There must be something wrong with me
I see it all so clearly
After all these years I finally see
There must be something wrong with me
And all these cheap beers and cigarettes
Haven't stopped my tears yet
My mind produces your silhouette
Every single chance it gets
And there's no hope for movin' on
I lie awake here all night long
Writing cliché country songs
And listening to Hank Williams
I said I'm sorry and I mean it
But after all this, sorry doesn't mean shit
There must be something wrong with me
I see it all so clearly
After all these years I finally see
There must be something wrong with me
After all these years I finally see
There must be something wrong with me
Nicolette Hoang's velvety vocals are the finishing touch on this pitch-perfect update on outlaw country with a touch of 60s glam. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2024