Sketchbooks Lyrics - Singles - On My Honor

We have one week left 

And damn, I love these accents 

But, my God, I miss my bed 

And reading signs I understand 

I still do love this 

And I said I could keep it up 

Though I knew that it'd be rough 

Maybe I didn't understand 

There are nights I'd rather stay at home 

In the floor with my friends 

Singing songs that embarrass us all 

From the times when we first met 

I'm keeping sketchbooks again 

But they're less pages than spine 

As every body's newer chapters 

Keep me grasping at mine 

If I were only two inches shorter 

I'd sleep so perfectly in this van 

But my head stays full, while my body is sore 

Six feet of puny arms and nightmares 

Five years on top of wheels 

Breaking my back in this floor 

For glorified ideas of home 

That I know, simply don't exist anymore 

I'm keeping sketchbooks again 

But they're less pages than spine 

As every body's newer chapters 

Keep me grasping at mine 

Wrecked my own nerves 

Twisted and bent into the worst positions 

Who could I expect to love 

A mangled man with expired ambitions 

Despite the weather being overcast, I'll keep sunglasses on 

For the first two of this ten hour drive 

Let me cope through this backseat view of capitols 

Listening to all the songs That made me want to be here in the first place 

Let me cope through this backseat view of capitols 

Listening to any song 

That made me want to be here in the first place 

I'm keeping sketchbooks again 

But they're less pages than spine 

As every body's newer chapters 

Keep me grasping at mine