I think they know my name here
I use up all my shame here
I wonder how pathetic I appear
At least I'm not on methamphetamines, ya see
Unlike the crew that's buying lottery at 3
in the morning
at my local deli
I always pay in quarters
I think the owner's daughter
Thinks that what I'm ordering is weird
At least I'm not a total pervert creep, ya see
Unlike the bros buying baconeggandcheese
At 3
In the morning at my local deli
At least I'd never try armed robbery
Ya see, that place got held up twice in one week
It wasn't me
I would never hurt my local deli
I'm setting the bar so low
Trying to just pass go
But I'll probably just pass out on your property
I am like my home
An island all alone
Famously forgotten destiny
Oh how much potential is buried
But maybe that's our whole identity
Maybe we're a piece the puzzle needs
credits
from Island Livin',
released December 1, 2016
Andrew Paladino - Vocals/Guitar
John Trotta - Bass/Vocals
Joe Fuscia - Drums
Oakland artist Kevin Nichols blends his love of pop melodies and Nirvana guitar tones on this first single from an upcoming full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021