Better Health from Patch Notes by Bran Crown

I'll say it again
I know I don't have to but just say when
Mints could mask our mouths that reek of gin
I know I shouldn't drive, but mama I don't mind a thing with you

So buckle up and tie them shoes
Bottoms up to me and you
For not feelin' blue

The first time that I thought about how could you look so nice
was the second time I relearned what it was to have a vice
The fourth time beat the third time in a race for better health
Nothin' beats a fifth with you down from the highest shelf

Late again
I know I said 'round nine now it's half passed ten
I should've waited on oblivion
I know I couldn't drive, but mama I still tried to get to you

I buckled up and I tied them shoes
Let's just say the car is
Far from new

• Acoustic
• anti-folk
• country
• folk
• junk rock
• lo-fi
• California