July

Follow me on Spotify if you want, thanks. open.spotify.com/artist/5mkpepinG2G2HZUZ7cHGQX Muddy coals and it's just turned July The air smells of firebombs and whiskey lullabies and I've been Driving f'n miles just to get here So I wouldn't feel alone, but I'd rather be alone No one will miss me No one will notice No one will say anything I haven't learned Well screw the car, screw the money, screw the job For what it's worth I'm never coming back Twenty five shots and seven pills popped My lips keep twitching and I feel as if they're numb Oh well I'm trying to find my lady Somewhere in Nevada So I wouldn't feel alone but I'd rather be alone She tried to kiss me yeah She tried to go there She tried to do things I said I'd never done I let her in, I let her out, I wanted love And for what it's worth I think I'm coming back My lungs feel as if they're filled with cement Shadowbox cinder blocks and break my hands Well I don't have the faintest clue But I need to be alone with someone I never knew The stench of wet leaves and August rolling in Well I need to find a place I can settle down