Ten Ton Summer

[Verse 1]
Blame it on the boredom and bad luck
The consequences of a ten ton summer
Heavy handed and holed up
Heavy hearted and a half-rate lover
I spent a quarter century half asleep
With bad bourbon in brown bag covers
And all the little secrets I said I’d keep in deep
Fever dreams, petty thieves, one after another
[Chorus 1]
Tired and stupid and out of excuses
Careless and cut up, covered in bruises
Loose lips like nooses, just losing whatever I hold
Lighting candles in churches and candles in bedrooms
Crushing and clipping, headboards, headroom
I’m running out of fire but I’m getting kind of used to the cold
I ain’t no good at growing old
[Verse 2]
Blame it on the lack of experience
The status quo of staying insincere
When every second got serious
When every morning got a little unclear
I blame the bars and the late nights
The purple haze that made the world taste sweeter
The blurry love songs and bright lights, skin tight
B-rate Byron in four-four meter.
[Chorus 2]
Gunning past midnight, burning through blessings
Way past shelf-life, ignoring the messes, man
A hundred good guesses, I thought that I could follow a hunch
But it came on a corner, hard on my blindside
Tripped up, torn up, tied up in high tide
Damn near crucified, I never landed a punch
I should have figured as much
(Maybe I’m losing my touch)
[Verse 3]
Tally all the sins as a sunk cost
The failed attempts to keep my life on track
There’s no use missing the time lost
You lose more when you try to step back
I blame the boredom and bad luck
And all the secrets that it helped me uncover
Like losing youth and losing you
The consequences of a ten ton summer
[Chorus 3]
Forward facing fuckups, high since high school
Never been better, man, life skills, night moves
I got my act together now, I’m learning to buy what I’m sold
I got geared up, gored up through the machine, and
Ripped up, wrung out, looking real clean
All spent, can’t repent, I’m fitting into a mold.
I ain’t no good at growing old.