i've been driving off cliffs in my dreams
and staying to the lanes by day.
i'm driving down one-ways
and running stoplights
but i'm okay.
i'm driving drunkenly
self-medicated, masking pain behind ounces.
till all memories are obliterated
i'm fine
i'm fine
i'm fine.
i guess i'll just fall asleep to the sound of my own breathing again.
to think myself to sleep is not where i'd like to be,
but it's where i am.
it's the repetitiveness.
i'm a smoke stack.
i'm a pot boiling over,
and i'm going to explode.
i'm a breaking back,
i'm falling apart,
wishing i was either far or close, or neither.
i guess i'll just fall asleep to the sound of my own breathing again.
to think myself to sleep is not where i'd like to be but it's where i am.
i'm a smoke stack, i'm a steel mill shutting down,
i'm a river, poisoned by everything i swallow.
i'm too close to fall, too high to see the road end.
i'm a product of full bucket
promises left empty in the end.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017