Dear me, I confess. Most days I’m a mess
I still act like I’m with it but I’m all out of one more shots to give
They don’t know about me or what’s inside my head
But in the end, it’s me alone
Staring at my phone
How did it get so bad?
And does it sound crazy that I’d ask?
I really wanna know when it took its toll
Dear me, I’m not content.
All these years and my nerves are spent
And I’ve tried to be patient but why does it seem like I’ll never make it?
Maybe I resent all the time in life I spent
Staring at this phone, feeling so alone
How did it get so bad?
And does it sound crazy that I’d ask
I really wanna know when it took its toll
How did it get so bad?
I know it sounds crazy that I’d ask
I really hope you know what’s good for your soul
Maybe we’ll go on to be “good for now”
It’s better than being nowhere at all
Dear me, I’ll be fine. It’s hard to leave what you love behind
Sometimes you know it’s time to go
What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
Strike anywhere is still one of those bands that turn the feeling of protest into sound. As fitting for 2020 as it will be far into the future I'm sure. ALostBackpack