i'm getting carried away
well who's line is it anyway
these things are easy to fake
who left the radio on
i'm watching wayne sing off the top
these days i'm not sure what's made up
getting rid of my head
getting rid of my head
geting rid of my head
and moving away
i'm taking my time
i'm taking the train
you're a bird in my hand
you were always my friend
i was down for the count
you weren't around
fading away
laying face down
you were a lost cause i get it now
my homies all are good guys
i just need more to occupy
my grip slips further each day
and i am the worst
with nothing to lose
taking these shots
i'm chilling with my shoes off
thinking oh man
i really wish you would
getting rid of my head
getting rid of my head
getting rid of my head
and moving away
i'm taking my time
i'm taking the train
you're a bird in my hand
you were always my friend
i was down for the count
you weren't around
fading away
laying face down
carried away
it was a lost cause
it was a lost cause, i get it now
you were a phase
it was a lost cause
it was a lost cause, i get it now
i admit that i'm unhealthy
i admit my temperature rises
you were a phase
it was a lost cause
it was a lost cause, i get it now
carried away
it was a lost cause
it was a lost cause, i get it now
i admit that i'm unhealthy
i admit that my temperature rises
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016