-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