Multi-genre singer/songwriter, previously with The Mediocres (Chicago, IL), Swimmer Monkey (Silicon Valley, CA), and currently "Clot 1" of The Garden Clots.
Friday night I’m going to pieces
Thursday was full of “he saids and “she saids
She’s my baby, she’s my baby now
Things were looking better on Tuesday
Costco had a sale so I stocked up on toothpaste
She’s my baby, she’s my baby now
Pull it from the oven though the cake’s not ready
Lift it from the pan now, slow and steady
Put it in your mouth while the kid’s not looking
Now you’re cooking
Angel fire
Angel fire
Someone hacked into my cell phone
They bought a bunch of jewelry and a box of dog bones
She’s my baby, she’s my baby now
She just locked me out of our bedroom
I’m sleeping in the van because there’s plenty of leg room
She’s my baby, she’s my baby now
I’m practicing my vows but I’m nearly choking
“Sickness and in health well you must be joking
I’d settle for a limerick and sweet high five
We won’t get out alive
Angel fire
Angel fire
I’m flipping through the bible though the words ain’t sticking
Reader’s Digest where is your condensed edition
Mathew, Mark, and John forgive my distant look
I need a different book
Angel fire
Angel fire
