Damn, Julie. Damn. - Spraynard

I used to hate this place, and now it’s all that we’ve got

The empty halls are closing their doors and we’re singing with acoustic guitars

in parking lots

So crowd into this room and we’ll sing the things that still have purpose

Cut these breakers and we’ll dance in the dark

Flood the room, and we’ll sing till our lungs will burst

Add a spark and we’ll keep on moving

Cut these breakers and we’ll dance

So I’ll let this needle run through the etchings and forget the bad days

And if this record skips, then I will try and keep my thoughts positive

Because if not, I’ll be up all night

As the lights go down, we think of all the fun we’ve had

If we close our eyes, maybe this won’t hurt so bad