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Hit the train like the Old West. Air smellin like phone sex.
Sunrise eyes swimmin with gold flecks.
Lately, the Lord’s given less than He’s taken,
cuz my life’s a movie, and all He does is two-take it.
Closet skeletons tomb raided. Ripped a few stages--
double bass how I kept the room shakin.
Coffee-flavored medicine caving my temples in.
The train before dawn--it’s me and the living dead again.
Green Line George Romero,
in front of someone wrapped up in long sleep under a tall T from Ecko.
Hopin everything that glittered wasn’t art deco.
Soundtrack of my life: the fat lady’s falsetto.
The harshed mellows in the bars echo,
the world’s smallest violin sounded like sharp cellos.
I’ve lost so much, and all I’ve got are these mementos.
I’ll take what I can get, though.

HOOK 1:
Thinkin of Brother Mike, and I miss him.
Thinkin of Hunter Coe, and I miss him.
Thinkin of my great uncle, and I miss him.
Thinkin of Andrew, and I miss him.
Thinkin of Nakila, John, and Gyron,
Man, I miss em. I miss em.

Vault under the chest plate. I shake my head and the webs break.
Took the first shot and sent my regrets late.
A dollar shorter--I’m counter height.
My manner was mild as thunder when it struck the gut of a soundless night.
Wild I’m around to write about a life escaped from,
when my friends threw shade, and I ate some.
If it took away shame, I’d repay em in limbs,
and spend twenty percent of what I make on my sins.
The number on my check wasn’t matchin my bills,
so I shoplifted rolls, sold plasma and pills.
Pendulum swung amok between dramatic and chill.
Pursuin happiness and only found it crackin a seal.
...Hand on the wheel somewhere off Central.
The verse steered itself. The instrumental’s the vessel.
I’ve lost so much, and all I’ve got are these mementos.
I’ll take what I can get, though.

HOOK 2:
Thinkin of Corvus, and I miss him.
Thinkin of Mr. Millet, and I miss him.
Thinkin of Walt, and I miss him.
Thinkin of Dylan, and I miss him.
Thinkin of my cousin Conar,
and man, I miss him. I miss em.

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from Trapdoor, released November 23, 2021
(A. Levin, D. Zunikoff)

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