Texty: Matt Pond PA. Basement Parties.

When you wake up on your face
On the bedroom carpet
Count back all the ways
That you ended up there

You can't remember someone else's story
You can't remember that you don't feel sorry
So get up, get out, lines are gone
With the green you're leaving

I don't mind silence
I don't mind sitting
I can be quiet
I wish you could hear me

Go back, you repeat
Trace the veins that you don't want to see
With your hands in your hair
Don't leave your fingers buried

Do you think that we could try forgetting?
The places we've gone with the ceiling spinning
Slow down until we stop
We have to steal this night back

I don't mind silence
I don't mind sitting
I can be quiet
I wish you could hear me

I'm tired of going to these basement parties
Where everybody wants to leave their body
I'm hiding in the bathroom with no witness
I'm speaking through the door about some sickness

I don't mind silence
I don't mind sitting
I can be quiet
I wish you could hear me

I don't mind silence
I don't mind sitting
I'm keeping the quiet
I wish you could hear me