Restorations - See

This must be some kind of signal
I can barely speak English
You should see me overseas
I’m not sure about much
But I can tell you with certainty
That little screen won’t make you happy

You could still write me letters
We’d still breathe the same air

Then they don’t get to touch you
Or tell you who you’re supposed to be
Or tell you who to love
I felt beautiful and sober
Though I see now that was a bit of a stretch

I heard you downstairs in the kitchen singing those old Ohio songs
Just trying to be simple again
I know I should be sleeping but I’m looking at @hotel_artwork
Oh lord, I’ve been so tucked away

You could still write me letters
We’d still breathe the same air
Just pitch it into the wind
We’d still live forever
Turn it off
They don’t speak for us
To just listen
How I miss it