Tim Kasher

I put on a film, stayed up on the couch I couldn't relax, I couldn't lay down Seconds ticked on, four in the morning I wondered aloud, is this my right kind of ride?

i climbed across the floor to find the stairs but they're too hard to climb i collapsed again a second time i said i'd be fine but no deep down inside it's all

The sun finally rose.

I still hadn't slept.

We stopped by the hospital for a few tests.

Doctors and nurses were running in circles.

Said how did you walk

They threw me down onto a bed They jabbed a knife into my chest Some nurses cried, one held my hand Said look in my eyes as they stabbed me again It's over

It's finally over It's finally over

This is a brand new song.

This is called The Boy Who Played a Dime Store Bass.

Hoping to record it and put it out next year sometime.

He gave her love He gave her all his love It wasn't quite enough Not even close Left her at home Left her all alone No family, no support

On foreign soil When she started making special friends He never dreamt it all would end The boy who played a dime store bass Always off on tour

Rarely there.

If there were cracks in the facade He wouldn't let it fall apart The girl who always cut her own bangs Says I'm too ugly Who would ever want me?

They tied the knot and shed a nail It didn't last long They rarely last too long

Years went by, they started different lives Quite a few he tried, he's trying again One drunken night, he dialed her telephone She answered current and cold

He asked her why You never knew what love was for To you we're all revolving doors The boy who played a dime store base He had so much to give

Yet he offered none of it.