Blacked out curbside 4 am
Looking up at the stars to know where I am
Words pour out me, I got nothing left to say
You just keep on living like it's your dying day
Keep on living like it's your dying day
Baby you were born to stir up trouble in me
I’ll take my place as a king of the new sincerity
But sidewalks are for cynics, they'll break your momma's heart any day
Keep on living like it's your dying day
Keep on living like it's your dying day
I was reborn today
Like a pyro baptized in flames
So I'm through pitching fits
I'm bored as hell, I'm so sick of it!
But just cause you've got better
Doesn't mean you've changed
But just cause you've got better
Doesn't mean you've changed
Blacked out curbside 4 am
September feels like something the cat dragged in
Who gives a fuck where your Grandma lives? You can't go back that way
Keep on living like it's your dying day
Keep on living like it's your dying day
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024