Architect from Four Songs by Long Neck

Three g&ts or whiskeys on the rocks
You swerve into your 30s, put the keys into lock
Ten more hours til you can call your mom
Walking home alone [drunk] cos who will tell you to stop?

I'll never own a house -- that's fine!
I always pay my rent on time
Three g&ts or whiskeys on the rocks

This street could be anywhere
But anywhere looks like home
The roads that I grew up on used to be so singular
Rear their heads as universal -- everywhere is similar

See the lilies springing up
Where a dead seagull once sprawled
Ten more hours til you can call your mom

Swimming stars in my eyes
I wasn't built for a solitary life
But now I am an architect
Now I've made my home in it

• Rock
• indie
• lo-fi
• new jersey
• power pop
• punk
• Jersey City