recording:
making a huge mess, cleaning it up, getting too clean, remaking the mess, walking a line.
what is possible, what my head can wrap around, what i am afraid of. comfort zones. tests. friends and enemies.
dwelling way too much on the past. writing a song called the past. el oh el
sometimes a broken record sings the right song twice a day
sometimes a broken mirror looks you in the eye just to say
its time to grab that hard drive youve been living in
theres a war between you and the future and the past is winning
welcome to the past