from by Pocket



You chose the sun by the shore
over the son you bore
A line of deli clerks and waitresses
Mom stayed in town
so that's what you did
Carved your name into the station
so they'd know it

Third Street's a little more quiet
and Lawrence always felt like home
Fifth Street will never feel like it
when you sleep alone

Take a little time
Rub your hand along the bark
Take a little time
before it all goes dark

You stole the kids over the
bridge to New Jersey
You chose the sun, take a little time
You told the son his
father would never leave him
You told the son you might've been wrong


from 1616 EP, released April 4, 2016



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Pocket Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Jared - Guitar/Vocals
Evan - Bass
Ben - Drums

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