Chad Ian - Backroadline Lyrics

Mid-century grey suit, mono smile, dull expression
The imposter on the ledger is stuck in the house
His teeth will give him away
His suit is still getting pretty gray
Wakefield, eternally spin
MGMT says "Final one. Roll it up!"
Pack and get out while you still can
Thus, an expression fades
I can barely pan over my eyes
They were empty before you and I
How in the world can we be ourselves without a little too far gone?
An artist made her whole deal with a deck of cards in a collared white shirt, smiling, and proud
If I could be there looking down at the impact her meteor made
I reflect her sky with my ripple
Sun and moonlight flickering on my brow
Yes, forever and a lot more of a little of her love
To me, that's the only way
I can barely pan over my eyes
They were empty before you and I
How in the world can we be ourselves without a little too far gone?
Darling, you wet them. Don't make me dry
I could cry at it almost every night
I could feel like I will not go on
Flat out even when I'm grey
Wrong turn, I hit the backroad line
Cut the corner out of my mind
Get it all out before it gets into more trouble that I can find
In your iris there's an apple tree
Don't blink, you'll take a bite out of me
I could put you in every song, not even close to too far gone
Darling you wet them, don't make me dry
I could cry at it almost every night
Not even close to too far gone