Petrichor (live from the basement) Lyrics

The rain is downright oppressive

But the trees in their own respect

Deal with it so well from my perspective

The mist is so depressing while stars bleed out your necklace

While I'm talking to you on the phone

And I'm feeling so burnt up right now that I could be the fire the rain puts out

But I'm further from a smoke show

I've been in such a stump or a stupor

You'd think I'm some type of stupid loser but

That's further from the truth

Sights to see of blue and green and memories to make

They say these are the best days of our lives

Just stop and smell and then you'll know the angst of growing old

Call it hope or call it petrichor

And I'm tired of being under the covers

I wanna walk out in the sun and

Feel the fear of never seeing light again

But maybe what scares me more

Is the lack of truth in my words

How much longer to living in the filth

And I haven't seen myself in clear view for a few weeks

But that's not what you knew

From what you heard I was doing swell

Working my way out the well

But I'm in my own hell

Sights to see of blue and green and memories to make

They say these are the best days of our lives

Just stop and smell and then you'll know the angst of growing old

Call it hope or call it petrichor