The Corner Booth (feat. Chase Petra)

Married myself to the sound, never slowed down, never had a doubt
I carried myself like a star, seven feet tall, turn everything to gold
Threw myself into the crowd, committed to the loud, the rock the fuck out
I bled and broke strings and broke hearts, reveled in the dark, a creature of the art

I saw you make a run for the corner booth
Now I'm singing my song to an empty room
Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you
But I'm singing my song to an empty room
Saw you make a run for the corner booth
Now I'm singing my song to an empty room
Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you
But I'm singing my song to an empty room

Buried myself in the songs, never built a life, couldn't keep a job
My melodies helped me with the hurt, brush off all the dirt, get up and carry on
So why would I bother showing up for work? A paycheck and a shirt?
How may I help you, sir? No. You can't fire me, I quit!
The system is rigged to keep the rich rich.

I saw you make a run for the corner booth
Now I'm singing my song to an empty room
Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you
But I'm singing my song to an empty room
Saw you make a run for the corner booth
Now I'm singing my song to an empty room
Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you
But I'm singing my song to an empty room

Wrote it all down from the heart: little bit of anger, lotta fucking love
Never had a clue where to start, just put the thing to paper, let it fall apart
Pipe dreams, fantasies all, don't tell me about the odds, this thing is catching on
Or I'll sleep out on the streets with my guitar, money in a jar, playing music for the lost

I saw you make a run for the corner booth
Now I'm singing my song to an empty room
Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you
But I'm singing my song to an empty room
Saw you make a run for the corner booth
Now I'm singing my song to an empty room
Thought you'd wanna hear what I wrote for you
But I'm singing my song to an empty room