Waiting for Petrichore

1 week ago by @prota_gonist

Liner Notes

An #alternative #rock #love song unrelated to the concept album.

It's about how I fall in love too easily, and how it hasn't once yet been a good idea. At the end of the day, the best I can do is bide my time until my gray and stormy emotions stop- hence the title.

Lyrics

Oh god, another damn disaster
Wearing a sundress walks my way.
She smells of dirt and dying flowers
As they build up, burst, and then decay.

Aw, hell, you'd think that I'd know better.
Cuz aint it just like every time before?
Another reason for my secondhand insomnia,
Another morning that I wait for petrichor.

I think she's more than I can take.
I know damn well more than I should.
I can't anesthetize her pain
And she can't give me back my good.

I see the pedestal ascending in the distance,
I put her on it with my trembling left hand,
And yet the other grabs its brother in resistance-
I guess some years alone can do this to a man.

I'm pretty sure that I know better.
This time as least I am aware and on my guard.
Don't even know her name, so god, can you explain to me
Why it's so fucking hard to let go of nothing at all?

I think she's more than I can take.
I know damn well more than I should.
I can't anesthetize her pain
And she can't give me back my good.

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