nazca from ends by Parker Lee

give up, give a little time
waste it as if it wasn't mine
when you stack up all your yesterdays
and your hands grow older than your face
is it fine? can you read the major lines

sell it like i was never there
it's harmless as long as you don't stare
when the sea gets covered by growing vines
and my phone sings me to sleep at night
am i fine? can i write a better life

i thought i saw you on a railway
but the station's closed on snowy days
it's true; i see you all the time
i'm stuck for months in a seaside town
reading the signs in growing frowns
it's you, writing off deadlines

• Alternative
• Rock
• guitar
• indie
• slide
• whalesong
• York