-BERN OUT THE DAY- We traded thoughts for secrets We shared drinks and keepsakes From little league to shitty bands Or throwing up all night inside a van I could go on and on At night we’d come alive All night together we’d ride How long it’s been since you crawled down the laundry chute? To steal your sister’s beer I could go on and on Let’s take the weekend We don’t have to go far We can walk or ride or drive Fill the gaps with conversation End the night with a high five Oh how it was to feel alive Now Im listening to songs Im too embarrassed to say out loud But they raise a toast to us and how we didn’t have a single fuck to give Day to day was how we lived We should catch up I could on and on and on and on in this song But what’s the use? Meet me at your dad’s garage -BERN OUT THE NIGHT- I hate to say we’re stuck because the wind is still blowing Been teetering back and forth Just need a bit more momentum A push and a pull A look before a leap Perhaps a wake up call but I would settle for some sleep Not sure of these waters Im not sure if Im awake Just drift along with a slanted head and a blank stare on my face So where do we begin and when will it end? An over stayed welcome A lingering old friend And I can almost recall a time when I kind of remember just what it felt like Now these days I hardly put up a fight Step down from the helm And Ill just float on through the night Where did that feeling go? Lost in the undertow A cycle that repeats Creeps from below and grabs your feet Say “let’s get outta here before it’s too late” When debts catch up with us and our lungs depreciate