Matthew Ryan - Into The Sourdays lyrics

I buried my boots right here Along with my rattle and pen I nursed them for a while Or until I couldn't pretend All auctions start with tears It's bankrupt but regret Is the love of what's gone wrong When love is meaningless Into the sourdays Like lemon mixed with piss Long before you realised that you'd lost your way You had already swallowed it In all that you're confined None resemble you I don't resent your luck But I suspect you do The flowerpot that's cracked On the step to your front door Well that's my wish for you To be thirsty and barely hold water Into the sourdays Like lemon mixed with piss Long before you realised that you'd lost your way You had already swallowed it So let's listen to Mowtown While we're driving through these hills Between our heads will be the sound Where sunlight never spilled