https://ditherer.bandcamp.com/album/hold-your-horses
https://pony.fm/albums/4243-hold-your-horses
https://twitter.com/DitherFuss

A month ago they knocked heads on the street and now he’s next to her
They’re lying in the green and trying green, he’s not the best with words
Fixes tie, presses shirt, vixen eyes, best avert
Mixes drives - sex and work - fix his mind - exit Earth
Swims in lies ever since he lost his job with singing stars
Never writes his family he’s at rock bottom clinging hard
To hope that’s up in smoke she’s up in smoke and never asks him
At home or work she don’t cus she don’t care bout what the past been
His least likely last friend, likes her more than he oughta
When they go out in public people think she’s his daughter
He wants her, she said she started out a teen runaway
And the story of her life could go for sixteen hundred pages
Every date’s in a park and she puts her hair up in flowers
And he could lay there for hours and stare and wait til it’s dark
She hangs out with the zebras, soon he visits more frequent
And his visits vehement, girl please don’t play me I need ya

He’s a high horse with clothes from a fine store
A wife he don’t like and foals he don’t provide for
My word - he’s in the long haul with fate
He’s been getting so high a long fall awaits
She’s a high horse, her mane is an eyesore
At dark in the park she’s getting baked, looking skyward
Hi birds - she’s in the long haul for pain
She’s been getting so high the bong calls her name and she answers

She hands him something murky in old cups
No worries it’s gold stuff, in no hurry to grow up
He hasn’t seen her angry in a long time
Not after the hotel where she raised hell about the bonsai
It’s clear that he’s the wrong guy, don’t hear what she says
Don’t care what she meant, only wants her hair on his neck
When he’s sleeping - one more weekend til his time’s up
His lines cut and his wife finds him on the doorstep weeping
He sends one last letter home, don’t wait for replies
It ain’t a surprise to her when he comes break and revise
Their relations, but with patience she just waves off his tries
Just take the advice, Sven, you’ll never tame me inside
I’m a free soul, he storms out and goes back to his room
It’s black as a tomb, by morning she had packed up and moved
And everywhere he trots he sees green through red eyes
A life built on headlines to a death built on deadlines

He’s a high horse with clothes from a fine store
A wife he don’t like and foals that he don’t provide for
My word - he’s in the long haul with fate
He’s been getting so high a long fall awaits
She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore
At dark in the park she’s getting baked, looking skyward
Hi birds - she’s in the long haul for pain
She’s been getting so high the bong calls her name and she follows