Zack Tomasko - Grand Romantic Gesture Lyrics

Grand romantic gestures
Smile for the camera
Empty out your register
And floor it ‘til Atlanta
Tapestries of blue and ash
Menu screens and floor TVs
A skyline I could look right past
When love becomes the enemy
Hollow points and sympathy
Stick the landing helplessly
I’m coming back like energy
And shaking ‘til you care for me
Empathy for destiny
Without the proof to manifest
Apathy for tragedy
Without the guts to stomach it
I understand that I just can’t
Imagine what you’re living out
And overestimated
My ability to do without
Whiskey based ascension
Waste the night in Bedlam
Fasten up an exit plan
I know they’re coming, let them
Bonnie, I’m convinced of it
This ain’t where I’m s’posed to be
The sunset looks immaculate
And you don’t fit the scenery
Qualified to give it my
Good ol’ year off college try
We’ll walk in the summertime
Or still crawl daily
Sympathy for mystery
We’ll get the whole thing sorted out
Telepathy necessary
When you won’t open your mouth
Please don’t touch the radio
I like it when the mirror shakes
Please don’t put the seatbelt on
Let’s try and maintain higher stakes
And I’ll of that said, I ain’t mad at ya
Just disappointed

Grand romantic gestures
Smile for the camera
Empty out your register
And floor it ‘til Atlanta
Tapestries of blue and ash
Menu screens and floor TVs
A skyline I could look right past
When love becomes the enemy
Hollow points and sympathy
Stick the landing helplessly
I’m coming back like energy
And shaking ‘til you care for me
Empathy for destiny
Without the proof to manifest
Apathy for tragedy
Without the guts to stomach it
I understand that I just can’t
Imagine what you’re living out
And overestimated
My ability to do without
Whiskey based ascension
Waste the night in Bedlam
Fasten up an exit plan
I know they’re coming, let them
Bonnie, I’m convinced of it
This ain’t where I’m s’posed to be
The sunset looks immaculate
And you don’t fit the scenery
Qualified to give it my
Good ol’ year off college try
We’ll walk in the summertime
Or still crawl daily
Sympathy for mystery
We’ll get the whole thing sorted out
Telepathy necessary
When you won’t open your mouth
Please don’t touch the radio
I like it when the mirror shakes
Please don’t put the seatbelt on
Let’s try and maintain higher stakes
And I’ll of that said, I ain’t mad at ya
Just disappointed