Clear Night from West Yellowstone by Dylan Griggs

I've been looking for the ways down
and I have been for awhile now.
I'm all talk and some cinders
left from when the fire went out.

There's a fever in this room
and it has left it's mark on you.
I never thought that I would ever
need it to keep me warm.

I threw away maps of places I won't see again
it's such a waste, it's such a waste, the way it's been
and these dialogues in my own voice will never treat me right
it's such a waste, it's such a waste of this clear night.

I've got petals pressed in my wallet
that I found once in a church
and they're not holy, but they'll hold me
over until something is.

And you are wind in the foothills,
you will burn me with your cold
and it's okay. I'll cover my face
and keep moving on.

I threw away maps of places I won't see again
it's such a waste, it's such a waste, the way it's been
and these dialogues in my own voice will never treat me right
it's such a waste, it's such a waste of this clear night
and I will make it clear to you what I am seeing
I will stare until my eyes begin to cloud.
and I'll count the mark on my own shoes that still don't need replacing
and I'll thank them for my health.

I threw away maps of places I won't see again
it's such a waste, it's such a waste, the way it's been
and these dialogues in my own voice will never treat me right
it's such a waste, it's such a waste of this clear night.

• Rock
• acoustic
• bedroom
• emo
• folk
• folk pop
• indie
• indie folk
• lofi
• paducah
• pop-punk
• singer-songwriter
• st louis
• Paducah