كلمات Dried Piss

Press play and i’m gone Back to the past back to the kid in photographs With flannel shirts and unforced smirks Intrepid dispositions, sometimes you can throw it all away But a few things tend to stick around The soundtrack then, it’s in my head The timing was off then Now i'm sitting soaked and insecure Left under a doubting sun When some streets have too much history you can feel Like the dried piss on a sewer grate The soundtrack then, it’s in my head The memory’s tied to music and it’s stuck in my head The memory’s tied to music and it’s all i have left But i keep listening so i don’t forget The memory’s tied to music and it’s stuck in my head The memory’s tied to music and it’s all i have left