(feat. William Beckett)
My life‘s these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let‘s go, next city, oh great, off day
Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises
And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad
But we love like the last cigarette we‘ll ever have
I‘m putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain‘t really helping but
I‘m loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with
This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don‘t look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye we‘re perfect
Even if we don‘t look back again
I like these hotels, passports, random bag checks, day dreams of