A musical outlet for August Rosa until he dies.
Third-Life Crisis
off of “Grown Men” EP by Off House
I've got my costume on but no holiday. I've got my cannon lit but nowhere to aim. I've got my mind made up but no statement to make. I've got the main event but no one to entertain. I've got the world on my shoulders but I'm dead weight. I've got my carpet bags but no stake to claim.
If your party doesn't bump this I'm gunna dip. There's always another party, always somewhere to split.
I've had the best laid plans never bare fruit. I've had good ideas hatch into every excuse. I've got the wind on my back and the sun in my face With no coattails to ride or ambitions to tame.
To what do I owe displeasure?









