Old Armor

"As I sit up behind my mom's house and watch the railroad tracks where I know that people lived and breathed and worked and died
 I think? there's gotta be something more than this.
 I wish I could show this song to every stranger that I meet because every stranger is someone new, and they've got their own story.
 And this is my story.
 Check it"
 I ripped the calendar down
 I started settling.
 I made it home to my small-town development
 After walking past the picket fence and telling em
 That I found some things out on my own.
 And I wrote it on a bathroom stall door in Pennsylvania to forget it
 Yeah but somehow just writing it down made me remember that
 My heart is as big as an elephant knocking at your door
 But I don't knock there anymore, shit.
 So that's irrelevant. I'm constantly in reverse
 I've been around the block so many times that my feet hurt
 The stories underneath our sneakers teach me new words
 Like Austin from Newburgh reminding me to do Work?
 I read it in graffiti on a Newark bridge
 That the infinite abyss of Garden State is just a myth
 But that don't make it dumber. I still loved it in the summer.
 Yeah I've loved the drive-in movies since last summer.
 And I don't need a map to know my way around,
 I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing.
 I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground.
 I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
 Man I don't need a map to know my way around,
 I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing.
 I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground.
 I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
 I ripped the calendar down
 I started settling.
 I took a picture of my small town, developed it and
 I just admired all the little things' elegance:
 The cracks in their sidewalks and stones.
 And I found it on a Rhode Island balcony window where I was venting
 All your seventh grade betterment of anti-depressants
 Really didn't make me better at all. So keep your medicines
 I'll keep my DJ, don't insult my intelligence.
 We saw Bob Dylan after months of hard rain
 We tried to stay friends saying, those were our days
 It was 2: 07 in the morning, watching cards race
 Everybody's got something that's hard for them to chase.
 Maybe I do think too much of Colorado
 Springs from my heart some kind of fate I can't follow.
 Like how the cigars and novels of South Harwich Port passed
 But I don't need y'all to tell me that.
 And I don't need a map to know my way around,
 I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing.
 I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground.
 I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown.
 Man I don't need a map to know my way around,
 I've been traveling too long to lie and say I've found nothing.
 I'll take the path that's still buried in the ground.
 I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
 So check it.