Show Up

Last time I came here
I stayed at Michael’s
So disappointed in our whole cycle
So I woke up, pushed myself off of a tightrope
And listened to Muna at dawn
It’s been a whole year
I think that I grew up
But I still cry every time my dad hangs up
No good intention is ever good enough
To feel like I’ve done nothing wrong
Nothing could ever stop
My ass from showing up
To sing another song
For the people I love
To sing another song
For the people I love
Driving with Gabe through
Stratified Drylands
We all met in Brooklyn
When we were still in bands
When finding a crowd was enough grounds to grandstand
And we knew each other’s songs
Nothing could ever stop
My ass from showing up
To sing another song
For the people I love
To sing another song
For the people I love
To sing another song
For the people I love
Storing cans in the basement
I’ll be awake when
The tribulation comes
I’ll admit I faked it
I was freaked when
All the lights went off
Nothing could ever stop
My ass from showing up
To sing another song
For the people I love…