
Lyrics: 20 years now gone, my bones have rotted to the ground. But I still know in my cold, dead heart that when we were alive, we were the sound that carried this life, that carried this art. But dont hold back now, we're only worlds apart, and I'll see you soon, we all gotta go... Well I dont believe in the sun, or the moon or the stars in the sky. I think we live in a box, painted ceilings and sides. Thats why I hold you close, thats why I keep you near, like my bag of dope, like my deepest fears. You're my stage, you're my song, you're my deepest regret. You're the rage, you're the motherfucking deficits of my mind and my soul, everything that I owe is in you. And I'm holding on, I'm getting by, Fuck everyday, Just getting high. But there's nothing we can do, so I'll write another stupid fucking song, I wanted you hear for this, if for anything at all. But you cease to exist any longer to me, so now we live for alcohol and nicotine and smoke filled rooms listening to "Jugband Blues." I'm a dream, you're awake. So I give and you take. But you can't take the best of me hidden so far in the depths of the wood of my acoustic guitar that I burried with words someone will find and read. Realized the only fucking reason that I'm here is to plant my seed. And these flowers will bloom when they hear my song. These flowers we'll bloom when we're dead, when we're gone.. So I'm holding on, and I'm getting by. Fuck everyday, just getting high. Some sunny day, we'll reminisce. Til <b>...</b>
DEFICITS
ELECTRIC
ACOUSTIC
WORLDS
APART
EP
PUNK
ROCK
HARDCORE
CANADIAN
SOFT