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Pushing thirty and still playing house shows Waking up on beer soaked floors alone Hoping we’d take it further this time But I don’t know how to stay in line

Well, we're gonna waste the days Getting outpriced of our apartments Hoping we don't go homeless We sure as shit ain't moving home

Your twenty-nine year panic attack But not the fashionable kind The kind where you wake up and say 'Man, I just wanna survive'

You might move on, but you’ll never feel important

And I think about you in a lucid dream Do your best to go out in your sleep Beg for compassion while some preacher calls you dangerous

Can I be this miserable now? I fall apart when I'm off by myself But who is gonna love you now?

This hurts like hell and it always may It's the price we have to pay It's the only way we've learned to be alone

I've made my home, I don't sleep in it The walls are much too barren, they're much too barren

Is there any way to give a shit Or wake up in the morning without taking a hit?

What’s the point of pushing on anymore? I’m always tired, or maybe I’m always bored

Last I heard, Nick's still driving Lyft And Richie’s working the midnight shift Of that motel down in Elsinore He's dodging all the meth heads

I hope they played you Otis Redding I hope you remembered I named my guitar After your favorite singer of your favorite song And I break down every time I see That old Spanish nylon that you bought It never comes off the shelf anymore

And when it all burns down Will you carry me over?

The fire in my mind and the first time I felt crazy Still paying that fine

Two months with no sleep Finding out what it means to be Pushed out with no legs back And left out without a coat in the cold Blacked out with the worst of friends I cannot relate any more

It was the summer of your Gemini wedding You told me you didn't want to live in your body Begged me to thank everyone for coming, grab their gifts and go

You'll never be happy this time When it's my heart on the line So if I can't love you, why would you ever love me back?

There's an oil field on fire I'm freezing in my bed down in Austin

I remember as a kid mobile classroom holding hands Young christians with good intentions calling for a stranger's head I found it all just a bit too much

We argue and assign the blame Not like any of us feel the shame Count on one hand all the good we’ve done