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First single off upcoming debut album.
how it always ends up like this, two lovers staring at each other through a phone screen, lost. for this i really can't find the time, trying to keep running with my life 'cause if i stop, i'm lost.
hope you know where you are, i hope someone's lent you their guitar, i know you're out feeling everything and i'm in bed watching season one of lost.
keep running to save face, we're still living like dogs in space, lost and so little direction. of course i haven't forgotten you, such an impossible thing to do but if i look back, i'm lost.
hope you know where you are, i hope you feel like you've gotten far, and maybe you were told you were special one too many times and now you're lost.
maybe i don't get it, maybe i'll never get it, i'm just lost.
now it always ends up like this, it's just me staring at couples across the street, oh they look so clean and happy. but i don't wanna end up like that, going through the motions of lying in bed back to back, how it always ends up like that.
i wanna be losers forever, drink coffee in bed together, and not talk to anyone and figure out what it is that we had lost.
released January 19, 2016
Recorded and mixed by Sam Johnson at Holes & Corners, South Melbourne
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side, New York
supported by 48 fans who also own “Lost: Season One”
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