Dried Piss - No Trigger

Press play and I’m gone

Back to the past back to the kid in photographs

With flannel shirts and unforced smirks

Intrepid dispositions, sometimes you can throw it all away

But a few things tend to stick around

The soundtrack then, it’s in my head

The timing was off then

Now I’m sitting soaked and insecure

Left under a doubting sun

When some streets have too much history you can feel

Like the dried piss on a sewer grate

The soundtrack then, it’s in my head

The memory’s tied to music and it’s stuck in my head

The memory’s tied to music and it’s all I have left

But I keep listening so I don’t forget

The memory’s tied to music and it’s stuck in my head

The memory’s tied to music and it’s all I have left