Feel It Or Forget It

[Verse 1]
Ash on my boots
Rust on my ring
I’m laughing at nothing
Like it’s everything
Black nail paint
On a cracked glass jar
You say you hate this town
I say it’s who we are
[Chorus]
If it’s good
You can feel it
In your teeth
In your scars
In the bruise on your heart
From loving too hard
If it’s real
You can’t kill it
It survives every bar
Every bad
Sweet habit
Yeah
You feel it or you don’t
(you feel it or you don’t)
[Verse 2]
You dance off-beat
On the barroom rail
Holy in leather
Saint of broke-on-sale
You sing off-key
But I still sing along
Wrong words
Right night
That’s a perfect song
[Chorus]
If it’s good
You can feel it
In the smoke
In the sweat
In the laugh you regret
But you’d do it again
If it’s real
You can’t kill it
It outlives every trend
Every plastic anthem
Yeah
You feel it or you don’t
(hey, you feel it or you don’t)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to bass and drums
Vocal half-spoken]
Some things hit
Some things miss
Some nights fade
Then there’s this
No halo
No script
Just a shake in your chest
If your soul leans in
That’s the only test
[Chorus]
If it’s good
You can feel it
In the fall
In the fight
In the wrong that feels right
When you scream in the dark
If it’s real
You can’t kill it
It’s the ghost in the car
Singing loud in the rain
Yeah
You feel it or you don’t
(you feel it)
Yeah
You feel it or you don’t

rock, Dirty rock-goth-grunge-reggae hybrid, swung half-time groove and lurching, detuned guitars. Male vocals, smoky and ragged on verses; choruses explode with gang shouts and octave harmonies. Springy offbeat skank guitar tucks under a grinding bass, tom-heavy drums, and trashy cymbals. Bridge drops to dubby bass and echo-drenched vocals before a final, cathartic full-band slam., grunge, reggae