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Reading More
03:36
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I don’t have shit worth stealing,
But I triple-check to make sure my door’s locked, anyway.
Because every day your mind is forced to repaint the pictures
Of your circumstances,
But I’m still tryna make,
A dollar out of fifteen cents
Maybe I should start smoking weed again,
Or maybe reading more Bukowski
Will make me feel cooler than I really am
But I digress, I can attest
That losing sleep is playing it’s tricks on me again
I’m here to remind you that you’re exactly where you need to be
Don’t let you vision get cloudy.
Everybody, everywhere is always gonna have something to say
Don’t let that shit get you down.
You gotta find a reason, to be a fucking human these days
Maybe I should start smoking weed again,
Or maybe reading more Bukowski
Will make me feel cooler than I really am
But I digress, I can attest
That losing sleep is playing it’s tricks on me again
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2. |
Top Shelf
03:13
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Shot one and you start to feel okay.
Shot two you forget about your day.
So cool but you know it really hurts.
Old school but you know that never works.
Don’t you?
It’s so true.
Shot three goes right down the hatch.
Shot four and you’re hoping you can last the whole night.
Old school but you know that never works.
So cool but you know it fucking hurts.
Don’t you?
It’s sad, but true.
I can’t count how many times I’ve been outdone,
By someone quicker on the trigger.
And I, have been searching my whole life for someone,
Who loves me like you do.
So cool but you know it really hurts,
Old school but you know that never works.
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3. |
Hollytree
03:48
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Put your healing hands, on my broken bones
Play me a song, you know how it goes.
I’ll try to sing along, but I can’t quite carry the tune.
No, I can’t quite carry the tune, like you do.
We put your ashes, in a concrete box.
A beautiful grave, on a corner lot.
That you had purchased, long before you’d need it.
It’s these rational decisions that carry us through.
Put your best shoes on, and walk on out the door.
Somebody’s waiting to carry you home.
Repeat the message, so we’re both on the same page.
But I guess there’s not much left to say.
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4. |
Cardboard
03:28
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Losing concentration, lacking the oxygen
To pull myself through.
Better truths finding better truths.
Better truths, finding better truths.
We’re both broken and bent give up the game,
Broken and bent, but I bet you feel the same
Losing charisma,
Cardboard on my tongue is burning holes in my brain
Refreshing reflections, cast the wrong way
Refreshing reflections, what else can I say?
We’re both broken and bent give up the game,
Broken and bent, but I bet you feel the same
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5. |
I Think I Missed It All
02:45
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If you could would you change it all?
Go back and prevent the fall?
If you could, would you change it all?
And would you please, take me with you?
You know I still wish, I could find a hook, that sounds like Modern Baseball
But 2016 was a lifetime ago, but I think I must have missed it all.
Who would you pin the blame on?
If you could give it all away?
Who’s shoulder would you choose to cry on?
And would they, help wipe your tears away?
You know I still wish, I could find a hook, that sounds like Modern Baseball
But 2016 was a lifetime ago, but I think I must have missed it all.
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Pretty Sure Grand Rapids, Michigan
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endearingly self-deprecating rock 'n roll from Grand Rapids, MI. Their debut EP "Pretty Sure?" captures the energy of major life changes, learning life lessons, and relying on music to pull you through.
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