HURTS TO LAUGH

Can’t you see, can’t you see?
I’m not that interesting
I wanna be 
I wanna be 
A cog in the machine 

I’m taking the aching along with the mirth
Relatable pain — feeling the loss of being so heard

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves 
And do something, prove nothing

I’m falling free 
falling free 
From fear and anxiety 
I wanna breathe
I wanna breathe 
And be here now 

Partaking in faith has brought me to the floor
Mistaken for shakin’ an 8 ball til it scores 

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves 
And do something, prove nothing

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves 
And do something, prove nothing

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves 
And do something, prove nothing

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves 
And do something, prove nothing

DISH ISLAND

Life in a circus ring 
Balancing wants and needs 
Things never really seem
To go as planned
To go as planned

In constant oscillation 
Rollercoaster vocation 
Am I on the Oregon trail?
I don’t think that this will end well

Welcome to dish island
(Land) where my dreams thrive
(I’ve) got my music
(Sick) of these suburban blues

I’ve spent all my tokens
Are all these games broken?
Cuz even when I win
There’s no payout
There’s no payout 

Why do I even risk it?
Prizes aren’t worth the tickets
Keep drawing an empty pail
At this point I’m just like “Oh Well”

At this point I’m just like “Oh Well”

Welcome to dish island
(Land) where my dreams thrive
(I’ve) got my music
(Sick) of these suburban blues

Mississippi country Tennessee 
Something in between 
Glossy and gritty 

Welcome to dish island
(Land) where my dreams thrive
(I’ve) got my music
(Sick) of these suburban blues

Mississippi country Tennessee 
Something in between 
Glossy and gritty