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August And Everything After

Omaha

And His feet were like shining bronze (Revelation 1:15-18)

Three AM, I’m talking to the ceiling
You left your perfume all over my feelings

Oh, I know, I know (I know)
This ain’t the way to cope
But I pour, I pour (I pour)
Till I can’t taste the smoke

We all have our prices
These tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every habit that I chase down
Tastes like your goodbye now
I’m addicted to the fallout

Red wine confessions
Cheap motel rooms
Bad decisions dressed up
Looking just like you
Looking just like you
(Mmm, just like you)

Tell me when does it end
This cycle of pretend
That I’m getting better
When I’m just getting by
Oh, I can’t lie.

Left to our own devices
And tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every shadow that I chase down
Burning like July now
I’m the sinner, you’re the vow
That I break, I break, I break
Can’t quit you if I try
Can’t quit you if I

Three AM, I’m done talking to the ceiling
Guess I’ll keep your perfume and spare my feelings
(Spare my feelings)

Mean Jumper Blues (Acoustic Demo)

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