Less Miserable - Missed Call

We were kids
Sons of dejected men
Reject reciprocation out of misplaced spite
Ready to burn
Twin molotovs without a match
Full of booze and fuel, just waiting for a light

We could have a drink and hash it out
You won't entertain the thought
You just like the way your phone looks
When you know you won't pick up
And this will be the last missed call you get from me

We ran from cops
Their siren like a synth
To the syncopation of our steps in staggered time
We finally stopped
When we knew we weren't found out
Laughing until we though that we might die

We stomped our ground and hung around
Content in our decay
But it was either get out or get dead
An easy choice to make
We'll sit down someday and have that drink
Yeah you have your doubts
It may take time and a fistfight
But we could work it out
And this will be the last missed call you get from me

Written by:
James Martens

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