I wrote and recorded this song just under a month ago. Here ya go internetz.

Sleepovers

Biking around downtown in the cold
Spiraling in 4 food wide circles on Lamont
No where to go and no one to call
Just a few sheets of paper and my own head to crawl into
I got a full key ring with no open doors
Can I crash at your place tonight? I just need a floor
The reminiscing has been killing me
I don’t know what burns worse, whiskey or the memories

These streets tell so many stories
I couldn’t hope to hear them all
Faded memories I still hold close to me
I love waking up to you
I love waking up to you

Walking down 18th huddled in the cold
If this city’s leaking water then I guess we are the mold
Two friends rocking the sinking ship of youth
I’m not distressed as long as I got you
With other people I never know what to say
The relentless sense of sincerity
And security that you give to me
I hope it always stays that way

Your eyes tell so many stories
I couldn’t hope to hear them all
Faded memories I still hold close to me
I love waking up to you
I love waking up to you

The east coast raised me all bitter longing and hopeful
For a future that’s never gana come
The west coast broke me
I don’t know if I know how to be loved

Drunken epiphanies in DC, in Vancouver,
In my parents house serve to show ourselves
What we’re really all about
And that we’re good and we deserve to be loved
I love waking up to you
I love waking up to you

She said, “The east coast raised me all bitter longing and hopeful
For a future that’s never gana come
The west coast broke me
I don’t know if I know how to be loved.”

[inaudible over dramatized crying noises]

The east coast raised me all bitter longing and hopeful
For a future that’s never gana come
The west coast broke me
I don’t know if I know how to be loved
And it sounds just like a broken record
East side, west side man whatever.
Man whatever.
Man whatever!