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• Artiste: Polite Sleeper
• Titre: Glass
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I raised a glass I cleared the bar as far as I could see My arms stretched out in front of me I broke into this story One of self-worth One of reinvention From coast to mighty coast Some with bridges some with boroughs And who tells a tale Without a good woman there To keep him in line Maybe break his heart in time So now I'm standing up Recalling all the years when I I could make it through the day Without closing a tab before catching my train Gone for weeks Living out of a van I'm gonna drink with my friends We're gonna sweat out our poisons But the tours end The music, it's gotta stop And now we scream from different coasts We scream from different continents So I acclimate I move around I make mistakes I try and find my footing In a city that's too unforgiving So let's not Let's not kid ourselves Well SF is too far away from us now So we look ahead And maybe plan a future with a woman instead Now my head is filled With a hope and fear and attitude But I still sleep alone at night I spoon a fucking pillow Seems like nothing I do Match the feelings that I worked through Of you not coming home to me While I stagger down the avenues So let's not Let's not kid ourselves Well as we look back we're just chasing our tail And we change scenes every few years And we kill loves just to bring them back as someone else And nothing I do will keep me sober or novel or loved