Pothole

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald] The fossils of my footsteps Will be unearthed in a far off date unknown Impressed in concrete from walking home alone After walking you home In the mops of greasy hair we'll romanticize my despair But they won't know, that I didn't care I liked the silence, I liked the empty streets Crawl down 'em on hands and knees in a heart beat If I had to, I own that at the very least The map had faded out but I could've sworn I noted every stride, I guess the rain hit before the ink could dry And where I thought I'd be, was not what I perceived Assessing the progress from beneath your sheets That's why, I need the silence, I need the empty streets Just as bad as they don't need me It's a sick, sad sham of a marriage But it's all there is, it's all I need I can be everything you need, if you make me I can be every crack in your concrete, if you let me off easy I can be easily deceived, if you want that But you are the ember of my heart, whether you like that or not