NorEastern
I need the open road today
I’ve struck a nerve, I’ve found this to be a pattern as of late
Leading to self-reducing pain
This fall took all my friends far away

The depth of everyone has waned
I watched the road get close when orange turned to gray
This fall took all my friends away, but left the lights on
A Manhattan kind of break; I’ve seen this before but as of late

I’ve been unable to solve the problem of sex

I was surrounded by extras sipping drinks
From reruns of an infomercial for anything
Bullets have left guns slower than I did you
I guess I knew it was the right gift from me to you

Nothing is going on
Nothing is going on
Nothing is going on
How’ve you been?
Nothing is going on
Nothing is going on
Nothing is going on
How’ve you been?