Disappearing Act from Lagoon by Bird Streets

Things were more predictable when I was a drunk. Dive into the black pool of night and wake up feeling sunk. Drink myself nonverbal and pass out in the hall. Go home with anyone still standing at last call. No matter how much time has passed, I never know how long it’s gonna last. I’m neither the man I wanted to be nor the man I thought I was. Just a couple drinks away from being anonymous. It’s a disappearing act that takes out the best of us. Just a couple drinks away from being anonymous. These days I’m racking up casualties like I’m trying to get caught. Spend all my time making enemies of the only friends I got. Trying to stay out of trouble but lord there’s trouble on my mind. Can’t think about the future when you wanna leave it all behind. But I still don’t know who I am: a holy roller or the son of sam So much regret over things I might have done to things I ain’t done yet. Truth be told I’m sick of it. Am I just a counterfeit? It ain’t just some habit you can quit and rise above. Just a couple drinks away from being anonymous.

• 90s
• Alternative
• Brooklyn
• Otis Redding
• Rock
• Soul
• hammond organ
• horns
• indie rock
• oscar albis rodriguez
• power pop
• saxophone
• singer-songwriter
• zach jones
• Brooklyn