Well it’s 3 a.m. again, like it always seems to be / Drivin‘ northbound, drivin‘ homeward, drivin‘ wind is drivin‘ me / And it just seems so funny that I always end up here / Walkin‘ outside in the storm while looking way up past the tree-line / It’s been some time (Gregory Alan Isakov)

Tired of taking solo walks / Across this pretty lonesome town / And always ending up so fucked / Every time that we go out (Rivulets)

Now I see you in the mirror / Certain we would disappear some day / Maybe the wave that brought us here / Will be the same that washes us away / My partner don’t know how to stop / I’m trying to lose these thoughts to bring you down / Forget the lessons we […]