I Was Hoping You Would.

Dying by the railroad tracks, colors soaking through and out dying dying clothes by the railroad tracks while nobody nobody knows.

Been there done that been there done that been there done that boring boring bored. "Im losing my miiind" sang the electric tide.

What do you do
When your friends get bored with you
And your double life as a wasteland suddenly creates you.
Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
Memory is an echo silent song
I didn't understand

(He Doesn't Know-Fleet Foxes)