Recorded at Rattle Trap Audio
Produced by Brian Douglas Phillips
lyrics
I’ve been smoking too many cigarettes
And covering Bob Dylan songs
Two things I know I’m bound to regret
But the guilt hasn’t settled on
I drove up to the mountains at midnight
Cause you wouldn’t answer my call
It’s the only way I know to clear my head
When the only thought I have is “you don’t care at all”
And I know I am screwing up my healthy lungs
I just can’t seem to get enough air
But I hope if I keep destroying myself
You’ll call and say, “stop,” and I’ll know that you care
It seems the only words I say with substance
Are the ones I pair with melodies
I still don’t have the perfect words to say to you
So, instead, I will drown you with these
Oh, please know you are messing around with my head
Nothing I say will ever sink in
But I hope if I keep destroying myself
You’ll call and say “hey, baby, where have you been?”
I’ve been smoking too many cigarettes
And covering Bob Dylan songs
Two things I know I’m bound to regret
But the guilt hasn’t settled on
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