You are a lost leader
Where is your band?
You pull up by an old beater blue minivan
The party’s a real heater
But these aren’t your friends
They’re just people who know who you are
You’re spouting your mouth off
To someone thirty years your junior
She asks you to play a song
You say, “Does anyone have a tuner?”
And someone says
“Yeah, that guy over there probably has what you need
I think his name is Steve.”
Well it turns out Steve has a linе on some shit
You take his lead and you run with it
Thеn it’s 5am and you’re stumbling home again
Thinking, “Man, fuck this.”
You’re fumbling with keys now
Which one is your apartment?
There’s a tear in your sleeve now
And you don’t know how you got it
Were those stairs always there?
You don’t know, you don’t care
You had it, now you’ve lost it
There’s wine in the fridge that you opened last week
You said so many things tonight
Maybe you just shouldn’t speak
But you live what you know and you just can’t seem to let go
Of patterns that repeat
I used to buy everything you released
You kept me company while I fell asleep
Now I go to hear you play tunes
And there are too many dudes in the room
I just wanna leave
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
