The Real Folk Blues

Before the broken strings and the marketing
And us begging to get on big show openings
So we could have a good tour in the spring
I remember the first song I heard that made me feel less lonely
Before googling tabs to Blink-182
Writing immature breakup songs for you
Asking cooler bands how to play in a venue
It was just me all alone in my room, screaming Mischief Brew
And I hope that I die
Listening to a song I like
And I hope that I die
Listening to a song I like
And now the sweaty hugs and pumping fists
And life no longer feels meaningless
Screaming catharsis with my best friends
And I hope that it happens
Yeah I hope that it happens
I hope I get to hear that song again
I get to hear that song again
I play guitar all by myself inside my room and I’ll feel fine
I’ll see you in hell, or I’ll see you at the open mic tonight
I play guitar all by myself inside my room and I’ll feel fine
I’ll see you in hell, or I’ll see you at the open mic tonight
I play guitar all by myself inside my room and I’ll feel fine
I’ll see you in hell, or I’ll see you at the open mic tonight
I play guitar all by myself inside my room and I’ll feel fine
I’ll see you in hell, or I’ll see you at the open mic tonight
I play guitar all by myself inside my room and I’ll feel fine
I’ll see you in hell, or I’ll see you at the open mic tonight
I’ll see you in hell boys