Return Of The Washout

I see all too clearly where this is going

With all you fools talking getting in my way

When you start to give off feedback ringing in my head

That’s when I have to learn to redirect all the streams

You can tell by my soft spoken tone

That a good nights sleep is hard to come by

Wont you please tell my mom I wont be coming home

I guess I just got use to living all alone

Just for me…..could you be

A little bit of sky to lay under

So you slipped the night and somehow you were alright

Just to look on the ground

And find anything that makes a sound

And when you find theres no good reason to stay

Just look over your shoulder

Ill be leaving the same way

Just for me…..could you be

A little bit of sky to lay under

Return of the washout……