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• Artiste: Polite Sleeper
• Titre: A Shirt for Each Zipcode
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I remember when I'd come home late I'd come home alone With the confidence from a chemical Now I'm all cleaned up I can fall asleep with my lights turned off And my heart doesn't beat with any old help from this scene I pick my battles I pick my fights Hell, I picked out this shirt that Hangs on this body tonight With no idea how it looks If I could take what I had and wrap it In years What I wouldn't give for a little bit of confidence here I'm up at 3AM Thinking about the bills, the debts, The art of my friends How we live ain't free but it what we've done costs more than it should In a basement off the water Under a bridge I can't see much farther past Far away from a city A city I can't afford to live in I close out most nights with a silent ride home Sometimes I follow numbers Sometimes just the cardinals I stand corrected here most times I stay awake past most bedtimes With pills that will dull the sharpest One of us When you just need to sleep it off Remember these stories from how We sink Or swim with the current Every new zip code brings a purpose With the same bike to get me home A winter that chills the kid in me The times I share the confidence With all the wrong things I don't suppose I choose To still stand or run from It's never quite as far as I think sometimes From addicts and lightweights It's all the same now, isn't it You're trying not to notice that We're too old Too old to care