Old Lows Lyrics

I frequent old lows in new skin

Line sorrows pockets with stones and push them in the river

The river

Thirty-four fathoms and counting

Two hands on the coffin and one foot in the same old dirt

Same old dirt

It's all as clear as a bomb makers conscious

We all get a little lonely

From time to time

Show me all your skeletons

And I will show you mine

Hopeless make up sex in death beds

I can't buy any more time with this worthless soul in me

Soul in me

Go to hell and back on the weekend

Come Monday say "never again", give it a week and repeat

And repeat

It's all as clear as a bomb makers conscious

We all get a little lonely

From time to time

Show me all your skeletons

And I will show you mine 

We all get a little lonely

From time to time

Show me all your skeletons

And I will show you mine 

It's all as clear as a bomb makers conscious

It's all as clear as a bomb makers conscious

We all get a little lonely

From time to time

Show me all your skeletons

And I will show you mine 

We all get a little lonely

From time to time

Show me all your skeletons

And I will show you mine