The Corner Booth (feat. Chase Petra)

Married myself to the sound, never slowed down, never had a doubt I carried myself like a star, seven feet tall, turn everything to gold Threw myself into the crowd, committed to the loud, the rock the fuck out I bled and broke strings and broke hearts, reveled in the dark, a creature of the art I saw you make a run for the corner booth Now I'm singing my song to an empty room Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you But I'm singing my song to an empty room Saw you make a run for the corner booth Now I'm singing my song to an empty room Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you But I'm singing my song to an empty room Buried myself in the songs, never built a life, couldn't keep a job My melodies helped me with the hurt, brush off all the dirt, get up and carry on So why would I bother showing up for work? A paycheck and a shirt? How may I help you, sir? No. You can't fire me, I quit! The system is rigged to keep the rich rich. I saw you make a run for the corner booth Now I'm singing my song to an empty room Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you But I'm singing my song to an empty room Saw you make a run for the corner booth Now I'm singing my song to an empty room Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you But I'm singing my song to an empty room Wrote it all down from the heart: little bit of anger, lotta fucking love Never had a clue where to start, just put the thing to paper, let it fall apart Pipe dreams, fantasies all, don't tell me about the odds, this thing is catching on Or I'll sleep out on the streets with my guitar, money in a jar, playing music for the lost I saw you make a run for the corner booth Now I'm singing my song to an empty room Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you But I'm singing my song to an empty room Saw you make a run for the corner booth Now I'm singing my song to an empty room Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you But I'm singing my song to an empty room