Well, I was never alive
Not truly, on the inside of my chest
How do you find the time to do it
Without holding your head up for air?
And the sun never shines
Behind the cones of my eyeballs, and I've waited long enough
To shed some light on a fucked up situation
And a day that may never come
And I keep telling myself that your day is gonna come
That there's not gonna be more of this
I keep lying to myself through the smoke of your cigarettes
There's got to be more than this
From the taste of blood leaking onto my teeth
From the back of the hand of something bigger than me
Placed in the way of where I'm trying to get
Just to prove things to nobody
And I keep telling myself that your day is gonna come
That's there's not gonna be more of this
I keep lying to myself through the smoke of your cigarettes
But there's just got to be more than this
Could you look down on your bastard son
And say that I'm full of shit?
'Cause I could say that I'm not the unfortunate one
And I'm better off the way that it is
Oakland artist Kevin Nichols blends his love of pop melodies and Nirvana guitar tones on this first single from an upcoming full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021
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