My hand fell from your shoulder
And hung there limply from mine
Of all the ways I touched you
This would be the last time
No I never said that I missed you
But of course I do
And it's ruining me
Take me back to your balcony
And your black coffee
And your tucked up feet
Europe was a shit-show
Her fingers full of rings
I held her like she loved me
And thought of other things
How everyone I know is getting married
Swift and suddenly
Holed up and settled down
But all the girls I've know have left me cold out
Like sleeping with sugar in your mouth
I'm just that alone
Maybe it's Maybeline
Maybe just Emily
Maybe I'm fine
Am I out of my mind?
Maybe Olivia, Eva or Sophia
Maybe I'm fine
Am I out of your mind?
I drove to Minnesota
Your address in my book
So I know just where to find ya
If I need ya
But I don't know if I wanna look
Just take me back to December
Washing dishes at my house
And trying on hats
Lover do you remember
How we felt back then?
Do you remember that?
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022