Argyle Socks Songtext
von Echo

After the party ends and everybody′s gone to bed
And I'm left alone staring at the ceiling
I′ll take a vacay in this moment of suspension
And think about tomorrow when and if it gets here
Cuddled up to my phone in a trance
Wondering how late it is again
While the sound of rain clouds hits my eardrums
It's closer to a whisper than a yell
I'm trying not to dwell so here, atop Cam′s couch
Is where I want to be

How am I supposed to get through this one?
How am I supposed to get through?


I was sure more often than not
The effort to be opposite of lost cause meant
I ought to give up everything I′ve got going for me
But I spent some time correcting my mind
Collecting wasted time
Going for some drives at midnight with my brights on

How am I supposed to get through this one?
How am I supposed to get through this one?
How am I supposed to get through this one?
How am I supposed to get through?

Propagate the flowers in my head
Trim the stems of what I've thought and said
I know I′m never as alone as I feel
Propagate the flowers in my head
Trim the stems of what I've thought and said
I know I′m never as alone as I feel