sadly sober
no fault of the wine
I drank enough to put anyone in the grave
a slip of the tongue is no fault of the mind
Im sorry for the terrible things that I say
Scared of the truth that I know I would find if I dug too deep
so I just have a drink
smoke in my lungs and the salt on the lime
two of my favorite tastes
I don't care anymore
my friends forgot my number
I don't care anymore but I must admit that it hurt for a bit
what is the most unthinkable thing that could happen to you
what if your worst nightmare came true
all that you love did you know you could lose
I swear I don't care anymore
but who am I trying to fool
wise words from a dead man walking
but its just the liquor talking
all hope I had left to spare
vanishing into thin air
Hooky-as-hell guitar pop from this Brooklyn artist that explores the ways people we have known live in us beyond death. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022