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Until It's My Time
02:47
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I’m bumming cheap cigarettes
Just drunk out in a driveway
Dreaming on and on about
Life out on the highway
Toiling away on a long term loan
Working two jobs so I can dream at home
But I just wanna get by
Until it’s my time
Until it’s my time
And I’m increasingly disturbed
By loud horns and sirens
Living too close to hospitals and
Senseless violence
Wishing that the voices clouding my brain
Would whisper words of hope instead of
Proving I’m not sane
But I just wanna get by
Until it’s my time
Until it’s my time
When my number comes in
I hope I keep my head
Cause I don’t wanna piss off
And then be left for dead
Cause I need love around me
I need friends and their words
Cause when I’m all alone
You know that’s when I’ll really hurt
That’s when I’ll really hurt
But I just wanna get by
Until it’s my time
Until it’s my time
I got up late the other night
Reminisced about the past
And I know these hard times
Aren’t really gonna last.
But when you’re slogging through the hours
By the glow of a little screen
You lose a bit of self and now I never feel like me
But I just wanna get by
Until it’s my time
Until it’s my time
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2. |
Cheap Carpet
03:17
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I’m a mess of mismatched business casual attire
And my eyes are bloodshot through my shaggy
Unmanaged hair
I got plenty of sleep but I haven’t had my morning coffee
I’m looking forward to today like a child looks forward to
The dentist
So dig me out
Or bury me in
I’ve been haunting
My old haunts
In my skin like
It doesn’t fit and
I want to quit but
I’m starting to start again
Buying new cheap carpet for
My new cheap apartment
Fling myself out of bed
Got up early on Sunday
Just to schedule my breakdown
What the hell is wrong with my head
What the hell is wrong with my head
What the hell is wrong with my head
I’m just a patchwork suit over an undisciplined body
I want to get back to feeling good
About myself
And nobody looks at me the way I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you do
Then again I’m never sure of anything at all
So dig me out
Or bury me in
I’ve been haunting
My old haunts
In my skin like
It doesn’t fit and
I want to quit but
I’m starting to start again
Buying new cheap carpet for
My new cheap apartment
Fling myself out of bed
Got up early on Sunday
Just to schedule my breakdown
What the hell is wrong with my head
What the hell is wrong with my head
What the hell is wrong with my head
Buying new cheap carpet for
My new cheap apartment
Fling myself out of bed
Got up early on Sunday
Just to schedule my breakdown
What the hell is wrong with my head
What the hell is wrong with my head
What the hell is wrong with my head
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Sunday Best
03:17
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I did the dishes today
And I hate who I am
I hope that’s not to forward
I’m praying every word that I say
Won’t kill the mood or dismantle
Our fragile foundation
It’s been a long few weeks
Sorry my apartment reaks
I’ve been neglecting my upkeep
And I just can’t sleep
I hope my snoring doesn’t keep you up
I hate being in my skin
So give me that bottle of gin
I don’t know who I am
But I know where I’ve been
So fuck off
Being alone is my biggest fear
But I don’t feel at home here
No come back
I’m on crack
I need somebody, please
I’m crazy
I did the laundry today
And I quit my job
I didn’t need it but
What am I doing
A comedic mistake
I’m a fraud I’m a fake
I’m the real Mccoy
Disappointment
I’m a genuine article
But I’ve depleted my arsenal
So let me out or lock me up
Cause I’m caccooning
I hate being in my skin
So give me that bottle of gin
I don’t know who I am
But I know where I’ve been
So fuck off
Being alone is my biggest fear
But I don’t feel at home here
No come back
I’m on crack
I need somebody, please
I’m crazy
And I’m dressed my Sunday best
In these little vignettes inside my mind
It’s the platitudes and shitty attitudes
That I always seem to find
But I mind the bumps and bruises
As I pass over the scars
Eventually, you’ll find out who you are
But I hate being in my skin
So give me that bottle of gin
I don’t know who I am
But I know where I’ve been
So fuck off
Being alone is my biggest fear
But I don’t feel at home here
No come back
I’m on crack
I need somebody, please
I’m crazy
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Sad Giants Reno, Nevada
A power trio that kicks out the melodic rawness of Americana rock ala Springsteen or Petty with a modern pop wit that twinges each song with its own unique catch from 90s college rock to melodic punk.
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