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Driving 80 miles west but I'm not getting far
Theres a lot that I should think about
But I dont know where they are
Wasting all your brain on somebody else's trip
Youd tear down all the walls just to find a stone to skip
That shit you put aside it's not going anywhere
Wake up and take a haul because it's too much work to care
You went to great lengths the best decisions didnt stick
Youd cut yourself just for you to have a scab to pick
Nothings going wrong because nothings going on
But somethings gotta give
On a drive as cold as this
A drive as old as this
Nothings going right are you feeling brave tonight
It's a long way to the next town
Do your feet wanna leave the ground
Are you happy where you're found
Copyright Tom Rathe 2020
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I'm looking for a way to portray
Some fucked up shit that I saw today
So I spent the night drunk in the dark room
Waiting for you to come through
I'll spend my whole night watching you
I know I must look a sorry sight
Digging my own grave in the middle of the night
But I'll be on stand by if that's what youd like
Anything for you out of spite
I'll leave you these words to rewrite
She lit the sky on fire that night
I was riding shotgun shooting out streetlights
I burnt down the house now I gotta smoke outside
The beginning of my demise
Sorting odds and ends all my life
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I always had a choice not to hear the birds at 4 in the morning
Sneaking through the windows knocking door the door
And I always knew the story but then I learned some more
If you cant carry the weight it's probably not worth waiting for
Like a puzzle piece thrown into the wrong box
Sorting through all the shapes separating all the talks
I had with myself when it was just me around
You started looking up as the sun was going down
In our hometown
The world kept turning everyone stood and stared
At the ground underneath our feet were not going anywhere
It's a beautiful day for the world to end
Catch up on quality time with our ghostly friends
Copyright Tom Rathe 2020
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I was dead to rights
And you were never wrong
You saw me put up a good fight kip
Then watched me walk on home
The taste of the blood dont taste the same
As it did when I was young
Had intention to make more of myself
But I was always wrong
I just always wanna be your first in line
I always wanna be the last you'll find
Nowadays I dont walk the same
As I did when you were strong
You made a mean swinging man out of me
I was just following along
To the story as it was read to me
A character with his flaws
I showed you the man you wanted to see
As I held onto the bar
I just always wanna be your first in line
I always wanna be the last you'll find
And I always wanna hear you speak your mind
Even if it hurts from time to time
I just always wanna be your first in line
I always wanna be the last you'll find
And I always wanna hear you speak your mind
Even if it hurts from time to time
Copyright Tom Rathe 2020
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released January 1, 2020
