Dark Brown Plymouth Lyrics

It is sad to see you drowning
in petitions and a handful of prayers,
shirking the need of remembrance.
You hustled to abandon, I know,
the keepsakes of those petulant times
but the smell of apples still scents from that car!

You didn't keep your childhood dryeyed
and your mind was cramed by remorse,
drawn in the horn of regret.
Your eyes are painted with the colours of shuffle
and there's a split on your lips
which erases the surmise of a different past;

and you traipse so unwilling
through the corridors of your nightmares.
You're thirty something, yet still to grow
and you carry in woe your flyblown name
to the places you bid adieu to your innocence:
You construe it as a predefined destiny!