Unsure of how I’ve lived here
I always see what’s wrong
I leave the dance too early
And stumble back alone
Regretful, scorned, and pissy
I fire off the qualms
And hold a safer distance
From all the friends that might call me

And all the drowned, nothing bones of the sea
That fate could never call on me
It could never be

I’ve held an empty feeling 
Of how it could’ve been
Now I’ll leave my sorrows wanting
And move towards better things
How could I have sat there
Steeping in my grief
How could I have not seen
Bound in disbelief of change

All the drowned, nothing bones of the sea
That fate could never call on me
It could never be

All the drowned nothing bones of the sea
That fate could never have a hold on me
It could never be

Leave the Dance Too Early

One day I’m going to be throwing your favorite festival, listening to bangers only w your dad

Joseph writes all the time, seldom records, and never plays live. 

His recent songs are about disappearing in Europe, bottle rockets, shootings, smiling, the plummeting bird population, maps, laughter, and arguing.

When he’s not songwriting, he keeps busy in Nashville, TN making kombucha; working on his house; and watching movies, standup specials, and hours of sitcoms.

Leave the Dance Too Early

Joseph Mooradian