Aim True from Fiend by Sure, Machine

Open up my eyes to see you’re gone
I know that something I said was all wrong
Slip a couple coins into the slot
Call you up and admit I’m a fraud

Walk around the block while no one’s up
Yeah I like it like this while I still give a fuck
Slip into the station for a pack
Three to make me brave and four to act

Aim true to me
I’m a lost cause in deep

Tilt the review mirror to take a glance
Count up every time I blew the chance
Watch you make a life and settle down
While I just spin the bottle round and round

Aim true to me
I’m a lost cause in deep

Walk into the water when it’s late
I’ll cleanse myself of every last mistake
Rest inside the grace of all my grief
Settle all my scores and let it be

• Alternative
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Cleveland