Two floors, barefoot in the motel parking lot
Lie so much, can't tell when I am or when I'm not
I got the serial number fully filed off
Three hearts carved into the handle of the car
I'm leaving in the morning
Rosemary Fabian
Here you had me thinking we were friends
My radio is saying
We can stop the violence
Don't they know that nothing ever ends
I know you criticize what you don't understand
But I love the things I don't, and I hate what I can
I can't do math but I can feel it everyday
Unseen formulas that shape and shift my way
supported by 8 fans who also own “Rosemary Fabian”
Some catchy tracks on here, and my guy is not afraid to rip a guitar solo. Sounds like Daniel Johnston country at times, and the album cover looks like a hip-hop record. Cidimon Arustavi