Nothing New from Head Piece by Mitch Jordan

We drove across the state. We were packed in a van.
The first of my kind left to take on the land.
The void has a way of crawling under your skin
When you part ways and return before the weight all sets in.
But it’s not as bad as you think
Can be as bad as it seems

I never played it safe. I never took any chance.
Avoided any risk living under circumstance.
Your initial fears wear off. You pay rent, stay on your feet
Now I play my records anytime and leave dirty dishes in the sink.
Some may say that sounds pretty sweet.

CHORUS:
Walk the line between what you knew then and now
Or live to regret it
Whatever next slice of hell is thrown your way
What’s still so true
It's nothing new

We were just four young lads who had the world at their feet
Built bonds of sonic sound, an appetite to please
But with year after year, a master goal never reached
So we drilled the nails in a coffin so bittersweet
And I wouldn’t change a thing

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• Alternative
• Rock
• indie rock
• shredder
• songwriter
• Omaha