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Through My Sails

de Jeff Rosenstock

Miles away and I can’t seem to shake
The smell of your car in 2003
Beach air and bad tunes, stale smoke and junk food

Tell her to stay and you’ll scare her away
Staying the same just makes everything change
I’m plowing right through friends I don’t talk to

Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's breezes make me think of you

And I’ll count down the days
Just like I count down before I go away
Trying to get used to not being there with you

Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's breezes make me think of you

It got chilly this Saturday
And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like
"Oh no, I'm totally fucked."
It's one thing to grow old but I'm collecting dust.
'Cause nobody needs me.
Nobody needs me.
Nobody needs me the way that I need you.

Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's breezes make me think of you

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