You I Know

Those are familiar knocks to me
It's plain to see, the flickering lights are in disguise
They're sufferable but don't feel good
Closed fist and alcohol, I'll forgive, I won't forget
These are the times to run a mile and save yourself indignity
Alone in the afternoon, clothes dried but in denial
Picking off leaves like war on peace
You've got them figured out for sure

Wait for September to return
I'll feel I've earned the mythical stripes
They run for miles and I can see them glowing
And these are the times to run a mile
I'm sorry I had no fight
Inside a mind resigned from life

And if we'd all listened, if we'd all listened hard
If we'd all listened, might have been denied

And if we'd all listened, if we'd all listened hard
If we'd all listened, though we never tried