Benjamin Aurelius - Pita Chip In The Rain Jacket Pocket (Copyright Free)

Official Audio for "Pita Chip In The Rain Jacket Pocket" by Benjamin Aurelius out now I offer my music copyright free so creators can use awesome music without the headaches, and make their projects feel bigger, better, and more exciting. Website: http://www.benjaminaurelius.com Email: [email protected] Stream: SoundCloud:   / benjaminaurelius   Instagram -   / bennyscalzo   TikTok -   / bennyscalzo   X - https://x.com/bennyscalzo Lyrics: [Verse 1] Rain jacket folded on the bench by the door Pita chip dust in the left little pocket Phone says clear then it changes once more Shoes squeak slow on the tile by the closet You missed my run, I made a joke too quick You looked at the floor like the room got smaller I put the forecast face down with the brick Of library books and the cracked old charger [Pre-Chorus] No medal on the shelf could fix that quiet No perfect split could make it fine I took one breath by the umbrella stand And let the clock quit keeping time [Chorus] We can move in the rain if the map goes gray Tiny steps, heavy bass, same hallway No big speech, just the keys in the bowl You tie one lace, I let mine go Pita chip in the rain jacket pocket Little laugh where the hard words started We do not outrun it, we walk it back Two wet shoes on the welcome mat [Verse 2] Tennis on mute above the corner shop A towel ad peeling by the soda cooler Space clouds bloom on your cracked lock screen All pink and blue like somebody knew us The weather app blinks, then changes its mind You say machines guess like people do I say I guessed wrong when I answered sharp Then I pass the dry sleeve back to you [Bridge] Drums drop out by the stairwell rail Zipper teeth tap while the kettle clicks You say, say it plain, so I say it plain I was scared of being second pick [Final Chorus] We can move in the rain if the map goes gray Tiny steps, heavy bass, same hallway No big speech, just the keys in the bowl You tie one lace, I let mine go Pita chip in the rain jacket pocket Little laugh where the hard words started We do not outrun it, we walk it back Two wet shoes on the welcome mat