Tried and True (Demo)

Like a cloud, his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His heart's in a bowl behind the bank And every evening when he gets home Make his supper, and eat it alone His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold Tried and true, that's you Tried and true, that's you Guess I'm lucky to have you here In my kitchen, in your chair Sometimes I forget that you're even thеre Tried and true, that's you Triеd and true, that's you One summer, a suicide Another autumn, a traveler's guide He hits snooze twice before he dies And every evening when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold Tried and true, woohoo Tried and true, woohoo Tried and true, woohoo Tried and true, woohoo