On My Honor - Sketchbooks lyrics

We have one week left And damn, I love these accents But, my God, I miss my bed And reading signs I understand I still do love this And I said I could keep it up Though I knew that it'd be rough Maybe I didn't understand There are nights I'd rather stay at home In the floor with my friends Singing songs that embarra** us all From the times when we first met I'm keeping sketchbooks again But they're less pages than spine As every body's newer chapters sponsored links Keep me grasping at mine If I were only two inches shorter I'd sleep so perfectly in this van But my head stays full, while my body is sore Six feet of puny arms and nightmares Five years on top of wheels Breaking my back in this floor For glorified ideas of home That I know, simply don't exist anymore I'm keeping sketchbooks again But they're less pages than spine As every body's newer chapters Keep me grasping at mine Wrecked my own nerves Twisted and bent into the worst positions Who could I expect to love A mangled man with expired ambitions Despite the weather being overcast, I'll keep sungla**es on For the first two of this ten hour drive Let me cope through this backseat view of capitols Listening to all the songs That made me want to be here in the first place Let me cope through this backseat view of capitols Listening to any song That made me want to be here in the first place I'm keeping sketchbooks again But they're less pages than spine As every body's newer chapters Keep me grasping at mine