Sidewalk - Trapdoor Social

What the hell is the point

If every dollar you spend

On that little black dress

That’s just going to split in the end

Takes you farther away

From your ideal state

Gritting my teeth

Held in the jaws of despair

Feeling the parts of myself

That I didn’t think were still there

What’s the truth

What’s the use

Walking on the sidewalks

Careful not to fall

Think the cracks are going to swallow you

Turn you into salt

Seasick from regrets

That toss a turbulent pall

On every last light

That I since ever turned on

But don’t you know

That love can grow