Lyrics
Split your arms, the war on drugs will get you
And the fact of the matter will do what it can to forget you
It's a lonesome life, it's a wholesome time in your venue
It's a warm embrace, it's a humble taste of the ways that I get to
Your drum
Short haircuts at the bar I frequent to see you
And the cordial buzz that they wear to sequence to meet you
It's a cardstock cut of a martyred love that you see through
To the times you downed back in your hometown
When you tossed your sinkhole
Been too long
It's a hometown bar where it's see-through
And it's been too long since I've done all I can just to meet you
And the beams still gleam in a poor attempt just to be you
A poor attempt just to be you