Left at the Avenue - Tremont Cres. Lyrics

An awkward pause of memorabilia
I love it, in the most peculiar way
Guilty affection
Directed, by my favourite cliché

Joked enough to notice
It's hopeless, another numbing keepsake
A prompt is sometimes needed
To feed it, or you'll give it all away

Some love lost, tough luck, am I good enough
See what happens next
While not set in stone, a heart well known makes a road worn
And is wearily non-the-less
Casually refer to me as an evergreen
When I'm nothing more than a daydream
Weightless through the afternoon, with a parachute
Caught on nothing left

By the time that I'm 22
Out of options, write instructions no one knows
Wither up and whittled away
Enjoy the highs, regret the lows, be alone

Some love lost, tough luck, am I good enough
See what happens next
While not set in stone, a heart well known makes a road worn
And is wearily nonetheless
Casually refer to me as an evergreen
When I'm nothing more than a daydream
Weightless through the afternoon, with a parachute
Caught on nothing left

Here's to forget
A novice's regret
Nostalgias on the telephone
Telling you "Like you've never known"

A panoramic symphony of an old song
That we loved when we were young
Explain to me Miss jubilee how we'd ever need
Anything more than this

It's just ring and ring but that's the thing,
God I'm trying and now I'm hard of hearing

Then you text instead to ask me home
But I just wanna be that little guy in highschool