23 Songtext
von Widemouth

Dicked around in sleeping village
With the friends I made in college
I can mosh to Hey I Love You
Without knowing any songs

I can take the train to Roscoes
Talk to strangers in the closet
I can walk home through the cemetery snow

The more I say the less I notice
The less I say the more I′m there

Got a phone call from my father
Said he ain't getting any younger
And he got hitched for the insurance
And he′ll work the rest out later

And now we're waiting for the summer
Faces shriveled up and smiling
A perfect postcard of the life we're building here


Do you remember when you said
That I was fucked in the head
And right away you wished you hadn′t
But that′s ok

The more I say the less I notice
The less I say the more I'm there

That night I stood out by the water
While the waves were getting taller
And I felt suddenly that I was meant
To walk out and go under

Snow was laying down around me
And Chicago slept behind me
I took one last look and turned around
And walked home like I′d always meant to

Twenty minutes later I got a text from my friend Aidan
He was twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby
Twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby daughter
Twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby
Twenty three and sending me a picture of his baby daughter