Westchester Turnabouts - Tullycraft

Hanging up the phone with the fliers

At the bus stop waiting patiently as patience expires

Standing still with toes on the line

Your co-dependant zine relationship affords you the time

The Terry town bell doesn’t ring anymore

Unpolished slogan reads that punk love has finally lost

Mistakes & letters tossed

You’re standing with your ankles crossed

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

Westchester turnabouts

Still you keep holding out for too much the same

Six years and mixed regrets

Westchester minuets

Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same

Saving up the words for the few

Replaced the subtlety of irony with songs no one knew

The truancy of love we had known

I’d dance with anyone to keep myself from being alone

The muted post horn doesn’t sing anymore

Unpolished slogan reads that punk love has finally lost

Mistakes & letters tossed

You’re standing with your ankles crossed

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

Westchester turnabouts

Still you keep holding out for too much the same

Six years and mixed regrets

Westchester minuets

Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

Westchester turnabouts

Still you keep holding out for too much the same

Six years and mixed regrets

Westchester minuets

Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

Punk love has finally lost

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

Let’s just say it, Let’s just say it

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

Punk love has finally lost

Tiptoes and tailored doubts

I’m too, too, too much the same