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written by Andrew Paine Bradbury
lyrics
I beat the traffic once again
Kept the search up for my best friend
I tried to skip the stoplights
But every last one's blinking red
I was running and cheating
And hiding out in Memphis til
The clock strikes eleven
By midnight halfway to Brazil
And every day surprises
wondering what page is next
But I'll sit up on this cross
No I don't mind letting you be the boss
Cause I ain't done feeling guilty just yet
Salt dripping out of my face
Gets me every time and place
I never thought that I needed a brace
Until the legs can't be stood on
And all that your foot's on
Turned into a pile to
Be swept up and put upon
All because i can't tell the truth
And September's coming soon
That means another temporary move
So I'll pack up my two bags
I'm sure there's things that I might forget
But I ain't giving up trying just yet
Blizzard rolled in yesterday
A stop-motion anime
Was like dropping a great white shark
on the Great White Way
It was nine inches of silences
Gets so hard to shovel that stuff
A good dose of violences
The kind that puts your guard right back up
When everyday there's trouble
Living a losing bet
But I'll sit out in this cold
If you look close see I'm not alone
Cause I ain't done holding on to you just yet
No I ain't done holding on to you just yet
credits
from Comes In Phases,
released May 20, 2014
APB: Vocals, guitar
Brian Baker: Guitar
Steve Cuiffo: Guitar
Joe Sweeney: Bass
Ricky Gordon: Drums
Greg Lewis: Organ