Stockholm Syndrome

I know… It’s a weird thing to write a song about, but who can argue with a guy who can do the windmill, and then do what this guy does about 3 minutes in. Look for the shot down the guitar’s neck…

He Loves Us

I know most of you have probably already seen this, but I get chills and tear up every time:

Never Going Back to OK

It’s not the end, but it feels like it is/I’m waking up like I’m back from the dead/I’m steppin’ out, and I feel so afraid/But as long as I’m movin’, it’s alright.

I feel alive and it hurts for a change/and lookin’ back, it’s hard to believe/That I was cool with the days that I wasted/Complacent, and tasteless and bored

But that was yesterday/We’re never going back to okay/We’re never going back to easy/We’re never going back to the way it was/We’re never going back to okay.

It’s just contempt, like a slap in the face/Mediocre, I’ve had enough of this place/This party’s over, and we’re movin’ away/From the thrills of your Beverly Hills

That was yesterday/We’re never going back to okay/We’re never going back to easy/We’re never going back to the way it was/We’re never going back to okay.

Will you stay?/This is our time/Our only life/A chance to live

Yeah, we’re never going back to okay/We’re never going back to easy/We’re never going back to the way it was/We’re never going back to okay.

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