It's not about who you are, but who you think you are. At least, that's what some bartender said he thought. He was drinking whiskey sours, as we murdered the hours, poking holes in our skins to bleed out the sins.
He cracked a yellow smirk and slid us another round, said, "you're probably all dust and you probably can't be found. Yeah, the fissures in the pavement make for a lousy ride, so many kids coming 'round the corner, scratching and biting for places to hide."
He said, "maybe I'm full of it. Maybe liquor is quicker and drugs make the pain better and sex makes you forget all the rest."
Maybe I'm full of it. I doubt I'd know the difference or feel the consequence. It would be way too easy.
from Crisis of Confidence (2012),
released April 1, 2012
Vocals, guitar and production by Logan Spencer
Water glasses by Stevo Bailey
Engineering by Mark Graham at The Sound, Charlottesville, VA