Starting over for the second time, this is the one that counts, this is the one that sticks
Ripping my phone out of my hands
You can begin to see
The cracks behind the sheen
You can begin to hear
A voice that’s full of fear
Don’t pull away
Don’t double down
The hardest part
Is checking out
Start over for the second time, this is the one that counts, you told everyone you know
Ripping my brain out of my skull
And I can’t do this on my own, I got 15 minutes left of an 80 -hour week that’s trying to bury me whole
I'm not checked in, in fact, I'm checking out
One last drink has turned into thousands of dollars
It's crawled up my spine it's attacking my heart
And I can say I’m halfway there, with the wrinkles on my face, with the judgements that I’ve made before my first drink, yeah, my first drink, oh my first drink
The subtle irony behind my own sobriety
Sitting on my ass, I don’t remember I where I am at
Sitting on my ass, I don’t remember if my friends left
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022