Old Wounds from Little Hopes by John Brodeur

Remember the time
You slammed your finger in the door
Broke one so bad
You couldn't bend it anymore
You didn't notice
Until the next morning, you're sober
And you promised you'd never do that again

Remember the time
You got yourself in that fistfight
You probably don't
Your head hit the ground so hard that night
And the next morning
You woke up in a private office
And you promised you'd never go back again

Nothing can ever be perfect
With a head like that
But nothing is permanent
So raise your voice and tilt a glass
And drink it back
This is where the party ends
This is where the party ends

You keep on opening new wounds
You keep on opening new wounds
Let these old wounds heal
Let these old wounds heal

Nothing can ever be perfect
With a head like that
But nothing is permanent
So raise your voice and tilt a glass
And drink it back

• Rock
• acoustic
• alternative rock
• beck
• casio
• flaming lips
• heal
• indie pop
• male vocals
• psychedelic
• singer-songwriter
• wounds
• New York