i just can't explain that turning point when everything became a confidence game played for the highest stakes. well i'm on a losing streak. what would you say if you replayed the last of me? the first act: as confident as kings til' stagefright took flight and ruined everything. so what's left to do when you've fell through every crack laid out in front of you? shut up, ship out or begin to lay concrete and fill that in. i'm turning self doubt into solid ground built to stand with the punches i take. am i cast down, shut out all just to preservate? believe that this is not me. there's a voice in my head telling me i'm not defeated yet. there's desperation in my throat that says i haven't broken yet. cause every mile that i leave, every molecule i breathe could be a landslide left behind. and i don't know a fucking thing but i know i won't lay down and die.
credits
from troika tape,
released July 9, 2013
home-recorded in the bombshelter
portland, or - 2013
mastered by robert bartleson and ryan remains
@ haywire recording