Thursday, May 7, 2026

when they cut me loose

 


"I can't say it out loud like I used to
My mouth moves faster than my hands can write
Maybe it's the weed or maybe I'm a mess
Hey man hey man hey man I'm just doing my best

Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room
And I'll grab a chair
I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth
And my old bleached hair
Still resting on a bruise to remember how it felt
When they cut the noose
Still resting on a bruise to remember how it felt
When they cut me loose

I traded patiencе for a double threat
Neck tattoos and a lit cigarеtte
I will never forget
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I am
When it's all left unsaid
Hey Man Hey Man Hey Man I'm just doing my best

Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room
And I'll grab a chair
I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth
And my old bleached hair
Still resting on a bruise to remember how it felt
When they cut the noose
Still resting on a bruise to remember how it felt
When they cut me loose
When they cut me loose"

Cigarettes @ sunset
"Old Bleached Hair"
Possum Rock (2026)

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