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  • I hit the open road, nowhere to go, but I'm feelin' loose. So I'll drive as fast as I wanna. Pedal to the floor. Got the music loud. And I'm driving high all the way back home alone. Sun's on my skin. Living high on the horse again, And man, I hope I don't get bucked off. Cause it's been a bitch chasing down this itch. That I've had for years now.

    Would someone stop me if I get too high. Oh yeah, you got full permission to knock me down a level. Baby, would you take my keys and drive? Oh ya know these idle hands of mine are the devil

    Tell me how much this is gonna cost me. Yeah, you had me there for a while but then ya lost me. Wheels comin' off. I hope we don't get popped. But hey, it's been a good ride. Ain't it?

    So cut me loose my hands they're tied. Oh lord, I'm in no condition for dancing with the devil. Baby, should we make it out alive. Oh, you know I'm gonna put my foot on the pedal.

    Don't you get up and leave now. Oh, don't you get up and leave now, sugar. Break a little off. Don't you get up and leave now. Don't you get up and leave now with my sugar.

    Stop me if I get too high. Oh lord, I'm in no condition for dancing with the devil. Baby, should we make it out alive. Oh, ya know I'm gonna put my foot on the pedal.

  • What you waiting for? What's been keeping you from goin' out? Are ya feelin' torn? Ya gone from sleeping-in to sleeping round

    Just dip your toes into this one. You know, a night out might just save ya

    Go if you want to. I can't watch your back when you're far away. Just keep to this path you're on. Save the mood you're in for another day

    You know you leave me buzze. Never felt this way from just holding hands. I can't be feelin' love. Too many worn out songs from the ballad bands

    Oh, you're lookin' bomb, but you're tired. Can I just lay with you awhile now?

    Save me from this holding pattern. Call the boys they'll bring me 'round. Out here on this ledge, I'm trying to justify not jumping down

    Now that I'm your ball and chain, I'll try to give you space, I suppose. I've been pulling away, but now I'm not sure if it's working

    Stuck in middle. Make my way to the higher ground and away from the world. Pull me back up behind the clouds

  • Out here trying to make some hay while the sun shines. Momma calls so I tell her that I'm doing just fine, but I lie. I don't think its helping getting stoned, staying in drinking on my own. I know it can't help sleeping alone.

    Been feeling kinda broke. Feeling like I'm losing. Feeling like a joke. Yes I've been down. Yeah you found me low. I kinda let myself go

    Get your hands off me. Get your own. I'm on a roll. And now I'm returning all the favors. Why stop now when there's so much more money to blow. Don't let it hit you on the way out

    Oh don't let em pop you, boy, when you're riding. Down, down here with the dogs. Oh you're feeling useless, but you're among your kind

    You're looking kinda lost. Been doing too much boozing. And feeling what it costs. Yeah I feel it now. Am I too late? Did I give it all away?

    Get your hands off me. Get your own. I'm on a roll. Who knew it snowed this much in Vegas? Why stop now when there'sSo much more money to blow. Don't let em catch you on the way out

    Don't let em pop you, baby

    Get your hands off me. Get your own. I'm on a roll. Didn't you say you knew some ladies? Why stop now when there's so much more money to blow. Don't let it hit you on the way out, babe

  • Are you as guilty as you seem to be? Don't you lie to me. Livin' on the west end, ya look so different. Fishin' for compliments

    At least you found some friends, so you can all pretend that your fame and fortune's 'round the bend. I've had to work for mine. I had to stand in line and I'm only stopping once I'm dead

    Shake the dust off that's been on your wings and you might just fly, babe. You told me once what's in the cards for me and how they don't lie

    Do you remember when you confessed to me, in a hushed voice under the covers, that behind the make-up and all the selfish streaks you're a hopeless beast with a resting-bitch-face.

    At least we're open now so I can tell you how I've enjoyed the way the lies go down. Yeah, I'm glad we intertwined. I'm glad we toed the line cause you know I know that you know better.

    Shake the dust off that's been on your wings and you might just fly, babe. You told me once what's in the cards for me and how they don't lie.

    Somewhere down along the protest lines I'm reaching out. Hope you're well

    Dust off your wings. Gotta make this fly. Try to make her sing. I'm done with everything and Hollywood. Shake the dust off that's been on your wings and you might just fly, babe. You told me once. What's in the cards for me and how they don't lie

  • You've been pouring your heart out onto a page. Been shakin' the bottle 'till it's empty. You drifted away from me in stages. Still, you're the best I've ever had

    It's been a while since you've been real with us and it's been a while since you've been home. Oh, but love don't stop at the door it keeps going. I'm a sucker for your games and you know it

    I lock myself on the roof and I write about you. Sometimes I wonder why I try cause I've been a prisoner in absentia

    Yeah, I'm still a prisoner to this life. Comin' back from the brink's got you wondering. Is this how you want to spend your days? Getting harder to tell if you're still on the right track. I'm thinking it's all just been a phase and it's still all I've ever wanted

  • All the lights are on, but it's empty. As I look out onto the city there's a stillness to the miles. There's so much life out there, but there's no one left to chase it. It's all going to waste on kids who'd rather play inside

    And as we're going through the motions for the hundredth time. Reminded we're alone. Stressed out in your prime

    Strange times. Yeah, I can feel the pressure building. Coming in from every side. There's too much life in you so they'll try their best to tame it, but you've seen too much and now your eyes are open wide

    Open. But the wool's still there on your eyes. Locked up in your prime

    If you still wanted to you'd make time

    And as we’re going through the motions for the hundredth time. Reminded we're alone. Stressed out in our prime

  • No prescription, no amount of drugs, could wipe the smile I've got off my face. I've got someone else in your place now and it only sounds so easy cause it was

    I kind of like to think that you're stuck. I can't help but want to wish the worst for you. I like hearing that your life's fucked up and that moving on from me is hard for you

    Been thinking, man, what an evil thing to say. Usually you know that's not me, but I'm praying to God that you're cold and alone somewhere. And still having those nightmares. I'm hoping that they keep you up

    Been sleeping fine in case you're wondering. It took a while but now my dreams don't feature you. Roll the windows down and let the smoke pour out. I hope they stop me if I'm on my way to you.

    Feelin' pain, but nothin' that I can't take. I'm not feelin' any heartache. No, I'm feeling cured from this poison you dosed me with. There's still some if you wanna hit. I'll see you when the fever's gone

  • Comin' down from an old, familiar high. It's a long way down from where we started. And I, I don't know. I can read your face, says we're not quite broke but something's out of place

    Tumbling down, own towards the place we tried avoiding. Burnin' down. Drownin' out all the evil voices

    She leans in close with her skin-tight clothes and in dulcet tones she says to me touch me. And I know it's probably wise to go, but she says touch me

    Light a match and burn it down behind you. All your dreams, now just embers rainin' down burned where you left them. Gone for good

    You were warned a thousand times or more, but to hell with the caution. Thrown to the wind

Released August 5th, 2022

Recorded at clear lake Recording studios

writers: Taylor Dye, Alex Young, quinn elkins

Engineer & producer: matt jefferson