Do you remember
The cheering shoulders underneath
In late September
I'm pretty boring
Hotel gutters had me wrong
And every morning
I flood my car and hum along
And every day could
Be full of promise but it's not
It's just f*cking not
Vacant lobbies
Somewhere south of getting out
Desperate hobbies
Ten stops shy of making sound
I can't remember
What ate me yesterday at all
I just can't recall
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
I'm just a city
Populated by the birds
Short and shitty
Chewing loudly on my words
Dressed in misprints
Stained forever in my skin
Oh where do I begin?
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
I hope you aren't hoping for anything from anything here
Dreams give way to brain decay and leave us with shy souvenirs
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this