Dried Piss
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
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