"Sunsetting"
This is one of the first songs we had written for the record, and we wrote and rewrote it until a week before it was recorded. This song was frustrating as hell but we're happy with the final outcome. This song is about how you keep telling yourself something will get better, when in reality, it never will. I often worry that I dwell too hard on my dad and it's not healthy to hold on so hard but it's the only way I know how to feel about it. Mike's slide kills me every time.
Air is all you need,
pull your last smoke through me,
come on, inhale,
pull it hard and leave.
Well here I am again,
we all break in our own way
but i don't remember such a bone cold shill on such a spring day,
a man's man, the wind through those New York trees,
cursed with oaks for feet, and a heart that wouldn't beat in a torso so small,
I should have called more, come up more,
spent more time just sitting with you
because now all I've got is old footage to help me bide
and it seems that pictures of an old life have helped me to pass mine by
I miss every word, every lesson learned,
clear your throat and cough, loosen it up,
well I've been sunsetting so d*** long
and the length of those lies only stretches so far
in hell like this, on nights like these.
I just miss your humor, I just need someone to blame tonight,
you know i could never hang in as hard as i could hang on,
and here i am again.
This is one of the first songs we had written for the record, and we wrote and rewrote it until a week before it was recorded. This song was frustrating as hell but we're happy with the final outcome. This song is about how you keep telling yourself something will get better, when in reality, it never will. I often worry that I dwell too hard on my dad and it's not healthy to hold on so hard but it's the only way I know how to feel about it. Mike's slide kills me every time.
Air is all you need,
pull your last smoke through me,
come on, inhale,
pull it hard and leave.
Well here I am again,
we all break in our own way
but i don't remember such a bone cold shill on such a spring day,
a man's man, the wind through those New York trees,
cursed with oaks for feet, and a heart that wouldn't beat in a torso so small,
I should have called more, come up more,
spent more time just sitting with you
because now all I've got is old footage to help me bide
and it seems that pictures of an old life have helped me to pass mine by
I miss every word, every lesson learned,
clear your throat and cough, loosen it up,
well I've been sunsetting so d*** long
and the length of those lies only stretches so far
in hell like this, on nights like these.
I just miss your humor, I just need someone to blame tonight,
you know i could never hang in as hard as i could hang on,
and here i am again.