Afternoons from Afternoons EP by Ben Ricketts

What exactly do I have to say?
The white gold ring that I bought yesterday
Joined the last few months and went away
In one and eight.
I drove to the city all alone
To hear some voices other than my own.
I'd love nothing more than just to roam
Somewhere away,

But I can't go, for there are things for me to do at home,
Deafened by all the empty dial tones on sunny afternoons.

I sat down and watched a TV show.
Where exactly do I have to go?
Then, I heard my love was coming home
In one and eight.
I cleaned up the living room at night
Just to keep my body occupied
While I waited for the plane to fly
And come this way.

I'll stay put until my demons can be understood.
They visit me when they are feeling good on sunny afternoons.

So, I say that it is time for them to go away.
Only one of us is allowed to stay on sunny afternoons.

I'll turn in and dream of days outside with wheels that spin
On highways late at night, and I'll see you on sunny afternoons.

• Experimental
• Memphis
• Tennessee
• experimental pop
• psych pop
• Corinth