A vacant look on stranger’s faces
Unfamiliar streets and lonely places
I feel like I’m a few steps behind
Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations
I ask myself, what am I doing here?
Empty bars, drunk declarations
Bad neighborhoods, fucked up situations
I feel like I’m a few steps behind
Everything seemed a whole lot easier
Where everything moved slower
In the place that I knew better
Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing here?
1 | On Excuses |
2 | Realize |
3 | To a Buddy at War |
4 | Stacked and Shifted |
5 | City |
6 | Ridgewood, Son. |
7 | Face Mush |
8 | Sleeping Bag |