Andrew by Evan Schafer Lyrics

Andrew
Even on the best days
Sits on the wall until his eyes bleed
Andrew
Sonorities unchained
Untouched in his head
Andrew
Sings out the notes
Clear but never before heard
Andrew
Courteous and kind
A hard type of man to find
Andrew
Even on the worst days
Couldn’t hurt a fly, stagnant and dry
Come on and convince me
Your trivial undertones reverse the wind speed
But Andrew – please know how to mince words with me if things go awry
Andrew
Even on the best days
Sits on the ceiling until his mind drains
Andrew
Cover up your portrait of Captain Nemo
And admit you’re nothing yourself