Chris Frisina - Back Patio Lyrics

You've got the front porch
I've got the back patio
You're with your book
I'm with my radio
I've been pulling third shift
Back and forth from Buffalo
You say for twenty-five I act so old
All my songs make you feel lonesome
When I keep singing for Annmarie
If you've got love left would you show some
You used to be so sweet to me
Now I get tired of all this working
Feels like I haven't slept in weeks
You've been talking Egyptian cotton
You drove all the way to the Brooklyn flea
You came home with a dream catcher
A two dollar white noise machine
You lost your dreams all together
And you just stopped hearing me
Now all my songs make you feel lonesome
When I keep singing for Annmarie
If you've got love left would you show some
And this ain't all you hoped to be
You were hoping we might grow some
But mostly you just grew away from me