Tennis Elbow - Any Time Now Lyrics

Just try living your life
A little bit at a time
Don’t go reading ahead
Asking questions all about the very end
Reason’s the same as mine
Leaving for the other greener side
Could have been two proper nouns
Built our home down into a house
We’ll still be happy anyway
Magic is the adjectives
Kisses on your typeface
Will you be my person thing and my place
Love is a novel and your lips are a bookcase
Living life in the here
And now before you up and disappear
Into ash is a better time
Than sprinkling your dust all on the finish line
See every time you look
Mark your page inside my book
Fold the paper to mark your place
Write in ink that we both cannot erase
We’ll still be happy anyway
Magic is the adjectives
Kisses on your typeface
Will you be my person thing and my place
Love is a novel and your lips are a bookcase
Maybe the time is now
To decide before the South
Forces us as far away
As Carolina could ever make us stay
Words don’t mean a thing
'Less you’re listening while I sing
Indents and punctuating marks
And incense and these palpating hearts

Just try living your life
A little bit at a time
Don’t go reading ahead
Asking questions all about the very end
Reason’s the same as mine
Leaving for the other greener side
Could have been two proper nouns
Built our home down into a house
We’ll still be happy anyway
Magic is the adjectives
Kisses on your typeface
Will you be my person thing and my place
Love is a novel and your lips are a bookcase
Living life in the here
And now before you up and disappear
Into ash is a better time
Than sprinkling your dust all on the finish line
See every time you look
Mark your page inside my book
Fold the paper to mark your place
Write in ink that we both cannot erase
We’ll still be happy anyway
Magic is the adjectives
Kisses on your typeface
Will you be my person thing and my place
Love is a novel and your lips are a bookcase
Maybe the time is now
To decide before the South
Forces us as far away
As Carolina could ever make us stay
Words don’t mean a thing
'Less you’re listening while I sing
Indents and punctuating marks
And incense and these palpating hearts