Tried and True (Demo)

Like a cloud, his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he gets home
Make his supper, and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

Tried and true, that's you
Tried and true, that's you

Guess I'm lucky to have you here
In my kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes I forget that you're even thеre

Tried and true, that's you
Triеd and true, that's you

One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a traveler's guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

Tried and true, woohoo
Tried and true, woohoo

Tried and true, woohoo
Tried and true, woohoo