One-Way Trips Songtext
von Braden Blake

howard johnson, karaoke, bloody mary, i am on my lips
many times they were one-way trips
like brian wilson in pajamas, incoherent, hiding from the phone
when i'm on you are on your own
that somebody i'll never be
who cares
get over it
i'm insincere
not fallen far from the tree
ask yourself why i disappear
you turned your back on me
apparently i'm threatening when over seas and tossing off a glance
so the french beat me up in france
the doctor says it's probable i love you too
but then who can be sure
i'm sick of love and there is no cure
that somebody i'll never be
who cares


get over it
i'm insincere
not fallen far from the tree
ask yourself why i disappear
you turned your back on me
the anti-rock star going nowhere
drowning fears while he's trying to stay afloat
one down sacrifice another
everybody clinging to their mother's coat
and i feel so out of place right where i belong
though i could be wrong
get over it
i'm insincere
not fallen far from the tree
ask yourself why i disappear
you turned your back on me
you turned your back on me
you turned your back on me