I paint a picture in my mind that I will place upon the earth
Neither of us can hide the value then claim a false sense of worth
Our footsteps speak on these leaf littered streets
Sounds of autumn beneath our feet
We carelessly stroll without destination
Clearing our way for a new conversation

Empty words are just like paint without a canvas, that’s a travesty
At least that’s what is seems to be
Gradually I contemplate on what that means to me
You talkin without meaning then you can’t create a masterpiece
Starvin artist
The ones who struggle hardest
What they say
That’s why I eat my bread
When there’s a harvest
Stitched smiles on fake faces
They lack basis
I don’t talk, I serve like bars
And let em get wasted

I paint a picture in my mind that I will place upon the earth
Neither of us can hide the value then claim a false sense of worth
Our footsteps speak on these leaf littered streets
Sounds of autumn beneath our feet
We carelessly stroll without destination
Clearing our way for a new conversation

And there’s a part where you break away from the pack
Reactin people say they won’t but son I’ll tell you it’s fact
And like scab they will crack
Breakin your back to relax
They got you pickin at your mind
Like it’s thought that you lack
Puttin your future on a pedistool
Get lost in a mood
Quickly find yourself drownin in emotional pools
This new age is crazy
Beggin my mind to save me
I’ve been fightin for my life
But I’m just losin it lately it’s like
Misconceptions of a true reality
Talkin all you want man
It’s never what it seems
I could bury the hatchet
But never bury it clean
And I would leave an open door
But I’ve broken the key
So basically, the gravity of your words left an impression
Misdirection never seemed my biggest life lesson
Always second guessin where I’m at in my progression but
Uh, damn, I keep havin these reflections

I paint a picture in my mind that I will place upon the earth
Neither of us can hide the value then claim a false sense of worth
Our footsteps speak on these leaf littered streets
Sounds of autumn beneath our feet
We carelessly stroll without destination
Clearing our way for a new conversation

Honestly, I don’t know if I’m an addict
Quit the other shit but liquors still a habit
Form a routine for my anxiety
The day after drinkin so much I gotta calm the head and nerves inside of me
The pride in me tells a story of light in me the curtains are drawn blockin the light
Now that a rivalry that claims a fee
And I’ve been payin
Takin hits to the soul
Shit, I’m Dancin with the devil
Guess I’ll reap what I sow, whoa
I guess I’ll reap what I sow whoa
I guess I’ll reap what I sow
I’m paintin pictures in mind that I’m tryin to show
But now I’m dancin with the devil guess shit, I reap what I sow

I paint a picture in my mind that I will place upon the earth
Neither of us can hide the value then claim a false sense of worth
Our footsteps speak on these leaf littered streets
Sounds of autumn beneath our feet
We carelessly stroll without destination
Clearing our way for a new conversation

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DO U WANNA RIDE¿

Dark Associations

Somewhere

Follow Me

this old town

Take a step back my friend
Don't let the shadows rise
For sometimes the sun will set
Before it gets to rise
Don't let these anchors crush you
Let the weight keep your pace
I'm no longer the fool who looks at love
And treats it like a race 

Logic and emotion switch between the string and the puppet
When fate, fact or fiction replaced your map for a compass
Did you forget that happiness and innocence are free
Everything you need in life has already been given to you and me 

Too Good is too good to be true
There is no exception to that rule
How long until this moment starts fleeting 
I’ve been here before and history's repeating

I have never met a girl 
Who swallows her soul and shows her pride
I have never a met a girl 
Who will love up a storm then leave it behind 
Maybe I unleashed the beast 
Who pleads for your love then let’s it decay
Maybe I am the culprit
Maybe I am the one to blame 

Too Good is too good to be true
There is no exception to that rule
How long til this moment starts Fleeting 
I’ve been here before and history's repeating
Too Good is too good to be true
There is no exception to that rule
How long til this moment starts Fleeting 
I’ve been here before and history's repeating


Ben Buono: vocals, songwriter, drums, rhythm guitar, lyrics
Felipe Guerrero: production, lead guitar, bass
Sarah Reed: backing vocals
Alanah King: backing vocals 

Recorded at Rock Out Loud Studios in Plano, TX

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Authors of the Air

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