Modest - Jeremy Udden, Brandon Seabrook, Jeremy Stratton & Kenny Wolleson

Do you still ride your Vespa through the canyon like you're 17? Do you still do taco Tuesdays, would your moms remember me? If I could paint a picture It'd be Calabasas Your head on my shoulder and red wine, all on your canvas And if I'm being honest You need something modest in your life right now Send one of your flights and I'll jump on it And we can finish what we started But you need something modest in your life right now Girl we'd be so right, right now (ready?) You should be my baby, yeah, yeah 'Cause every time I close my eyes I see ya You got people in your life you love Well I gotta meet 'em I'd greet 'em at the door 'Cause I'm matching yours, yeah I love your energy, I'm matching yours And when you fall back I'll be catching ya And when it go bad I'll never leave ya And when it calm down find a beach somewhere And drink sangria by the liter, yeah (Let me talk my shit real quick) It feel good to share air with ya, yeah It feel good to be real for ya, yeah It feel good to be real, yeah Feel so damn good to share air with ya, yeah Feel so damn good to share air with ya It feel good to break bread with ya, yeah Feels so damn good to be real It feel good to share air with ya, yeah So damn good if I'm being real with ya Feel so damn good You should be my baby And if I'm being honest You need something modest in your life right now Send one of your flights and I'll jump on it And we can finish what we started But you need something modest in your life right now Girl we'd be so right, right now Yeah You should be my baby Yeah, yeah You should be my baby

Traveling, swallowing, Dramamine Feeling spaced breathing out Listerine I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell you And that you'd killed the better part of me If you could just milk it for everything I've said what I'd said, and you know what I mean But I still can't focus on anything We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves Traveling, swallowing, Dramamine Look at your face like you're killed in a dream And you think you've figured out everything I think I know my geography pretty damn well You say what you need so you'll get more If you could just milk it for everything I've said what I said, and you know what I mean But I can't still focus on anything

This song is also known as the older name: "Your Life" Everyone's afraid of their own life If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right? No one really knows the ones they love If you knew everything they thought I bet you'd wish that they'd just shut up Well you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive No one's gonna play the harp when you die And if I had a nickel for every damn dime I'd have half the time, do you mind? Everyone's afraid of their own lives If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right? Am I right, am I right, am I right? Am I right, am I right, am I right? It's our lives It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember We're alive for the first time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember We're alive for the last time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember To live before you die It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember That our lives are such a short time It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember When it takes such a long time It's hard to remember It's hard to remember My mom's God is a woman and my mom, she is a witch I like this My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself Why fight this? Everyone's afraid of their own life If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?