VERSE:
She’ll be staying out until 3
Smoking cigarettes to pass the time
But these lights feel like home to her
I just hope they don’t go out to leave her breathless hanging on every word
VERSE:
And she’ll split into two
No she can’t decide or pick and choose because either way she don’t got time for you
But these lights feel like home to her
I just hope they don’t go out to leave her homeless strung out and confused
CHORUS:
And maybe she’s just blindly optimistic to me
She’s self-destructive from a distance oh you’ll see
And maybe she’s just blindly optimistic to me
But they daylight passes through her window left alone with the same old excuse
VERSE:
And it’s hard to relate
Just to every small and past mistake with another one waiting to take its place
But these streets make it easier
To pull the plug and pin, leave behind the safeness of skin you were in.
VERSE:
And when you finally get home
Take a breath and catch some rest, wipe the smell of smoke off your clothes
But your view of a home has changed
Pack up leave with no notice because these streets beat being homeless again.
CHORUS:
And maybe she’s just blindly optimistic to me
She’s self-destructive from a distance oh you’ll see
And maybe she’s just blindly optimistic to me
But they daylight passes through her window left alone with the same old excuse
The latest from the young Toronto pop-punkers: perpetually charged-up, but remaining wry and thoughtful. Hooks for days, pep in your step. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2016