Drunk on tour in Reno: winter
Drinking staring at a slot machine
And the blinking of the flashing lights
Reminds me that there's somewhere I should be
Walk alone to the 7-11
There's not free drinks at the bar
And the names and places on the post cards
Remind me that I'm really fucking-
Far from my home and so-
Far from the one I love
And is this worth it?
Is this the life that I want?
Making love in borrowed homesteads
Drinking coffee from a vending machine
And we act like this is normal
Yeah we act like this is where we're supposed to be
But she cried when I was missing from her arms on New Year's Eve
And I'm pulling all my hair out and I'm asking myself honestly
What am I doing here?
Tell me what all this shit is for
Am I too old to sing in Short Fictions anymore?
And every letter that I wrote to you in a song
I really meant it no I wouldn't drag you along
In heavy conversations echoing through practice space walls
I should have told you sooner
And every letter that I wrote to you in a song
I really meant it no I wouldn't drag you along
In heavy conversations echoing through practice space walls
I should have told you sooner
And every letter that I wrote to you in a song
I really meant it no I wouldn't drag you along
In heavy conversations echoing through practice space walls
I should have told you sooner
And every letter that I wrote to you in a song
I really meant it no I wouldn't drag you along
In heavy conversations echoing through practice space walls
I should have told you sooner
Is this all fleeting?
Tell me when all of this is done
How can't you love something
That stands so close to your beating heart?
