I’m tired of tryin my best
I just wanna do my worst
I got a gun full of love
I’m shootin myself first
I’m dyin in the street
I’m a martyr of self worth
I am just a little guy
You could fit me in your purse

Screeching harmonica

I’m Laying in my rot
And there’s tequila in the hearse
Nothing in my pockets
To give to the nurse
No photo ID
no personal affects
You’re a new 4 door sedan
And I’m a terrible wreck

Screeching harmonica

I’m a stranger in my living room
I’m a ghost in my own bed
I’m a mirror in the hallway
And I look like the living dead
I’m wrapped in tattered rags
I’m an Ivy League fool
I’m every punk rock cliche
You could ever use

"Real Emo" only consists of the dc Emotional Hardcore scene and the late 90's Screamo scene

101 BOOTLEG II

Actually I hate deftones
I never liked that fucking whine
Actually I forgot my head phones
So I could see you one more time
Actually I hate the cranberries
I never liked that one song
Actually I miss the drive home
I actually miss the drive home

When you’re drunk
far drunker than you meant to be
Boots on my dashboard
Please get your boots off my dashboard
And I’m drunk
Far drunker than I ought to be
I’m sleeping in the parking lot
Always sleeping in the parking lot

I can’t really see the forest
But man would you look at these trees
You can tell that the leafs are changing
By the changing of the leafs
I’m amazed by all the smoke you blow
You shoot it straight it’s how you breathe
Actually I can’t drive home
I actually can’t drive home

Cause I’m drunk
far drunker than i meant to be
Boots on my dashboard
Please put your boots on my dashboard
And youre drunk
Far drunker than you meant to be
I’m sleeping in the driveway
Always sleeping in the driveway

I have slept in a concerning number of driveways (Or And Actually)

I love the way that you never need me and the blue in your hair it reflects from the tv
Station that’s playing some ytp garbage so I will just sit down and wait here regardless
With all of these people that say they’re just people I get so fucking bored
Cause I am just evil and with being evil I need something more
So batton the hatches and hoist up the sails on this ship of skin and bone
I can sail away and play on the wings and you’re alright being alone

God as my witness
I’m scared shitless

Wanting and needing are two separate things but more so the ladder you lack 
And needing and wanting are totally something that I need to get on track
I hate that I love you and love that you hate shit the way that I hate counting sheep
I’m awake and walking and endlessly talking bout not ever getting sleep
So unload the machine and dig all the trenches on this farm of grass and mud
And we can just stay here just please fucking stay here and form up flesh and blood

God as my witness
I’m scared shitless

Damn you, I’m scared shitless!

For Aaron cause we had cheese burgers n fires earlier. Love ya bud!

Big Cheeseburger and Good French Fries (Blaze Foley cover)

Written by: Guard Rail
Produced by: Saturn979 Studios
Performed by: Guard Rail
Engineered by: Bryan Young & Angel Barrera
Mixed by: Angel Barrera
Mastered by: Angel Barrera

Guitar/Vocals: Luke Wingfield 
Drums: Michael Sexton
Bass: Angel Barrera
Guitar: Bryan Young

Recording Information

Recorded at: Saturn979 Studios 
Recorded between: April 2024 and September 2024

Special Thanks
Friends and Family
The 101

Copyright Information
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