Ambulance from Lagoon by Bird Streets

Took a ride in an ambulance. Passed out in the present tense. Fully loaded, money spent. You’re a one-man argument. Got home half-past dead. She’s waiting with a worried head. Kicked your ass out of bed. Glass broke and your spirit bled. it’s coming around again. You’re fucking it up again.Once said you used to be your very own worst enemy. Fell asleep at the wheel. You could touch but couldn’t feel. Now look what you became. A tinderbox to an open flame. Same score in a different game. Same god by a different name. When will it end? Can you remember all the times you should have died? You’re caught in a tug-of-war and playing both sides. Jesus ain’t the answer and the bottle left you dry. All the men you couldn’t be are dropping like flies before your bloodshot eyes. Woke up in an ambulance. Couldn’t stand for your defense. Maybe it was for the best. Life left you unimpressed. Jumped back into the sea. It was your oldest enemy. Went for a swim that didn’t end. It was your only friend. This is not a victory.

• 90s
• Alternative
• Brooklyn
• Rock
• addiction
• alcoholism
• brooklyn
• indie rock
• nirvana
• oscar albis rodriguez
• power pop
• radiohead
• screaming
• singer-songwriter
• zach jones
• Brooklyn