This dream sat heavy in the backseat of my mind for years
Not just to make some noise, but to carve out something... that tasted right in my mouth.
Like the chipped pavement outside a sticky-floored club
Tunes half-heard under the throb of the lights.
It was more than a debut album; it was finding the soundtrack to Saturday nights and stolen glances.
And now, it's actually bleedin' happening
And I still can't shake the feeling it's one big, absurd joke.