old strings on an even older guitar. this song is dedicated to seasonal depression. 

lyrics:

I’m a copy of a copy
A poorly preserved imitation 
Creeping slowly the monotony 
Begs too many questions too harsh to be making

How did I end up drowning 
In a sea of sedation and plastic siding 
Now my view has gone cloudy 
Caught up in the fog where middle class has been hiding

Beer lines the streets, winter means sleep 
Life stays the same 
The words that they keep, so ancient and mean 
Life stays the same

Mouths still move like they’re infants 
Could you speak a little more softly 
It may seem close but it’s all so distant 
Neighborhood chatter continues to haunt me

I’m starting to fall asleep 
To distant fights in the suburbs 
It’s warm but I can’t see 
The sun from behind these shutters

Beer lines the streets, winter means sleep 
Life stays the same 
The words that they keep, so ancient and mean 
Life stays the same

Beer lines the streets, winter means sleep 
Life stays the same 
The friends that you keep are far less in reach
Than you’d think

lessons (original song demo)

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