LYRICS:

I got up feeling disheveled

I’d fallen down upon my face

and I found, there in the rubble,

some odd version of a saving grace

It seemed an end to a constant struggle

I had longed for all my life

and when it came, there in the rubble,

it cut right through me like a carving knife

If you can see a light in me,

then you are the only other one

But if you look just over there, you can see the devil

and I’ve got him on the run

If you can find any esteem,

then you are the only other one

But if you hunt through them hills, you’ll find the devil

and I’ve got him on the run

I have seen plenty of trouble

I have scrapped through many a fight

and what I found, there in the rubble,

was some odd version of a guiding light

some odd version of a guiding light

CREDITS:

Written by Michael Kingcaid (The Thanks We Get Publishing)

Produced and Recorded by Michael Kingcaid

Additional Recording by Kelly Doyle

Mixed by Matthew Logan Vasquez

Mastered by Max Lorenzen (Rare Ear)

Michael Kingcaid - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Keys, Percussion

Kelly Doyle - Electric Guitar

LYRICS:

It’s been a while since you’ve berated me,

a soft acquittal by way of apathy

How much could you believe in me?

It’s not a riddle. It’s policy.

I don’t know what to prove

I don’t know who to be

but I’ll deliver.

Watch and see

Standing alone in the same spot,

it makes you shudder to be an afterthought

Turned away from, as if your life was all for naught;

rolled in the gutter and left to rot

I don’t know where to go

I don’t know what to do

but I’ll deliver.

I swear it’s true

Fending off time-wounded heels

Longing to know how that it feels

Want to save yourself from flames? Put 'em out

If you can’t see the appeal,

For your release, I’ll make a deal

Want to know what keeps you caged? It’s the doubt

I don’t know how to feel

I don’t know what to say

but I’ll deliver.

I’m severance pay

I don’t know who to trust

don’t know to what degree

but I’ll deliver

by decree

I’ll deliver.

I guarantee

CREDITS:

Written by Michael Kingcaid (The Thanks We Get Publishing)

Produced and Recorded by Michael Kingcaid

Additional Recording by Jonas Wilson, Kelly Doyle, Jeremy Gomez

Mixed by Matthew Logan Vasquez

Mastered by Max Lorenzen (Rare Ear)

Michael Kingcaid - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Keys, Percussion

Kelly Doyle - Electric Guitar

Jeremy Gomez - Bass

Cully Symington - Drums

LYRICS:

I’ve got all the time in the world to get things right

Why start tonight?

What’s on the radio?

I can’t seem to find me a girl to save my life

So let’s start a fight

Turn on the radio

If I get laid out, then I’ll shut my mouth

Until then, bets are off of the table

I don’t think that I’m able to appreciate serenity

I don’t own a care in the world for this dark life

and there’s no end in sight

So turn up the radio

When I get knocked out’s when I shut my mouth

Until then, bets are off of the table

I don’t think that I’m able to impersonate maturity

I’ve got all the time in the world to get things right

Fuck if I start tonight

‘cause I’ve got all the time in the world to get things right

Why start tonight?

What’s on the radio?

Turn up the radio

What’s on the radio?

CREDITS:

Written by Michael Kingcaid (The Thanks We Get Publishing)

Produced and Recorded by Michael Kingcaid

Additional Recording by Jonas Wilson, Misha Hercules

Mixed by Matthew Logan Vasquez

Mastered by Max Lorenzen (Rare Ear)

Michael Kingcaid - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass, Keys

Misha Hercules - Electric Guitar, Keys

Cully Symington - Drums

LYRICS:

For as long as we’ve been hanging out, I’d like to know

Why you always kick it out-of-bounds and go it alone

Always so indifferent and cold, you pay more interest on your loans

It’s not as much you’re shutting me down as sending me home

And I’m rarely certain that’s what you’re about

I can’t get a read on your reactions

when you treat your feelings like distractions

And all I get is the feeling I got it wrong

Before you get to checking out and speaking in code,

I’d like to tread some common ground; at least, that much I’m owed

I’m not leaving. I just want to let you know

So you can keep on treating me like I said I told you so

I’ve heard stories about people living in seclusion

Some get stuck and never make it out

I can’t get a read on your reactions

when you treat your feelings like distractions

All I wanna see’s a little passion

Why you gotta be so damn old-fashioned?

Am I wearing it the wrong side out?

I must be wearing it the wrong side out

CREDITS:

Written by Michael Kingcaid (The Thanks We Get Publishing)

Produced and Recorded by Michael Kingcaid

Additional Recording by Jonas Wilson, Kelly Doyle

Mixed by Matthew Logan Vasquez

Mastered by Max Lorenzen (Rare Ear)

Michael Kingcaid - Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keys

Brendan Bond - Bass

Kelly Doyle - Electric Guitar

Cully Symington - Drums