It’s all smoke and mirrors Why I can’t see straight Will this illusion vanish When will it break The smoke it lifting The mirrors clear I wasn’t really risking Everything is still there Am I still dreaming This just don’t sit right…

I guess it's really gonna be farewell, For as far as I can tell, Once upon a time story sounds so swell, the kind of story that we would tell, We tell the children that it's all, alright, Nursery rhymes to get through the night, Hush little…

I saw you walk right by me without a second glance. I heard you talking right behind my ‘ugly’ back. Who knew that we could turn from friends to strangers so so fast, I thought that this was just the end. I always argued it was your fault…

I recorded him on my phone so I could get all of the details Discovered after I left the office that it stopped recording after I put it in my shirt pocket I am bummed I like having a record of these kinds of conversations...

resampled live old time music with a twist