I've been wasted and spat on, beat up and stepped on, choked up and cursed at; My heads been a bloodbath. The only thing I've realized through it all is that you're nothing...
In the mirror there's a pale frame from what used to be your best game
A sickness or a trader, a mess up and a failure.
I know that I'm a piece in this chess game life but is there something I can do to get off of the table?
Is there somewhere I can go with you?
It's a good year for a murder as you pin us with disorders,
Throw us in our padded rooms, we've learned to love this prison tomb.
I know that I'm a piece in this jigsaw life, but is there something I can do to see the bigger picture?
Is there somewhere I can go with you?
Every night I come home feeling strung out and alone
But than I see you, you're something to hold on to
The past 6 months I've been afraid to show you love so I decay
And it's wearing on you
I know it's wearing on you
A big, bright, sweet single from Philadelphia's Hurry, sugary vocal melody playing perfectly against starstruck guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2016