Briston Maroney, The Greeting Committee - Sort Of Stranger lyrics

I see you running out from the garden
Call in the kids the floor is rotting
Brittle boned homes for adolescence
I guess we do turn into our parents

All of the discord, I thought I ran for
I don't want to feel more
I don't want to feel
And it just gets harder i
Swear I feel further
I just want to feel you just wanna

If you're gone
Who gets the toothbrush ready?
If you're gone, I'll watch too much TV
If you're gone, how do I go on living?
If you're gone, how do I go on?

Call it a cop out like hating a hometown
Knock on your window with leash in my mouth
I've been agent i want to be anchored
You look right through me like
Some sort of stranger

All of the distance
I thought I missed it i don't want to
Feel it i don't want to feel
And it just gets harder i
Swear I feel smaller
I just want to feel you just wanna

If you're gone
Who gets the toothbrush ready?
When you're gone, I watch too much TV
If you're gone, how do I go on living?
If you're gone, how do I go on?

I won't say your name again
I'll hate words that resemble it

I won't say your name again
I'll hate words that resemble it

I won't say your name again
I won't say your name