Four Letter Words

The Atlas Underground Fire

Hold The Line (feat. grandson)

My Demons Are Still My Best Friends

Chillthefuckout. (Not Pop Enough Version)

Eulogy

Golden

Goodbye to the Old Me

Dropped

Train

So What?

Calling into work
Put on the same shirt and run
No, I never feel like I'll escape the debt
Like cigarettes, they won
Waiting on a bus
Oxygen for lunch again
Now I'm tethered
It feels like this weekly pay just melts away
And it's not getting any better
Guess I'll be sleeping in the basement
This two story house, working it out
Disappointment in their faces
For what I am now, I slip into the background
Ooh, the expectations never met
I slip into the background
You got me, you got me
Holding up the line
Credit card declined again
Tarred and feathered
I thought that by twenty-four
I might have more
Now it's really not a question whether
I'll be sleeping in the basement
This two story house, working it out
Disappointment in their faces
For what I am now, I slip into the background
Ooh, expectations never met
I slip into the background
You got me, you got me
You said I'd understand when I'm older
You said it would all make sense
Looking back over my shoulder
Is this what you really meant?
Or am I missing the point?
Guess I'll be sleeping in the basement
This two story house, working it out
Disappointment in their faces
For what I am now, I slip into the background
Ooh, expectations never met
I slip into the background
You got me, you got me

Basement

Palm Reader

Chillthefuckout. (Not Pop Enough Version)

ROMES

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