Recorded at Quiet Country Audio by Paul Besch in March 2013
I'm lost in a tangled deposition, but now I'm on the search for more competition. Why is the third party laughing? I'll follow the footsteps to kick all of their doors in. My lady's so far from me, lately trees stare back at me. When she's back in this county, I'll dust of my old CD's. The bar was poisonous, shanties showing off their skin. I'd give all of my limbs to see Kev sober again. But this kid on my left has his own state of mind. I'm just so overwhelmed. Kid, we lack half our cells. Fine lines in the lines of composition, but now I'm only known to just lack specifics. I see the door-to-door stalking. Control all of the chaos, I'll hide all my teeth in. The moment tore through me as we both cried at the movies, and we drove home in silence as we both hid while our spines cringed. We get through the distance, and I won't do what my Dad did: An absence to his first kid, a poor old man to his second.
released March 17, 2013
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