Portrait of Ned - Rex Orange County

Where is home?

Streets are home

I walk them time and time again

And each time I am alone

Where is she?

Visions of her speak

Visions of her and him together

Living by the sea

But please don’t drown

Or let him hold you down

With the waves above your head

And please don’t sleep yourself into a dream

I stay beneath your bed

But don’t go please

A cold breeze

Pulling teeth

Pissed off and nosebleeds

Stay here just for the weekend

See friends later

I wish that I could hate her

But they’re just the words that I sold, to you

Maybe girl we could grow old

But the shower is cold

And I’m sour sold

And darker than the black night

This age is old