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  1. Swear Jar

From the recording Swear Jar

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matthew - vocals, guitar
Gerald Ray - lead guitar
Clay Anderson - bass
Jeffry Simms - drums, backing vocals

engineered and mixed by Adam Hill at Beale Street Caravan
recorded at Ardent Studios in Memphis

mastered by Arthur Winer at Canaveral Skies

Artwork by Trista Morris

Written by the matthew show

Lyrics

I put ten dollars in the swear jar
For the call I just made to you
Not for anything I said
But for what it made me want to do
And I know you’re trying harder
And I know it’s not your fault
And I know my sense of logic
Will kick in before too long

CHORUS:
But Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck were you thinking
How did that seem like a good idea at the time
Young, drunk and high tonight
Only takes one minute to ruin your life
If you had one
If you saw a future
That was anything but
The surest loser

I never give up, no never give up
And I know sometimes that sucks
Pinning everything on destiny
In the sight of pure blind luck
But you always throw the wrench in
Just before the thing takes off
So why did you build it in the first place
That’s how you fuck my head up

(CHORUS)

You come crying to me
You come crying to me
I wish that you were lying to me
But you’re not lying to me

And now I keep my distance
Lest I get caught in your wake
Lest I get burned in the blowback
Of your latest big mistake

Now I wonder why I don’t cry
But it’s no big mystery
When I put so much hope into you
And you threw it back at me
And the call will come, I know it
And I’ll show up in my suit
The one I wore the last time
My hope faded into ugly truth

(CHORUS)

You come crying to me
You come crying to me
I wish that you were lying to me
But you’re not lying to me

I put ten dollars in the swear jar
For this song I just wrote for you