Trap Door from Gumshoe by Samantha Crain

TRAP DOOR

All night
He’s up all night
He’s up all night
All night

I’ve heard you say it before and you meant it
But we all wanna be somebody else
Now I hear your chair creaking
I’m checking the driveway
(You're) buying baggies from bums
And you won’t be sleeping

All night
He’s up all night
He’s up all night
All night

Such a limited view of experience
Your heroes have built you a cage
I know you wanna transcend
But you’re tossing and turning
(in a) blue, white light malt liquor basin

All night
He’s up all night
He’s up all night
All night

So I’m not the user but I fall through the trap door
I can’t calm myself down to sleep while you’re up doing god knows what

• Alternative
• Americana
• Native American
• indie folk
• Oklahoma