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Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted
- Album:
- We Fall Out Of Touch
- Loneliness Knows My Name
- Come What Will
- Miscellaneous
- LIVE [in Spaceland - September 26th, 2006]
- Lo
- Under the Unminding Skies
- The O.C. - The Best of Season 1
- Daytrotter Session
- Stickbirdsongs
- ICON Music Group Sampler
- Music from the OC: Mix 2
- Music From the O.C. Mix 2
- Music from the O.C. Mix, Vol. 2
- Make Some Quiet - 15 Years of Badman
- The O.C. Vol. 2 (U.S. Version)
- We Fall out of Touch - EP
- Love Like Swords