Maybe this whiskey shouldn’t taste like water, and maybe I should leave you alone; but this bottle is empty and you’re in my bed again. Bad habits never really die, they just become you. 

“Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my love.”
— Fiona Apple

Every Thursday I’m gonna post one of my old songs. This one is from about 3 years ago, it was the first song I wrote at college after being humbled by all the extreme talent that I was surrounded by. I always thought when I was younger that I would have an easy time making it in music, but after getting to college I realized just how far I had to go. This was all the frustration and hope that had built up over my first month at NYU put into one song.

You can check out the lyrics here.