Midcard - Tattered Hardcore T-Shirt Lyrics

These black band t shirts just don't work like they used to
Faded anachronisms, distant planets in the past
It's finally getting colder here two whole months into winter
Remnant tinsel lines the streets, wondering how long it'll last

I rode the bus loop twice around, couldn't think of anything better
Thought about how everything is made a little better with a dog
I kind of wish I was someone else, like a photographer or painter
Cold coffee in my cold hands, I roll out into the fog

I guess I'll call someone and tell them
I need a ride back to my house
So they know that I'm not dying
I just needed to get out

I can't really remember how I got back home
And the buzz that stows away on my F# keeps ringing out
There's a box up on the table filled with digital reminders
I'll get to them in the morning, because it's winter now