That Evening from Single Summer by Ryan Chapin Mach

Well it's alright by me if we never have to speak,
'cuz all the off-time and all the breeze reminds me of how quietly you breathe

Dirty hands from climbing trees behind some busy, unaware football teams. I used to stand on what I used to dream, now as I lie awake my hands are clean.

I'm no good at sleeping, I'm barely good at breathing, but both of them are easy when I drink.
"Should I be less funny more?" "Is this fun or am I bored?" I don't have to listen to me think.

You turn the lights off, you get in bed (now the dark stops telling me I'm dead). Staring upwards in your bed at an anything with her still in my head.

I'm no good at leaving, I'm barely good at sleeping, but both of them are easy when I drink.
"Should I be less funny more?" "Is this fun or am I bored?" I don't have to listen to me think.

• Genre
• Pop
• Gambier