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blister box - dylan owen lyrics

twenty years later what if i’ve missed my shot
alone out on the beach where i sit and watch
as my worried thoughts grow heavier than cinder blocks
i never should’ve put them back into their blister box
the flower children speak in tongues i don’t understand
they drop acid, see the planets sleep out in their parents van
i know that i don’t give a d*mn but i still gotta sit and watch
as everything goes back into its blister box

an old man is crying on the subway right next to me
he reads the new testament and highlights the entry
see i feel bad for him but hear music in my mind
he looks familiar i think i see the future in his eyes
some day i’ll be there on my birthday with a prayer for my mistakes
as i tally mark my failures with the candles on my cake
i lived a quarter century longer and with flowers in their hands
my friends are more in the way i always turned my hours into sand
and i heard ambulances roaring through that sentimental night
i wish that i could be just like them go and save somebody’s life
instead i’m in my girlfriend’s bed trying to spark a fire
so we can make our misery as urgent as we want to
i wrote plays when i was younger, now i just play dead
i’m always acting out some famous role i thought of in my head
and when i found that there’s no script to the restless pace of life
i emptied out that auditorium i stayed inside and cried
as my step*dad’s got problems
my ex girlfriends got wedding rings
my friends turn into atheists they don’t believe in anything
and i’m still waiting on a tidal wave to k!ll us first
to bring our heightened sense of selfish self*importance down to earth
these days i keep a straight face
i don’t really count my cards
and on the nights that i don’t drink i look for proof of who we are
the rain reminds me of the girls that drive the river in my heart
so i obsess over the weather as the vanes spin on their barns
i wanna wake up with the sunlight like when i knew who i was
and i first slept with a twin on two twin beds that touched
i almost joined the twenty*seven club when i was twenty*one
i always had my calculations wrong
some day their gonna board my first bedroom up
and i’ll come back home and spill my guts out like a fresh wound does
maybe i don’t really give a d*mn but i still gotta sit and watch
as everything goes back into its blister box
i’ve got friends across the country now
and friends over the border
they’re in houses and their silver town’s apartments by the water
but no matter how big the circles are all that i belong to
it doesn’t make the world get any smaller
i still prefer to write the ending first and work backwards every day
typing on a typewriter like the dawn of seventh grade
i go back in time print the words i really meant to say
whatever i can do to do make them turn physical
i should’ve been a teacher
i should’ve drank my coffee black
i should’ve flown to colorado or at least called there a cab
i could’ve been a perfect boyfriend
i should’ve been a dad
i could’ve raised a kid with all the confidence i never had
the young professionals get dressed for work by their minute clocks
and call me on their lunch breaks cause everything is still at odds
and i don’t really give a d*mn but i still gotta sit and watch
as everything goes back into its blister box

so we pass over the city somewhere in a speeding train
but my friends can’t remember any reason that we came
they speed up the speed of life as it’s speeding through their veins
i heal in slow*motion as i grieve a season late
and i feel like n0body cares about the dreams that keep me sane
and n0body sees the pattern in the streams that leave the plane
so i let it all dissolve hope we’ll end up better off
and watch the tea leaves spin in their cup at a restaurant
[x2]
twenty years later what if i’ve missed my shot
alone out on the beach where i sit and watch
as my worried thoughts grow heavier than cinder blocks
i never should’ve put them back into their blister box

but i did

[x3]
twenty years later what if i’ve missed my shot
alone out on the beach where i sit and watch
as my worried thoughts grow heavier than cinder blocks
i never should’ve put them back into their blister box

but i did

- dylan owen lyrics

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