Saturday Night - live from my room for Sofar Sounds

Using my Boss VE-8 and sm58 through a Boss Katana 50 mk2
Lyrics
stolen from a book
i packed down in a box
its not like i read much, anyway
its safe to say im illiterate
im tracing pictures of Robert Pollard
a shred of hope to sharpen my skills as an illustrator
im frustrated
it’s saturday night
and the tv’s not turning on
guess ill have to sit here in silence
saturday night
at least we have eachother
me and my japanese hand made guitar
made for a far better player than me
it turns out words do hurt so much
she said eat shit and die
its partially my fault, i know
she saw me leave with a random girl
but its not what it seems
we’re only going to the same party
a stolen page from the book of life
and theres pictures of glad girls in skirts
i bet theyre more mature than you
its saturday night
and the tv’s not turning on
guess ill have to sit here alone
saturday night
at least we have eachother
me and my japanese hand made guitar
made for a far better singer than me