strangers Songtext
von Miles Cooke

I haven′t been myself in years and the corners of the room closing in
Cracked the amethyst
A blank slate curbside cigarette candidate
A graveyard shift with the amateurs
Both arms reached across the precipice
Save face, hold fast, subtle with the recipe
Felt at home with strangers and still think about the ancients
A thankless job I rock beautifully
Repetition sowed to test fidelity
Dangerous with defensive mechanisms
Either got 'em or I go and get em
Green the color of the privileged
Break the promise no you don′t need permission
A scorched earth nothing left for descendants
I heard the malice in your footsteps
I tried to leave but I couldn't


Was short of breath
Hand on my chest
Felt seen, good looking
My heart pulsating
It's all flaws forward for the wake up
The all star that didn′t make the roster
With endless gratitude in the mantra
Sideshow bob riding shotgun
Left most in shambles
You should′ve taught your man how to squabble
More than twice their weight in stolen valor
Still survived the scandal
Ayahuasca journey with the shaman
Exit row running out the opera
The optimism's novel
Didn′t know they found a cure for cancer
I'm drunk duck hunting with a handgun
Danger close decisions made it hostile
Bonus round this episode of hot ones
Halo jumping never been the hobby