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White lies, yeah, yeah
One evening you came home an hour late
You told me not to worry, you been out with your friends
I couldn't help but realize the truth was being compromised
I could see it in your eyes
You say you just wanna make me happy but that's no reason
Let me see you, feel you, hear you, twist the truth around
I don't wanna hear you say, "I'm sorry babe"
'Cos now it's already too late, don't take the easy way out
Why you always trynna sing? What you think I wanna hear it?
It won't make it better 'cos you're ruining everything
You, I agreed to honesty but you had a change of mind
And so for me, you're history, you're ruining everything
Ruining everything, ruining everything
I called you on the phone the other day
Thought I heard somebody talking on the other end
But there you go again trynna play me for a fool
It will all come back to you

You say you just wanna make me happy but that's no reason
Let me see you, feel you, hear you, twist the truth around
I don't wanna hear you say, "I'm sorry babe"
But now it's already too late, don't take the easy way out
Why you always trynna to sing? What you think I wanna hear it?
It won't make it better 'cos you're ruining everything
You, I, agreed to honesty but you had a change of mind
(We agreed to honesty)
And so for me, you're history, you're ruining everything
So when will you tell it how it is?
(White lies)
And how could you let it end like this?
(White lies)
Just who do you think you wanna be?
(White lies)
And why did you keep it all from me?
(White lies)
No way out
No way out
No way out
No way out
I don't wanna hear you say, "I'm sorry babe"
'Cos now it's already too late, don't take the easy way out
Why you always trying to sing? What you think I wanna hear it?
It won't make it better 'cos you're ruining everything
You, I, agreed to honesty but you had a change of mind
(We agreed to honesty)
And so for me, you're history, you're ruining everything
So when will you tell it how it is?
(When will you tell me how it is?)
And how could you let it end like this?
(White lies)
Just who do you think you wanna be?
(White lies)
And why did you keep it all from me?
(White lies)

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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