Jason Erie
 

Talking to Chairs


Verse 1:

I grew up on the second story of some jersey brick layers pride

Styrofoam coffee cups and half lit rooms on Wednesday nights

King of the baseball team, suburban factories, leather bound to burst

Caught the big one one Friday night… Man I was something

Yeah where I come from people lay their heads to rest.

Way before their time I guess

It ain’t that easy getting worn

 

Chorus:

And it’s one day at a time who you trying to kid

Ain’t that time a shit kicker man I lost what I had been

I ain’t looking for a family and god never seemed to care

Now I listening to strangers and talking to chairs

 

Verse 2:

Oh my father was an honest man

Gave his life to the union for a gold watch and some land

Oh my mother god rest her soul

Was a fighter and a drinker since I’m six years old… but I let that go

 

Chorus:

And it’s one day at a time who you trying to kid

Ain’t that time a shit kicker man I lost who I have been

I ain’t looking for a family and god never seemed to care

Now I listening to strangers and talking to chairs

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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