Bless Me from Bless Me by Grocer

Riding up the faders it's all talking to be heard
Hiding in the neighbor's bushes squawking like a bird
Broken for the weekend I feel nervous as they pass
Woken by a beacon but they said it wouldn't last
Let it go, I've got service on this archipelago
Rotting on the pavement reading writing on the wall
Pain's a rite of passage I'm not following at all
Call the cops I've been living on an unsequestered lot
Never was a fighter, but I'm fucked up in the mud
Just for fun baby I'm firing my -
Miss me with this bless me I'll be living on a prayer
Dress me up and kiss me I've got product in my hair
I digress you should wear a weighted copper suckin' vest

• Philadelphia
• Rock
• alternative
• indie rock
• power pop
• Philadelphia