The booze on your breath
against the side of my neck
was a prop while we rolled the tape.
I lost all my words,
my lungs filled with water,
and I watched but tried not to stare.
(God, I dont know why I bother).
We peeled off our clothes
like we were pinned to the ground.
We shook off our names
like we shook off the noise from outside.
This old pile of bricks
is falling to shit.
We're counting days till the whole thing blows away.
Holed up like a ghost,
you'd planned to head to the coast.
But you were so free
that it wrapped you like a rope.
Get lost on the road
like we don't want to be found.
Like fools we compose
to turn our mistakes into sounds.
released July 1, 2014
Music by: Sam Berniard, Brent Dixon, Chad Gowan, Zachary Kloepping
Lyrics by: Brent Dixon
Produced and recorded by Brian Phillips, Rattletrap Audio
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