There are days that I've spent a little lost, lonely and bored
But these hours wear heavy on me for the loses I can't afford
I've lost all love, all faith, I've even lost all my pride
But I still got a belly full of laughs, my spirit is still alive
The night you told me to forget I ran right through the thorns
I stood, I listened to a violin, dreamed of your ghostly form
I had some time for some messed up thoughts, I thought I lost myself
With all the fire I've walked through, I think I still need some help
What is lost can still be found
What is gone I still can see
The days are not all setting suns
And with this lost I become free
There no trapped hero, no, I'm still not caught yet
I'm not like a dauphin whose caught accidentally in a tuna net
I'm not like a snake whose sliding into a dead-end hole
It's not time, I can't believe I got nowhere else to go
What is lost can still be found
What is gone I still can see
The days are not all setting suns
And with this lost I become free
All these mistakes building
one over another the foundation is no good
I can't believe it
Took you for granted and now it's built up
It just rot, rot, rot
It's all the same
Piled up rot, rot, rot
Rot
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018