Letra de 'The Window Seat' de Dylan Owen

Yeah whenever I hear the name Molly I think of high school
Sweet and unfulfilled teen prophecies at a drive through
Sleepy town sweaters and property that we’d climb to
Soundtracks to movies we probably could have died to
And every time I hear the name Annie I think of heart break
Laying still forever watching kissing camel park shapes
How love went flying a million miles from me
But singing along to songs that we’d never consider country
Held heaven an inch above me
It all had meaning then…
Meaning that these days, I’d die to see again
In my wallflower years, we blossomed and on the bottom bed
Smelled like teen spirits that hadn’t reached our nirvanas yet
But I was tired of my groggy eyed dream
I was positive the world was gonna end by nineteen
I was king of parking lots that wouldn’t ever drive free
Thinking someday the best of times are meant to find me

But I woke up forgetting what it means to live
And looking back saw a list of all the reasons that I did
I took em all for granted I’m guilty I plead the fifth
And I’m realizing maybe all I need, is this

Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me
Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me

Now every time I think of the summer I fall in love still
Hoping that we’ll catch each other whenever our guts spill
In a homemade star show, wishing we could have managed
And found something bigger than us instead we just looked for planets
Convinced we took for granted all the shit we didn’t know
Every time I think of New York City, I’m missin' home
I spent fourteen months growing backwards in my mind
Considered jumping out my window just to see if I could fly
This year… I considered leaving all the time
A hurricane later, singing “I would rather be alive.”
As I tried to lock n' load, let my roaring twenties stop n' go
If all of this is rock n' roll, then fuck it I’m Johnny Ramone
But I don’t wanna be this lonely lookin' back
On our highways paved in nicotine and skinny jeans in fact
If the best of times aren’t ever meant to find me then I’m glad
Doesn’t every happy movie have a scene that makes it sad?

If we’re meant to fall apart like the ceiling in my room
Then looking at my life I see the reasons that we do
I took it all for ransom I’m guilty I plead the fifth
And I’m realizing maybe all I need, is this

Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me
Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me

But I woke up forgetting what it means to live
And looking back, saw a list of all the reasons that I did
I took it all for ransom I’m guilty I plead the fifth
And I’m realizing maybe all I need, maybe all I need is this

Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me
Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me
Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me
Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me