I pass your old house on my walk home, empty and grey it reminds me of smoke filled rooms, and the friends we lost, and those sleepless nights spent in coffee cups. So I hope that the weather holds just long enough for me to grab my coat, cuz you always said that I had no sense and I'd lose my head if it weren't attached. You're always searching for something that we can't recreate. Indiana's got us feeling pretty shitty inside, maybe Ohio would be better so let's go for a drive.
released June 30, 2017
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