So Half Blind We Wrote These Songs On Sheets Of Salty Wood

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Moving on we left salty pieces of ourselves floating adrift in a sea of complacency.

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I thought you like a brother, gave my thoughts and all
Now I’m ditched at the end of a single phonecall?
Trust down the drain, I just feel the pain
You wanted more from me than I could ever ascertain
Ask again, I’ll still answer you slowly
I feel past this whole thing, old news, no bro thing
and even through the shit, I defended your name
and even though you quit, I reprimanded the claims
If our friend ship is valued, then why did you wait?
Why did I stay? The same reason I came.
I thought you as kin, almost more than a firned
at least my damn buddy, and at most my main man
You bled the back that held you, even when I fell too
I made sure to help you and now you show the tell-trues?
I never bent at all, and I even meant it all
And you?
You were never a friend at all.

(Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood)

You were my friend for five years, after school light beers
You made me fight fears that I couldn’t describe clear
You dropped out of school when your mind was wiped clear
an alcoholic pot head, while I was right here
We kept the nights clear, talked so our pipes could hear
About anything and everything, from laughs to to live’s tears
Now it seems like light years, since my ears might hear
The crack of pine needles and the snap of pine beer
You stole my money, and then you made it seem funny
That I couldn’t pay you back almost like I was running
That was something that bothered me for years to come
- I remember you screaming at one girl
You stole any woman that I tried to date,
broke any moment that I tried to be great, I’m tired of hate
That’s why I’m about to make the phone call in a while
cause even through the shit
I still want to call you my pal.

(Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood)

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from TBRR, released April 20, 2017

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2bit Virginia

2bit hasn't had time to reinvent himself for college. He's been trying to talk with a British accent and a slight element of swagger to impress the ladies, but, let's face it; it hasn't been working.
So he goes back to his dismal dorm and makes new and unique music forms to release his frustration with all things frustrating.
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