Noah Gundersen Twenty-Something

Winter makes the most of all our compromising intellect

Throws us to the safety of our clothes

Coupled up with strangers in the front yard smoking cigarettes

Shiver as our cherry’s burning slow

Nothing feels like home anymore

I wanna lie down

I wanna lie down beside you

I wanna lie down

I wanna lie down beside you

Twenty-something sounds dismissive not far from the point

Man, it’s just hard to miss the writing for the wall

And all this forced and trite ambition, all my favorite criticisms

Makes it even easier to stall

Nothing feels like home

Nothing feels like home anymore

I wanna lie down

I wanna lie down beside you

I wanna lie down

I wanna lie down beside you

I wanna lie down

I wanna lie down beside you