If I can get this hanger through the window of my car, I’ll never leave my house again for anything I swear. Pacing in the driveway, I’m the nemesis of fun with soggy hot dog buns from spilling warm beer in my trunk. Throwing down my jacket as I walk inside, I send a cloudy CD case flying off the side of a dresser from Ikea that I can’t get right. (God, I swear it’s missing pieces I could choke someone). “I guess you can come over if you’re really dry, but I’m not really trying to go out tonight.” I’ve had a really shitty day, I’d rather take some time to just pound zinfandel by myself and unwind. “Remind me of the last time that we hung out, was it sick?” (I don’t remember anything, not a glimpse of it) And I would rather re-up than hear about your kids, but I hope that y’all are doing just as great as I expect you’re doing. ‘P’ got me some gifts because she’s super tight. I’m lighterless relying on the stove for a light, but I don’t really care these are my favorite nights (when I can sit on my ass and respond to no one). “I guess you can come over if you’re really dry, but I’m not really trying to go out tonight.” No, with my clammy fingers grabbing every crumb that I find I could sit around here for the rest of my life.
released July 27, 2016
Recorded and Mixed by Travis Hill at the Looking Glass Studio
Produced by Travis Hill and Nathan Hardy
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