Comforts from Drift Demos by Everyday Phantom

It's so nice of you to drop by,
I haven't had company in weeks.
I used to run around this part of town.
The sidewalk remembers the sound of my feet.
I hope I will see you again.
Is there something you're not telling me?

I haven't felt this way in weeks.

A phone call leaves a message.
You left something in your car.
A strange voice mentions my name,
and asks of my condition so far.

Panic throws me out the door,
demanding that you tell me what you know.
Realization sets in anyways,
symptoms have just begun to show.

I haven't felt this way in weeks.

Now I'm shackled to the bed,
by the pain of trying to breathe.
The pain I now see in your eyes,
that you've been holding back for weeks.

• Alternative
• mellow rock
• post rock
• Fort Worth