I was stuck at the bottom again with the wound I assumed wouldn’t mend
And like a high school kid, I wore it on my face
So I burned you up with the rest of the trash, but I can still feel the heat on my back
Every time you come around to drag it out again
Oh! You were a black hole overstuffed with the light you stole
Fat and full of the love you can’t give back
Oh! I was an asshole too fucking stupid to let it go
I overdose on the humanity you lack
Somehow, baby it’s quiet now
Not that I’d like to hear a word you’d have to say anyway
All that’s left in the shimmering black are standard candles that remeasure my past
Just flashing lights that caution me away
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I hear and feel a combination of The Replacements and The Wombats In this band. Listening to this album , I’m 18 again, drinking beer by the lake with my friends not sure what life will bring and not really caring. randy crome
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