The Secret Seven — Note to Self lyrics

Lyrics

I’m an afterthought of an asterisk
The second son of a calculated risk
A Pollock canvas on a blank wall
You don’t know me at all
I am Brooklyn lost in the Cape’s kiss
Annie Hall with a clenched fist
Spiritus after last call
You don’t know me at all
But sometimes I feel free
There are no ghosts between these walls
There’s only you and me
And some nights end just right
when there’s nothing left to talk about
and I don’t want to fight
and for a moment
it’s all right
I am the last in a series of firsts
The best of the worst of the worst
A virgin birth at the Town Hall
You don’t know me at all
I am a snow day in a summer town
An airstream trailer that sits broken down
Not even one shot of the four of us on the wall
You don’t know me at all
But sometimes I feel free
There are no ghosts between these walls
There’s only you and me
And some nights end just right
when there’s nothing left to talk about
and I don’t want to fight
and for a moment
it’s all right