Layover

I'm an expat living out of a backpack
With a guitar case and a passport full of places
I still can't pronounce the names of
Black metal hopefuls
That we fucked in Oslo
Corpse painted bass players got me weak for overdrive

But I'm staying clean

Got a new fix after customs
It's the life that I've grown accustomed to
My shoes are off you can see right through me
I swear I've got less than five ounces in me
Went and broke the language barrier
Inoculated
I'm not a carrier

I got a quick embrace now I'm paralyzed and don't want to leave
This place is a metaphor that I can't perceive
This chase always ends in catch and release
In that case I'm better off saying just what I mean

Should've taken the train
I have nothing to claim
Always up in the air
I have nothing to declare



Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Bersano
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