Me & Lily

Lyrics

verse
Me and Lily are sitting still on the porch at dusk
Breath in the air like a promise and a rust
Streetlight hums, rundown vinyl on repeat
Maps on our laps, coffee gone cold, shoes on our feet
We count the cracks in the sidewalk like constellations
Wonder which of them will become our destinations

pre-chorus
The future is not written in ink, just graphite and doubt
Erasers like small mercies when the outlines fall out
Plans in pencil, edges soft, always on the brink
We trace the lines twice, then stamp them with a wink

chorus
Why is everyone shitty now
Thought maybe I could make a difference somehow
Nice performance for real, take a bow
Ya got work to do, ya got fields to plow
Why is everyone shitty now
Voices like a storm and I don't know how
We keep planting seeds in the rain somehow
Ya got work to do, ya got fields to plow

verse
Conspiratorial nod behind screens of blue light
High five and a wink in the comment fights at night
Neighbors scream at shadows that weren't there before
Front porches filled with echoes of a closing door
Glass eyes on billboards promise everything and nothing
We barter for meaning with the change at the bottom

pre-chorus
Opinions float like paper boats in a garbage creek
We shout into the water but it never learns to speak
We all got opinions and they all fucking stink
Still, Lily squeezes my hand and we keep trying to think

chorus
Why is everyone shitty now
Thought maybe I could make a difference somehow
Nice performance for real, take a bow
Ya got work to do, ya got fields to plow
Why is everyone shitty now
Alleys full of sirens and the why and how
We fold our plans in pencil and we vow
Ya got work to do, ya got fields to plow

bridge
There’s a small light in the kitchen and it hums like a vow
We can plant something honest in a cracked-up row
It’s not about saving the world in a single shout
It’s about the quiet things we never talk about
Lily draws a circle, puts my name inside
We start with the first furrow and the rest will ride

chorus
Why is everyone shitty now
Thought maybe I could make a difference somehow
Nice performance for real, take a bow
Ya got work to do, ya got fields to plow
Why is everyone shitty now
We keep speaking softer than the loudest crowd
Work the stubborn soil until it sings out loud
Ya got work to do, ya got fields to plow

outro
Me and Lily walking slow toward the open road
Pencils in our pockets, and a busted map of home
Sky a smear of graphite, tomorrow not yet bound
We’ll rewrite in small letters what we used to call sound