The Grob Video (MV)

Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat
Six Pack riding shotgun on the way to the house
Leaving work to go to work, pint cans in the bag
Walkin' through the living room, where once sat the couch
To where your mom overdosed, junkies cleaning her out
So, I pop another tab just to guzzle it down
Then I pop another tab just to guzzle it down
Then I pop another tab, you get the point I sank down
Swimmin' gettin' sicker till the day that I drown
And I found every beer can that I go through never knew you
And every Black and Mild that I burn is gone to soon
Forgot creatin' art, that's something that soothes you
And now the critics back and my third eye view
Is it a sin, visions of a gun tucked under my chin
Sorry to my wife and kids, the most honest I've never been
Like Bukowski got that bluebird stuck in my chest
Never dare let him out, he's too drunk to fly his best
It's time to grab the wheel, grab the keys to start
Got my truck shifting gears on my way to stop
A couple more tall boys would really spin the walls
The bluebird's out, so can you hear him sing
And if you knew about him, what would you really think
I remember losing teeth when it wasn't a dream
And y'all should never miss me, behold I fell asleep
Right foot on the gas, left hand flickin' ash
In a flash, both side of my brain is in the past
The humid summer days, climbing trees, kicking grass
Riding bikes on the trail, take me off the beaten path
I see my brother smile, I hear my mother laugh
It seemed like enough when we were all we had
I feel the breeze hitting, I feel the fire burning
I had to take it here for my eyes to be open
The bluebird's out, so can you hear him sing
And if you knew about him, what would you really think
I remember losing teeth when it wasn't a dream
And y'all should never miss me
Behold, I fell asleep
Y'all should never miss me