bug bitten beautiful and down on our luck the days they all grow shorter as the bottles pile up wrapped in scars and rags and bad tattoos not a tether left to cut laughing and singing all the way back down to hell singin we can t help you help yourself but we can promise life s much better once you ve tumbled off the shelf so burn that suit and tie tear down the walls in which you re caged have they ever truly made you happy anyway never bite your tongue just let that whiskey bite your throat cause the words you scream are so much more than you know success is not about the money and it s not your social class it s about finding your happiness so get up off your ass and go outside i promise that you ll never see more clear don t be afraid to live go find out who you truly are cause no one need to know you more than you you my dear you know i ve made my bad decisions and i can live with that cause even on the worst days life s never all that bad to feel the starlight on a fright train see the sunrise on the road so goddamn beautiful and it never will get old unlike these darkrooms with cracked walls and carpets so stagnant alone grey and cold and every time i come back one less tree one more road i don t think this is home anymore so tear down and clear out and build up why can t these people just be satisfied cause they need another strip mall and they need another lane on that road that over beauty has been paved and i can t help but think about do they understand what they ve destroyed another farm road replaced with a toll way today this don t feel like my home anymore so as of late the only words that i sing are of gettin back to you and outta here cause i ve been down on my health and down on my luck and you make me feel better dear
['acoustic punk', 'anti-folk', 'folk punk', 'texas punk']