Racing Days - Hotel Pool

The death of a friend
That people thought was doing well
But I was the one
Knew he was in a living hell
Maybe those frantic tears
They might just have been a sign
I paint the world in only grey
And now it's cloudy all the time
Time time time
I used to live by Prospect Park Parade Grounds
Dream Big Boo-Boo
Of brick walls views and concrete sound
Pardon me, sir
As I step over you
Did I give up too soon
Now I'm practicing my crawl stroke all night at this hotel pool
My soul it reeks of chlorine blue
Do you think I can pull off this bathing suit

Written by:
Brian Engles

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