4th August - Trust Fund

Back when I was a more sexist boy

I used to believe that only girls would remember dates

Like when they first stayed around the other person’s house

Now it is the fourth of August

I am holding you so awkward

Don’t know what to do with myself

My arms, my legs or anything else

Lying so quiet for so long

So quiet for so long

So quiet for so long

Half the cars have their lights on

And now I still recall every day

A fragile friend who is hurt again

As impatiens burst and find their line

I sneeze whenever I look at the light

Now it is the fourth of August

I am holding you so awkward

With nothing to feel guilty for

Except the things we’ve done and said and thought

There will be time to give a reason

But for now we are dreaming

There will be time to find the failing

Build them up 'till the overtake us

And they live in our room

By the cactuses I think

Lying so quiet for so long

So quiet for so long

So quiet for so long

Half the cars have their lights on

So quiet for so long

So tired of getting it wrong

So quiet for so long

Half the cars have their lights on