It was raining
and it must've been half an hour
before we said "Can we just leave? This whole day's fucked."
With my coffee black and blue eyes, faded red just like the sunrise.
Honing in on our demise
We walked down by Shopper's Lane. How time can move so dreadfully. It bothers me.
Felt a breeze blow by. As it raced past my shoulders.
You're just something I lost versus something I fell for.
Something I lost versus something I fell for.
You've lost your charm, on top of that you lost your fire.
You slipped from apathy and slowly dive down in denial.
Why's it always me that treats the past like it's my peak?
How can I not see that you're just stifling my speech?
We were high as tops of trees. Our minds were neither here nor there.
They're everywhere.
Looked beyond your eyes, your stare froze me over.
You're just something I lost versus something I fell for.
Girl I ain't your warchild. I'm a man of peace,
and I'll never join your legion.
In my mind that's Goddamn treason.
In my mind thats Goddamn treason.
No lies,
no pride,
subside,
no lies.
credits
from Nude,
released April 16, 2016
Recorded by Nik Bruzzese at Small Hill Studios in Williamstown N.J.
Mastered at The Lumberyard in Hammonton, N.J.
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