I'm coughing up your smile hunting down a plague to bring. I'd try to sing these words but all I do is scream.
Spending nights in prison cells trying to escape this hell. Spreading the gospel is a waste of time. These dreams I hold and memories I need to make seem to just be getting in your way.
But if I hold my breath real tight can I regain those summer nights?
Dreams vanish by the wayside way too fast. Life is nothing but a fucking heart attack. When we try to get a hold on it, it fights back with the past and present tense.
I'll die alone, bury myself. Thanks what I get for putting my hopes on a shelf.
Stealing sheep and losing sleep. Nothing can fill this void in me. What does the future hold? We're dead the story's told. We're all fat, depressed, and old.
credits
from December In Rome EP,
released January 18, 2011
Produced, Engineered & Mixed by Pete Grossmann
Bricktop Recording, Chicago, IL
Mastered by John Naclerio
Nada Recording Studio, New Windsor, NY
All Songs Written by December In Rome
