There’s something wrong with the way we live our lives
We grew apart in the same room at the same time
I always blamed myself for the way you hated me
But I remember that trouble is divine
I never lied to you
I just held on to hope
Far too long to be considered sane
I kept tryin all the same
Build a crown upside down on my head
There’s something in the air that bites
It reeks like sorrow in your room
Beer and cigarettes you’ll drink yourself to death
As far as I’m concerned that’s the happiest ending
I always wanted to break the walls
That built the dam between us
When I did you tried to make me die
And I’d never felt so small
Build a crown upside down on my head
We should get married pull the trigger already
Let life spill forth wasted avarice on the ground
So you can host a party on the other side of town
You can wear your best frown
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018