(Cornish/Elliott)

Lyrics:
Couldn't leave my house
Your teeth crushed scones like bones from a little mouse
Did you get high
Underwater with your hair in the green green sky
There were 20 stones
In view of the camera on your telephone
Never went back, but could I hitch a ride

Wanna swim with you in the chlorine smell, the steam
Warm water on the small of your back
What do you mean
What do you mean

Couldn't find my towel
So I stole yours off the temporary locker shelf
On the 95
Picking out plates with our eyes just to feel alive
Couldn't find myself
So I get lost in the echoes of the oyster shell
You're a little bird
I knew it well

Wanna swim with you in the chlorine smell, the steam
Warm water on the small of your back
What do you mean
What do you mean

Little Bird (Demo)

Like a room at the top of the stairs
Like spoons at the edges of your lips
Like hair
Like yards of rope
Like bottom of the 5th, two strikes
Like hope
Like a rod cast hard caped casting stones
Like red carp
Like bones
Like Virgil, Dante, Milton, Byron, Baldwin, like a racing siren
I’ve been waiting long and it’s like home

Like a mom
Like two
Like the space between what’s done and left to do
Like weight that you put on then you lost
Like construction paper cuts and cutting costs
Like seventeen years old
Like snow
Like car-sick trips and windows rolled down low
Like men of reason, scared to leave and dog-eared evenings, tea-leave readings
Meetings between fourth and goal to go
Like home

Like a bed
Like sheets
Like our Border Collie Brady, rest in peace
Like getting drunk each night and getting mad
And all the ways we ended up like dad
Like the coast of Maine
Like boats
Like summer rain, spring grass and winter coats
Like seeing stars and knocked out cold, the fleeting parts of life all go
Like where you really are when you’re alone
Like home

Like Home (Demo)

Sunday light in the hallway
Right as you're bringing out the dead
Something stirring in your bed
By the bourbon and the red

Caught one glimpse of the square-frame print
Of you riding Jamie's back
Only secret left to crack
Nearly made my heart attack

Oh, it's easy
You just pinch your fingers
And pull these strings and sing the chords
Oh, believe me
You've got enough reverb on that guitar
To feed a family of four

As you butcher "Let It Be"
In your wailing harmony

Tuesday night and the car-seat fight
On the meaning of our names
Like your highway 'cross the Thames
Never looked for you again

Could it be that I don't see me
In these pictures of your friends
Was I just around the bend
Well, I guess we both pretend

Allston Christmas

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