Jason Erie - Talking to Chairs

I grew up on the second story of some jersey brick layers pride
Styrofoam coffee cups and half lit rooms on Wednesday nights
King of the baseball team, suburban factories, leather bound to burst
Caught the big one one Friday night... Man I was something
Yeah where I come from people lay their heads to rest
Way before their time I guess
It ain't that easy getting worn

And it's one day at a time who you trying to kid
Ain't that time a shit kicker man I lost what I had been
I ain't looking for a family and god never seemed to care
Now I listening to strangers and talking to chairs

Oh my father was an honest man
Gave his life to the union for a gold watch and some land
Oh my mother god rest her soul
Was a fighter and a drinker since I'm six years old... but I let that go

And it's one day at a time who you trying to kid
Ain't that time a shit kicker man I lost who I have been
I ain't looking for a family and god never seemed to care
Now I listening to strangers and talking to chairs

Written by:
Jason Indorato

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