Low from Broken Pieces by Caleb Johnston

Are you gonna wake up screaming tonight?
With your sense of reality dulled
And you don’t even know what’s real
A desperate feeling you can’t shake off
The weight of the world crumbling down

You take those pills to calm you to sleep
Lull you into a false dream
Where you can’t wake up
The reality prison, you so desperately hate

How low can things get?
How low can things get?

The feeling of abandonment
I thought we were friends
Please, just go away
I’m not even here, I never was

I thought things could change
I’ve never had hope before this
But it’s falling apart
There’s no going back

How low can things get?
How low can things get?
How low can things get?
How low can things get?

• New England
• New Hampshire
• Punk
• folk punk
• indie
• instrumental
• post-rock
• punk rock
• singer-songwriter
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