Selline I heard em say you drink too much and didn’t turn out right
They call you just a walking, talking disappointment to your face
Selline your dirty mouth’s a well thought out precursor to a fight
I think your fools are stuck in fantasies of better time and place
They keep telling you just walk it off, yeah walk it off
When life drags you down and skins your knees
And all you ever say to them is knock it off, yeah knock it off
Selline I get you
Even if your mama don’t
Selline I
Love I’ve got a lover with a backbone
Selline I can’t believe they haven’t done the math on you by now
Confusing passion for a misbehaving gutless ingrate
Selline a change of scene wouldn’t even make them start to doubt
The odds are stacked against them ever looking past the things they hate
I can safely say that I
Can fill the space they left inside
Cause the stakes are way too high
Selline I can’t decide the side of you I tend to love the best
Your fire, your hips, your tireless quips, or when you’re inclined to undress
credits
from Trace,
released July 1, 2009
Tim Blane- Guitar, Vocals
James Williams- Drums
Reuben Cainer- Bass
Paul Wolstencroft- Keys
Adam Tressler- Guitar
James Casey- Sax, Vocals
Matt Owens- Trumpet
Derrick White- Trombone
Chris Keup- Producer
Stewart Myers- Producer, Engineer
Jeff Lipton- Mastering
Maria Rice- Assistant Mastering Engineer