Max Bemis

Ohh You humor me today Calling me out to play With your telescope eyes, metal teeth I can't be seen

Hard not to get hooked, hooked on you Hard not to get hooked, hooked on you Think of all the trouble that we

Yesterday, I turned twenty-three The date didn't mean that much to me Then I started adding figures up in my

Long drives, and even longer nights home With nothing but these tired eyes on the road And the growing cold, of

This song will become The anthem of My underground Two floors down Getting by in my bedroom