Lately i've been spending more time with the mountain goats
On the drive to my parents I took all the back roads home
I turned up the volume so I could hear the vocals
Over the hum of the wind tumbling in through the window
Over the Roar of the engine coming in off the open road
Tucked away in an attic of a place on Aberdeen
With some books and a mattress and me off sweeping
As my thoughts would collect in the cracks between floorboards
Taking stock of their plight they wonder what a life like this is good for
I forgot what exactly it felt like to be alone
Under the weight of my feet, I feel the floorboards speaking
And at night while I read, I feel the street lights creep in
The only books that I brought were by children's authors
Like the one in which piglet is entirely surrounded by water
In the rearview mirror, I see me on the highway
With a tow rope tied to my chest and then driving away
Both lungs pulled tight as I fight to keep breathing
Having the wind knocked out of me feels like a tired cliche
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