Back down the old road

Worn-out tires can't seem to hold

I forget that seasons turn

Melted snow that warm air burned

Frozen winds turn to cool 

I know we’re back at Mountain School

It seems just like yesterday

When minutes and hours kept drifting away

Finger tips bleeding music loud

Stringing along the heart that pounds

It seems just like yesterday

But I know this place is here to stay

Cycles keep turning round

Newborn lambs born from these grounds

While plastic posters haunt my room

Guitar strings that’ll wrap my tomb 

Sang songs and memories to tell

Ripped up duffles, tears that fell

And it seems just like yesterday

That leaving felt so far away

When it’s time for the curtain call 

I’ll melt in arms, running through halls 

So when it comes to that day

I’ll enjoy my times of yesterday 

So when it comes to that day

I’ll enjoy my times of yesterday

two weeks of February

missing from vocabularies 

one week i was your lover

now i'm a story for the summer

"it didn't hurt you" but it does 

can't go back to "as it was"

these pianos haunt my room

guitar strings around our tomb

and i know i shouldn't care 

cause the signs were always there 

you kept a single mattress 

we played house with an actress

green sweaters for the take 

replaced material with heartache 

so i'll take some pointers from 

our lovely actress

"keep a smile plastered face

sticky clay all set in place"

frame the fiction out on display

cause you cant take it away

wooden boilers know the pain

loose verses to the flame 

sending smoke out the room

am I crazy can you feel it too? 

is my headband just your junk?

sorry you're ring is in the trunk 

first of many you're sure

just the first to meet the door 

and i know i shouldn't care 

cause the signs were always there 

you kept a single mattress 

we played house with an actress

green sweaters for the take 

replaced material with heartache 

so i'll take some pointers from 

our lovely actress

"keep a smile plastered face

sticky clay all set in place"

frame the fiction out on display

cause you cant take it away

and i know i shouldn't care

calvin klein underwear 

you kept a single mattress

we were so out of practice 

green sweaters for the take 

was it all a mistake

so i'll take some pointers from 

our lovely actress

"keep a smile plastered face

sticky clay all set in place"

frame the fiction out on display

it hurts too much to take away