This song was meant to go on the first EP, but I accidentally formatted the hard drive on my recorder and lost it before I could get the file. It came out better in the end anyway.
lyrics
Don't have much to say for myself, except that I'm sorry for everything I've ever said and everything I've ever done, and everything I'll ever do. Words get pushed and shoved around, especially those that mean nothing more than a way out, and sorry but "sorry" is most often used, most meaningless.
And it's one thing to know what you've done, what you're doing, and another thing to do it again. I've held you up, I hold you back. I'll hold you down and hold you dear. You'll hate me then; I always have.
It just never phased me that no longer are my arms and legs tied up with strings. This marionette, hanging its head, smiling right back to an angel's frown.
Snuff this flame with gasoline, scream at me to stop making a scene.
Before it leaves, do one last thing--oh won't you please buy this drunk a drink.
Tie up these hands, and cover these eyes. Any last words, any goodbyes?
Men, raise your arms and ready, aim.
Give up the struggle, give up the blame.
I won't ever where a cringe on my face.
Garrett has a really great sense of melody; I very often find myself thinking I would have chosen the exact same chords for his songs, or am jealous I didn't think of them first. Pete Davis
Nick Steinborn, guitarist of the Wonder Years, has lots of recording experience. He also has lots of great ideas and a loop pedal. He's also a friend of mine. He'd be my first pick for dream band. Pete Davis
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