Greetings From

by Post Season

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released August 28, 2015

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Track Name: Back Roads
Back Roads

So fucking drained
The hours withered away
Don't try and test me
Don't try and test me
I'm over you and all your constant complaints
Learn restraint, pull the reins
I hate your childish ways
I hate your childish ways

I flipped the pictures of us over as I walked out the door
You always thought I wouldn't leave like I was nailed to the floor
I'm out running circles around everything you wish that you were
I hate to break it to you hunny but I've settled the score

I've been driving back roads again
Late nights and overthinking
I've been leaning on all my friends
To carry me through all your bullshit
We'll never be the same again
And I'm becoming ok with that
And I've been driving back roads again
To try and keep my head from breaking
Cause you were so damn selfish
You're always so damn selfish

I flipped the pictures of us over as I walked out the door
You always thought I wouldn't leave like I was nailed to the floor
I'm out running circles around everything you wish that you were
I hate to break it to you; I hate to break it to you
I flipped the pictures of us over
I flipped the pictures of us over
I'm out running circles around everything you wish that you were
I hate to break it to you hunny but I've settled the score

You're damn right it was difficult
But in the end I know it’s worth it
Split from your fractured thoughts
That broke me down through years of bullshit
Track Name: Never Tell Me The Odds
You’re terrified of failure in a world that’s not afraid. We’re only
as bold as the moves we make. For Christ’s sake, give it a rest. If I
haven’t yet, what makes you think I’ll come around? Your fractured
thoughts on what life’s about are fault lines cracking up a stable
ground. No, I won’t stop now.

I ripped the cornerstone from progress, collapsed under the weight.
I’m spent. Honestly, how the hell am I still awake? You said you
wanted more from me. I’m clawing through the wreckage for a victory, but the pressure's hard to shake. How the hell am I still awake?

You only ever talk down. You spit bullets from a naive mouth. I
guess you know it all now, but you don’t. No, you don’t. You're
counterproductive, destructive, a fraction of yourself. Your hollowed
heart got ripped apart. Now your words have a body count.

If you told me I’m a failure, I'd have to disagree 'cause I built this
life on restless nights and reckless memories. And I know I'll make
mistakes, but I won’t admit defeat 'cause I built this life on
restless nights and reckless memories.