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Coldest Brew

from Black Coffee, Bad Habits by Choke Up

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Stuck like a pig, I'm bleeding from the bank, and debt collectors are circling my new address like vultures to a carcass. I downshift on 90 west to flee a state of impending duress but the water rises high above my tires and crisis and I coalesce. I don't know how, but you found me out. Wind shakes the branches of a tree you used to climb back when you were a kid and you needed a place to hide. You could scale every Sequoia that shadows the west coast but nothing would keep you from the flood of "I don't know"s. The racing world's a river and I'm an aimless oar, tossed from chandeliers to sandy floors. Fuck me for expecting more than what I fueled. I was the spotless map and the shoddy crew. Now we're never going home.

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from Black Coffee, Bad Habits, released February 3, 2015

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