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green laces - marnie blake lyrics

[intro]
ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh

[verse 1]
he walks in with three iced teas
shirt half*tucked, talking to the sleeves
like, “sorry, guys”
okay, that’s kinda funny
sets them down, little splash, soft clink
asks, “still or sparkling?” and i just blink
great, can’t even say, “tap is fine, honey”
he’s got green laces, frayed at the ends
that ipod nano green from when my sister and her friends
played super bass ‘til the speakers fried
that stupid shade, and my whole brain slides

[pre*chorus]
menu sticks, page bends
great form, babe, here we go again

[chorus]
now i see him evеrywhere
coat in a doorway, buzzcut hair
guy in conversе too bright for daylight
i sketch him a life i don’t know
sun*faded sofa, late*night shows
stack of burned cds he swears still play right
[post*chorus]
it’s nothing, i’m fine, i’m sane
just tiny waves i can’t un*chase
all from the quiet, “hey, this your table?”
all from those stupid green laces
(ah, ah, ah)

[verse 2]
i’m back at noon the very next day
tell myself i just needed a break
hostess clocks me like, “table for one again?”
i scan the room, wrong shoes, wrong stance
busboy humming old ‘90s songs by chance
not him, not even close
i hang up my coat, try to act zen
order a salad, bully the bread
check the doorway, check it again
i probably look like i’m waiting on weather

[pre*chorus]
door swings, wrong stride
kitchen hums, wrong light
still whip my head ‘round every time

[chorus]
he’s everywhere
in glass reflections, stairwell air
men with grocery bags and decent shoulders
i picture his habits, quiet mess
half*read novels, mild forgetfulness
old polaroids curling at the edges
[post*chorus]
it fits, and that’s the trouble
i fall for outlines, hints, and traces
all from a voice i barely heard
all from those worn*out green laces

[bridge]
what a tuesday, honestly tragic
doing laps past the door like it’s cinematic
like god’s gonna drop him in, mid–scene
maybe he’s sick, maybe he’s gone
maybe i’m wrong and wrong and wrong
still here, workshopping what it means

[chorus]
still, he’s everywhere
on bus windows, evening air
in the tilt of someone’s head at the station
i tell myself, “stop! go home”
then catch my feet already roaming
back toward the same location

[outro]
green laces, forty seconds
and my whole city rearranges
one shift, one glance, and here i am
walking in circles, changing my routes
hoping he shows up in all my favorite places

- marnie blake lyrics

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