Angler from Ruiner by Vincent Draper

Angler

I was an angler, I was a fisherman
I had it all worked out, I had all required tools
I had the patience, I had the know-how
I had time to kill, I had all required tools
‘Til I, myself
Was Caught, hook line and sinker
You should have seen her, the way she moved
And I fought, against the line
“Til I was worthless
When I was an angler

I was an angler, I was a gentler man
I had my wits about me, I believed in catch and release
I never kept one, I thought myself in the right
I had it wrong, when I believed in catch and release
‘Til I, myself
Was Caught, hook line and sinker
You should have seen her, the way she moved
And I fought, against the line
“Til I was worthless
When I was an angler

I was an angler, I was a fisherman
I have retired since, just another fish in her sea
I was landed, broken and bandaged
Wounded and weary, just another fish in her sea
‘Til I, myself
Was Caught, hook line and sinker
You should have seen her, the way she moved
And I fought, against the line
“Til I was worthless
When I was an angler

• Indie
• Rock
• Soft Core
• gothic
• sad bastard
• slow jams
• Salt Lake City