Falling Sickness Floorspace
crusty eyes and greasy grins inhaling smoke from the valve gasket again coffee 4am, drunk again by noon shit stained couch through the midwest blasting 80's tunes ups and downs, vague smiles and frowns in a van they last forever complications take control when you're not so clever what matters now is floorspace inside jokes and sleeveless t-shirt tans cardgames I'll never understand 14 cents, cue ball in hand laughing at all the latebreak bands drugs are boring, the world's exploding sometimes nothing's ever changing I swore I'd never grow up sick and slowly aging what matters now is floorspace one more city, another name I can't quite put the face to four digits to a club, we're 2 hours late to one quick set with no soundcheck but no here's nostalgic yet I thought I had this life figured out I'm dumber than the dumbest f..ck so full of complex feelings and so shit out of luck what matters now is floorspace
