It gets cold here
And the ice it dulls my mind
And the sky gives way to the grey life all the time
And my friends here
They don't recognize the signs
They just lose their nerve and they slowly give up trying
She smiles and says I'm going to miss the way we laughed
Things were better here by half on the nights when we went out
The trailer parks they arrange themselves at night
In to rows of blue and white and she lets me down
Straight up like I like...
It took three years
And I never saw return
But I paid my dues and took up some cash to burn
And the dry tears
Yeah they never cause concern
In the hard edged night my conscience takes a turn
She calls me up but it only makes me ache
And it feels like a mistake when I think of what we had
The orange air never gets that dark at night
And the desperate buzzing light it shoots through my head
Straight up like I like...
Each new year brings the storm clouds to my door
And I feel just like before only now the time has passed
These days my place is feeling smaller night by night
And I knock one back just like we used to do
Straight up like I like...
credits
from Uninvited Guests,
released November 8, 2012
Words and Music by Phillip Broste
Published by Chaos Cowboy Music, Christmas Teefs Music, Ear Cavity, and Lager Rhythmic. All writing and publishing administered by ASCAP.
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