Weekend Medicine from Sick Transit by Salt Horse

you winked at the border guard - got frisked and you took it hard. you're in a funk for a week 'cause the junk in your head won't be shifted.
tiny turns of the social wheel hit hard at the way you feel. you're uptight but you could make that alright - just give in and we'll get better soon.
cold-cocked by a host of ills - beset by a stack of bills - you're at a loss how to carry the cost of the days you don't get paid after hours. find foes in your next of kin - find faults in your best of friends - you're in a stat 'cause you carry the weight every day 'til the wheel gets the best of you. blacked out in a taxicab - feeling fine about feeling bad - dice "adios" on the maximum dose of your script - it's your weekend medicine.

• Rock
• indie pop
• indie rock
• power pop
• Calgary