Rooftops

We waste our days on old rooftops
Joining our old forlorn cores
Giving back our borrowed time
Talking theory, theory of minds
I can’t stand this place any more than you can
I can’t stand this place any more than you can
Staring past the sparrows perched to somethin'
We waste our days with sunburnt skin
Kissing ours and caving in
These rooftops will grow again
These rooftops will grow again
But I
But I
I’d rather grow old on the sea
Than wither on the L
I’d rather play my piecemeal music
Than mimic a charlatan
(I know you did)
It’s a pretty fucked up thing you said
It’s a pretty fucked up thing you said
It’s a pretty fucked up way to live intense
Your right arm
The good one
Or say it to my face
We’re separate but the same
I can’t distinguish us
We’re separate but the same
I can’t distinguish us
We’re separate but the same
I can’t distinguish us