Wide Eyed Songtext
von B.Miles

Concentration corner
Sunken in, starting to fray
Mom probably won′t check out till eight
Empty office bedroom
Sleeping in a dust duvet
Only room for one guest a day

Knocked to the floor
Twelve rounds I'm ringside
It′s worsening and

Wish I was visiting my
My wide eyed, miles of memories
Am I still living all my
Lead roles in home made movies, I
I get deep rooted pleasures in being so naive
And consumed in me

I thought I remembered
Easy days but now their ripped
Like something torn from Brady's script


Table for four
A guest you can't ignore
They′re always loudly keeping score
Knocked to the floor
Twelve rounds I′m ringside
It's worsening and

Wish I was visiting my
My wide eyed, miles of memories
Am I still living all my
Lead roles in home made movies, I
I get deep rooted pleasures in being so naive
And consumed in me

Did I fuck up here?
I should′ve come last year
I don't call enough just phone tag we play on Sunday nights
Turns to a drag
Thought it′d be easy
I'm holding us all
What happens when I leave this fall?

Wish I was visiting my
My wide eyed, miles of memories
Am I still living all my
Lead roles in home made movies, I
I get deep rooted pleasures in being so naive
And consumed in me