[Lyric] Tropical Depression (Steady Hands)

Friday night, out in the backyard, at a party with all my friends
They'll ask me how I'm doing I say I'm doing the fucking same
I haven't seen you in so long, but tonight I'm gonna say so long again

She's got me backed up in a corner against a broke down wooden fence
Enough to grant those aspirations of another art school kid
I've never felt so disconnected, I've never someone so truly full of shit
But I question to myself which of the one of us is truly ignorant

Saturday, back here again, till I'm surrounded by all my friends
And it's been a couple weeks since I've felt an ounce of compassion
I'm just staring at the Florida sky, wondering what it feels like here to die

This here will be a drier weekend, even that is generous
But it's been a couple weeks since a new bad decision
I just hope I don't run into you before she remembered just what I did

In the shadows of my nightmares Woody Guthrie sings my song
Why, I ain't got no old mirror in this world now anymore
When the tropical depression was written on the bathroom wall
Well I've been on the road for far too long
Thank fucking God I'm home by Sunday I've never felt so fucking drained
I know this flight will be a rough one and then the next will be the same
But see baby, I ain't dying here on a shitter of an English plane

In the shadows of my nightmares Woody Guthrie sings my song
Why I ain't got no old mirror in this world now anymore
When the tropical depression was written on the bathroom wall
Well I've been on the road for far too long