21st St

I cut my teeth on
Childhood superstitions
But they say these types of things
Are what you make them
So if you’ve made your calls
I’m better off alone
And if you’ve made your calls
I’m better off alone
In untrimmed grass and concrete cracks
The kind of place you drive right past
In untrimmed grass and concrete cracks
The kind of place you drive right past
Driving at four
By six we’re craving more
Low eyes
Tree Lines
Neon signs left me behind
Driving at four
By six we’re craving more
Low eyes
Tree Lines
Neon signs left me behind
Neon signs left me behind
These bones water their lawns
Thursday morning at dawn
When I pay a grip for a room to get along
So if you’ve made your calls
I’m better off alone
And if you’ve made your calls
I’m better off alone
In untrimmed grass and concrete cracks
The kind of place you drive right past
In untrimmed grass and concrete cracks
The kind of place you drive right past
Driving at four
By six we’re craving more
Low eyes
Tree Lines
Neon signs left me behind
Driving at four
By six we’re craving more
Low eyes
Tree Lines
Neon signs left me behind
Neon signs left me behind
I cut my teeth on childhood superstitions
But they say these types of things are what you make them (x5)
(If you’ve made your calls I’m better off alone) (x4)
(Untrimmed grass and concrete cracks) (x3)
Driving at four
By six we’re craving more
Low eyes
Tree Lines
Neon signs left me behind
Driving at four
By six we’re craving more
Low eyes
Tree Lines
Neon signs left me behind
Neon signs left me behind