Chambers
Lyrics Cymbals Eat Guitars

Written by: Joseph P. D'Agostino, Matt Whipple

Produced by: John Agnello

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The feds closed Silk Road so I'm out in the cold
Cause I don't know anyone
Lights out in south beach coming up on seven weeks
Need a pill to sleep so I drive up to Stapleton
But even I'm not dumb enough to enter the Chambers
No smokes so I sniff my coat and wait for the early boat
My veins feel electric

It's technically NYC
But dear Christ does it get lonely

The panic sets in cause nothing's happening
Days of the same old sh*t
But I'll miss all of it

Baby's got cataracts
Her coat was shining black
Now it's grey and patchy
The sunshine caught in her eyes
Is from a different time
Had a big yard in Barnegat
She's shambling history
She sleeps on rubber sheets
She's deaf but she listens to me
Our parents got us a dog so we could learn about loss
The slow education

While I'm away on tour
She sniffs beneath my door

The panic sets in cause nothing's happening
Days of the same old sh*t
But I'll miss all of it

You won't believe the things I've seen
Since the last time we met
I don't really wanna know
I try to let you move on
But when you go...

Here's what it felt like
When I was 25
Still had my family
Missed them already
The panic sets in
Though nothing's happened yet
Days of the same old sh*t
But I'll miss all of it

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