Ohio Porkpie
Jeff Rosenstock
GENRE
Ohio Turnpike
Another hour or two
Counting the dashed lines
Bringing me back to you
Another short night
And our summer is through
So pick a good song
To usher you through the gloom
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I-I-I-I-I'm not alone
When you call my name through the modern snow
I know I-I-I-I-I'm not alone
I ditched the rental
Grabbed the receipts off the dash
Threw out the baggie
Of coffee grounds and ash
I'll let you go now
That's all I've got to report
Sorry I didn't get
Better at being short
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I-I-I-I-I'm not alone
Can you call my name through the modern snow?
Because I don't want to feel alone
Because I don't want to feel alone
No, I don't want to feel alone
Because I don't want to feel alone
Prepare for the landing and
Prepare to be vaguely accused
By the sad and underslept in their royal blues
Dead in the window, 'cause I wanna know what it'd feel like
If I got to go outside
And at the bag claim with eyes peeled for tatters of tags
Flying half-mast like the flag
And through the families
We wade in a quest for a cab
Nobody wishes for the things
That they already have
We relive every misstep that we've made in our lives
And hoard our scary secrets 'til they wake us at night
And we think we can't escape from it
But maybe we might
If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right
You know you're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me
'Cause you're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
I am terrified, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am terrified, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I miss coming home to you
I miss coming home to you
I miss coming home to you
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home
Another hour or two
Counting the dashed lines
Bringing me back to you
Another short night
And our summer is through
So pick a good song
To usher you through the gloom
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I-I-I-I-I'm not alone
When you call my name through the modern snow
I know I-I-I-I-I'm not alone
I ditched the rental
Grabbed the receipts off the dash
Threw out the baggie
Of coffee grounds and ash
I'll let you go now
That's all I've got to report
Sorry I didn't get
Better at being short
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I-I-I-I-I'm not alone
Can you call my name through the modern snow?
Because I don't want to feel alone
Because I don't want to feel alone
No, I don't want to feel alone
Because I don't want to feel alone
Prepare for the landing and
Prepare to be vaguely accused
By the sad and underslept in their royal blues
Dead in the window, 'cause I wanna know what it'd feel like
If I got to go outside
And at the bag claim with eyes peeled for tatters of tags
Flying half-mast like the flag
And through the families
We wade in a quest for a cab
Nobody wishes for the things
That they already have
We relive every misstep that we've made in our lives
And hoard our scary secrets 'til they wake us at night
And we think we can't escape from it
But maybe we might
If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right
You know you're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me
'Cause you're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
I am terrified, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am terrified, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I miss coming home to you
I miss coming home to you
I miss coming home to you
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home
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