Still Analog - The March Divide

I’m Still Analog,

My tape hiss will never stop,

So, I linger in this world that I can’t gauge

I’m old notebooks,

With pin marks and misspelled hooks,

But, I can’t scribble out mistakes that I’ve made

Stupid choices,

But, I think I’ve voiced it,

So, no more songs about all the girls I hate

& I hope you’ve noticed,

I’m working through all this,

Because for you alone, I know that I could change

Please come see me Shannon,

Say you will, say you will

I need you with me Shannon,

Say you will, say you will

I’m still tripped up,

On my bad luck,

That I’ve been famous for since I was a kid

But, you’re my rabbit’s foot,

Yeah, my new outlook,

You’re my reason for fixing who I am

Please come see me Shannon,

Say you will, say you will

I need you with me Shannon,

Say you will, say you will

Aren’t you ready for a change, maybe something far away?

Don’t you think you’ve had enough, don’t you think we’ve had enough?

Aren’t you ready for a break, something long to rest your brain?

Don’t you think you’ve had enough, don’t you think we’ve had enough?

I’m still down and out,

I can’t say what about,

But, if you come to see me, I’m sure that I’ll be fine

No more notebooks,

No more cheesy hooks,

& I promise that you and I will be alright

Please come see me Shannon,

Say you will, say you will

I need you with me Shannon,

Say you will, say you will