The Window Seat

[Verse 1: Dylan Owen] Yeah whenever I hear the name Molly I think of high school Sweet and unfulfilled teen prophecies at a drive through Sleepy town sweaters and property that we’d climb to Soundtracks to movies we probably could have died to And every time I hear the name Annie I think of heart break Laying still forever watching kissing camel park shapes How love went flying a million miles from me But singing along to songs that we’d never consider country Held heaven an inch above me It all had meaning then… Meaning that these days, I’d die to see again In my wallflower years, we blossomed and on the bottom bed Smelled like teen spirits that hadn’t reached our nirvanas yet But I was tired of my groggy eyed dream I was positive the world was gonna end by nineteen I was king of parking lots that wouldn’t ever drive free Thinking someday the best of times are meant to find me But I woke up forgetting what it means to live And looking back saw a list of all the reasons that I did I took em all for granted I’m guilty I plead the fifth And I’m realizing maybe all I need, is this [Hook: Dylan Owen & Lyric Lincoln] Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me [Verse 2: Dylan Owen] Now every time I think of the summer I fall in love still Hoping that we’ll catch each other whenever our guts spill In a homemade star show, wishing we could have managed And found something bigger than us instead we just looked for planets Convinced we took for granted all the shit we didn’t know Every time I think of New York City, I’m missin' home I spent fourteen months growing backwards in my mind Considered jumping out my window just to see if I could fly This year… I considered leaving all the time A hurricane later, singing “I would rather be alive.” As I tried to lock n' load, let my roaring twenties stop n' go If all of this is rock n' roll, then fuck it I’m Johnny Ramone But I don’t wanna be this lonely lookin' back On our highways paved in nicotine and skinny jeans in fact If the best of times aren’t ever meant to find me then I’m glad Doesn’t every happy movie have a scene that makes it sad? If we’re meant to fall apart like the ceiling in my room Then looking at my life I see the reasons that we do I took it all for ransom I’m guilty I plead the fifth And I’m realizing maybe all I need, is this Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me Maybe all I need is the view from the window seat staring back at me [Bridge: Dylan Owen] But I woke up forgetting what it means to live And looking back, saw a list of all the reasons that I did I took it all for ransom I’m guilty I plead the fifth And I’m realizing maybe all I need, maybe all I need is this [Outro: Dylan Owen & Kaleigh Young] Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me Grand larceny you stole my damn heart from me