On Jet Lag - Pinegrove

Don’t tell me that the west has won;

We worked hard to reverse that notion

Closer than anyone, but we’re not for each other, no:

I’ve got to crack my eyes to watch the wind blow

Cat’s Cradle is a fable, we all know that

Soon as I can I will slide that under the table

I met your mother and you father and I liked them;

They bicker the way we bicker

The way we bicker

A black cat just snuck up on me;

Activities and distractions are my remedy

You’re writing by lamp light, you’re writing by the moon rise:

A stark contrast to the Montclairian buzz skies

Cat’s Cradle is a fable, we all know that

Soon as I can I will slide that under the table

I met your mother and your father and I liked them;

They bicker the way we bicker

Back when our blood was thicker than oil

And the soil was in every spark and every pore

And everything.

My departure made my nerves sting

It’s leaving a person place or thing you know you shouldn’t

On jet lag: I’m past that

Plainly, none of this is that bad

He said, «let me be clear this woman’s crazy.»

I caught a glimpse of your truth as you turned to me

And it was kind and it was stubborn, just like I’d like mine to be

So I will dissuade, I will just sleep

I can be patient, probably