cinderblocks Songtext
von Josaleigh Pollett

Don′t tell me how you feel
This isn't peace
They broke into the house,
Left handprints on the screen
You′ve got a leg up on me
You know my songs
And what they say, you sing along

What you thought before -
You ran out of breath
I can hear you curse my name
So softly through the vents
I am made of stone; could be forgot
Collecting dust
While you leave my love notes out


Can't give you what you need.
A piece of mind
A steadfast lover that keeps your time
Wish cinderblocks were red instead of gray
I'll slam the door and walk the year we had away

I am doomed to make the same mistakes
Not knowing who I love
Or how to tell the care from hate
Foxtails and field thistle, tinder on the flame
Hear the fire whisper reasons not to stay

Everybody thinks they know
A fix for what we′ve seen
Take this picture - ain′t she lovely?
In the garden, by the weeds
In the garden, by the weeds
In the garden, by the weeds