The Showdown - Here's to the Year

Blacking out
Spitting gravel grinding teeth
Coming home
To just how desperately we need
Bloodshot eyes
Half filled holes and weakened knees
This is consequence
This is shedding skin

We’re so obvious
Sharpen rocks to break our fall
So obedient
To what bends and breaks us all
We’re just passengers
Binding time between the lines
Here’s to the year
Here’s to nothing at all