Your mother
Made me promise
Not to waste the ink
In the pen she gave me
So we used it to tattoo
A carousel into your skin
We were only temporary
Along for the ride
We were only passengers
Passing each other by
Your father
Was a firefighter
You were an alarmist
It’s no surprise
you went off
The last time
That we talked
I can't believe how I came across
In our last conversation
I can’t defend my diction I was a dick
That’s something I’m sure of
We were only messengers
Messing
Each other up
We saw the same dead trees
On the same damn journey
Every other week
We saw the same dead trees
On the same damn journey
Every other week
A very unique addition to the PUP discography that brings a multitude of new sounds compared to previous works, not bad by any means, just a little different.
Go see them live, chaotic. Shmoob