I left my room on the West Side

I walked from noon until the night

I changed my crowd

I ditched my tie

I watched the sparks fly off the fire

I found your old house

I didn’t even try

They closed the shutters

They pulled the blinds

My eyes grew red

The streets were bright

Those ancient years were black and white

This is easily my favorite song to come out in the past few years.


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