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​Augusta, GA

This song is by Into It. Over It. and appears on the album Twelve Towns (2011).

Flipping through the pages of our diary, a memoirs worth of messages from you and me, both good and bad advice recalling should haves and could haves
A distance from both of our worst enemies
On this page, Mississippi John Hurt plays, with a hand on your neck and a hand around my waist
It causes trouble and I've had it all with these slowdancing Sundays
Some red wine, a summerdress, a pair of handrolled cigarettes: We're descriptive to keep with descriptions
We're convicts to lack of conviction
So, skip to the back and read the index
Put your trust in the dust sleeves of hardbacks, because it's as fleeting as the feeling of being 18 again
I've turned the tables
It's your house in Georgia now
We're seeming stable despite mistakes that we'd allow
Can't blame the past this time around, so please don't make a sound because I'm shaking hands with common sense
I'm bridging gaps from innocence to versed
I'm telling you, we're cursed, flipping through the pages our diary