i got to know ya
over soda
in the smell of your corolla,
in the summer heat;
rollin' tires over gravel,
makin' tapes and makin' soldiers
of our shitty friends
and i know the things that you know and
maybe nothing of my own at all
and you drove like running away
could be the only real choice we had
it's not the losin'
its the winnin'
no one cares
if you're forgiven,
you'll still die alone
and no one owes us what we owe them
but back then i wouldn't know it for a little while
now, i try to forgive myself
for all the awkwardness of growing old
but, back then, we'd have none of it cuz
you can't fuck when you're broke or dying
you can't fuck when you're broke
(they just want us alone and afraid and confused)
your baby brother, riding shotgun,
writin' poems and dirty novels that don't go nowhere,
not scared of girls, not scared of dyin',
not scared of judgement, or denial, or of god, or you
and i know that running away
could be the only real chance you had
but back then i'd have none of it, cuz
you can't fuck when you're broke or dying
you can't fuck when you're broke
broke
broke
broke
broke
credits
released September 24, 2020
me - vocals, synths (dw8000, juno 106, polysix), guitars, drum programming
Etienne Dextraze-Monast: bass
Laurent Saint-Pierre: drums
Francis Leduc - "cameo" trumpet :)
produced by AGATH CHRIST
recorded and mixed at DELICATE/AUTOMATIC in Montreal North by Matthew Hills
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