Cut me some slack
Its hard to breathe with ropes around my neck
Panic attacks
And nights spent all alone in my bed

Im looking for meaning in a notebook and a fretboard
Im not locking any of my doors

I guess that this means war
I guess that I'm not sure
If there's anything worth fighting for

Hear the echoes
Listen to the voices in my head
Frantic but slow
My schizophrenic conscience again

Im setting off fires with candles and a lighter
Just to see if anything gets brighter

I guess that this means war
I guess that Im not sure
If there's anything worth fighting for

This Means War

Your eyes had the shine of pennies
In a wishing well at midnight
They promised that better things
Would come along with sunlight

The two of us felt ageless in the moment before dawn
Like the stillness of a lake
Like the lyrics in a song

A penny for your thoughts dear
But please be honest now
If I had a penny for every lie
I'd have too many to count

The two of us fell silent there was nothing left to say
A storm disturbed the lake
The melodies decayed

Your eyes had the shine of pennies
In a wishing well at midnight
But these days I only see those eyes in pictures
They're nothing more than useless bits of copper
Pennies can't buy anything these days
All our wishing wells will go to waste

Pennies

American Love Song Demo

I was James Dean and Bob Dylan in my crazy cowboy dreams
Everything I knew about falling love, I learned from a movie screen
You were the perfect leading lady, the ideal American love
With your shy laughter and the way your hair would get messed up when you drank too much
You took the last train out and by the morning you were gone

All the waitresses in the diner off the pike knew us by name 
The neighbors knew us as the young couple, who danced in the rain
We'd scratch poetry into the side of trees words I still remember
"When it's love, it's love, and love will last forever"
You took the last train out and by the morning you were gone

(SPOKEN WORD)
Everything we do here now is haunted by the river
You left looking for warmer shores and haven't been back in forever
So ask yourself while searching the Earth's oceans unknown
Does the night sky look the same as it used to back home?
Can the stars guide you back to the streets we'd roam
When we had nowhere else to go?

Things used to be so easy
We stole Marlboros and whiskey and you rolled down those hills with me
Now I'm left with an old pack of smokes I can't throw away
And grass stains I can't get out of my jeans

Grass Stains Demo

9. SAMSON'S HOUSE

Well it's such a long trip coming home by train
And after a couple hours I'm tired of the landscape
So I pulled out a notebook full of songs about the good old days

Those early summer mornings in strip mall parking lots
That late night when we wrote our names in drying cement on the sidewalk
We were just a bunch of strays

We fought off the hourglass until the bitter end
With all our old friends, With all our old friends
We hid ourselves away from all the bitter days ahead
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again

It's killing me to know that you're in someone else's arms
So since I can not hold you I have picked up this guitar
I play quietly and wonder what exactly we were doing

You and I would waste our time on sunny Saturdays
Drifting through these streets like we had some time to waste
Too many dreams we never got around to pursuing

We fought off the hourglass until the bitter end
With all our old friends, With all our old friends
We hid ourselves away from all the sober days ahead
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again

All in all 
Being young is just a trust fall
Believing someone's there to keep us off the ground

All in all
Being young is just a trust fall
Getting older means accepting that we're going down

We fought off the hourglass until the bitter end (All in all, being young is just a trust fall)
With all our old friends, With all our old friends (Believing someone's there to keep us off the ground)
We hid ourselves away from all the sober days ahead (All in all, being young is just a trust fall)
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again (Getting older means accepting that you're going down)
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again (And again and again)
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again


Samson's House Acoustic Demo

Candles Acoustic Demo

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