Out of Context - Field Mouse

It’s called agency

Write it on your arm

Fed up with the wait and see

Tripped silent alarm

There is a place I know

A few hours north

Right off the interstate

When it’s time, we’ll meet there

But I’ve got a few years left

Misunderstanding sentiment

Of being younger than you thought

Of shaping up to shake the rot

You’d think that one little slip

Would take you to someone else’s dream

The way you remember his voice

And the words that invented the scene

Some out of context universe

I never see you

But I know it hurts

Out of context, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts