1. |
So Wrong
02:24
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Verse 1:
He’s a washed up, lame duck, everybody's trash truck
Pointless through and through
Nothing going in his brain, orders food and gets it plain
So how does he have you?
You’re the life of the party, good looking, and artsy
So tell me, is he how you make do?
With a has been, too thin crooked smile, half grin
So how does he have you?
Chorus:
(Oh, oh) She screamed as she walked back to him
(Oh, oh) Like she knew the ending all along
(Oh, oh) You’re odds of getting away are slim
(Oh, oh) You’ve never been so wrong
Verse 2:
He’s a sad sack, weed wack, makes you want to go yak
Some gum under my shoe
Wild hair that’s never clean, undershirt that’s stained green
Could find him in a zoo
You always have it together, no matter the weather
So tell me, is he how you make do?
With a has been, too thin, crooked smile, half grin
So how does he have you?
Bridge:
Run, Run, Run, Run
No one’s going to save you
Told you that we all knew
Claimed that you were both through
oh, oh oh oh
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2. |
Friend In Fall
02:28
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Verse 1:
This killer gets stronger by the day
Only fueled by the things they say
Feed the pain, go back to work
With no idea how close it lurks
Chorus:
I could feel it coming through the phone
Whenever you started to feel alone
Cutting you inside, clawing its way out
But we have nothing to talk about
Now it’s too late, nothing to do
Screaming 3,000 miles from you
I watched you fall, I watched you fall, and I do too
Verse 2:
Crowding your own thoughts in your head
The voices say you’re better off dead
In the Boston cold with nobody
But they don’t know what you are to me
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3. |
Balance
03:00
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Verse 1:
It’s too late to be home
But too early to come in
Ransomed by the day’s past
Helplessly watching the spin
You free me from my car
But it comes in with me too
Pulling me back where we were
Like our conversations not through
Chorus:
Keep me in this space
Bring my eyes to your face
Give me a sense of peace
Make this quandary cease
Verse 2:
Is it ever enough?
Hard to tell with lingering pain
Day to day progress
Mixed over a permanent stain
Back never having left
Worries clearer than before
I know that there’s no way
I can keep going back through that door
Anchor me here and now
I set sail again
Only brought back once more
By the soft touch of your skin
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4. |
Reality Check
03:14
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Verse 1:
Do you ever dream the day away?
A rush of feelings on a typical boring day
Just to make another mile stone
to mark the day rather than being alone.
Wake up, and feel that cold sweat
Check your phone to see if you were just gaslit
Scrolling down, scrolling down, scrolling down
Pre Chorus:
No way, no way, no way
It’s not real…. But that doesn’t change how I feel
Chorus:
Here we go round and round again
With what’s happening in the world
And my head can’t stop to spin
Can’t we save face and face the facts?
It’s wheeling out of control
Heading quickly to the end of the tracks
Verse 2:
Do you ever seem to drift away?
Party of one for your private thrown brain soiree
But then the party’s cancelled, time to leave
You didn’t want to and you started to grieve, well...
Wake up, and feel your head ache
Check your phone to see if it’s all a mistake
Scrolling down, scrolling down, scrolling down
Bridge:
I’m starting to lose track anymore
Of what’s real or fake
Spend more time dreaming
Than even being awake
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5. |
Sunday Night
03:55
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Verse 1:
Pacing your bedroom floor, like it has the answers
It’s finally time to come clean, but you’re stuck with your cancers
The goals are gone by afternoon, well maybe you can start by June
And it’s all within sight, well that’s, that’s every Sunday night~~~~~
Verse 2:
Another day closer, to where you want to be
Can’t take one more upset, the best you can do is believe
1 step forward, 2 steps back, your dreams are all run black
And now you’re just full of spite, well that’s that’s every Sunday night~~~~~~
Bridge:
Oh, oh, oh ,oh ,oh, oh
You’re never gonna make it, you’ll never make it through the night x2
Verse 3:
The endless loop of disappointment, will never get you down
With the hope of tomorrow, come too damn far just to drown
Well this time it will be different, without a head full of resent
Finally things feel right, well that’s, that’s every Sunday night~~~~~
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6. |
Good View
02:45
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Verse 1:
Par for the course
But I’m falling behind
You beat me in skeeball
Now we’re talking outside
Not sure how to start
Turns into unending words
Grab shakes, go look at the stars
The hours turn to a blur
Chorus:
Stories of hopes, weird dreams, and family
Tell more than we know
Holding hands, making plans
We never wanted to go
Hiding from cop cars and strangers with cigars
Not hiding from you
Laughing sighs, look over into your eyes
Now my life has a good view
Verse 2:
Got no need for music
But I still hear a song
The sign says we’re trespassing
We know we belong
Stayed up too late
The car battery died
Embarrassedly called a friend
To give us a ride
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7. |
Summers Over
03:32
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Verse 1:
Evening summer breeze flows through hand and hair
Hugging young travelers, who aren’t really sure
If it’s love or the hot air
Wasted days spent sleeping away
Talking all night, we wanted to stay
Chorus:
Now all we wish for anymore, are those summer nights
Driving nowhere in particular, the canyon heights or feeding appetites
Seems we’re staying in bed, and dreaming of more
Older and wiser, but missing before
Verse 2:
Two boardwalk strangers, finding affinity
Riding ferris wheels, learning how she feels
About a life for you and me
Strolling hand in hand, missing every cue
Nervous passing glance, now’s my last chance
To steal a kiss from you
Wasted days spent sleeping away
Talking all night we wanted to stay
Bridge:
Where did the time go?
How could we both know?
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8. |
Day 76
02:52
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Verse 1:
Lonely, seeing faces every day
Only they can’t reach out
Feeling the same doubt
Jaded, with nothing planned today
Tomorrow is just as full
Hot outside, but inside’s cold
Chorus:
Trade for any old day full of mundane tasks
With still faking smiles behind a mask
It’s second nature to care for your fellow man
But anymore it’s more like loving a trash can
Verse 2:
Confused, voices raising nothings said
Feeding the nervous mind
Becoming more resigned
Hopeful, despite all the doom and gloom
Holding out hope for growth
Rather than collective loath
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Trouble falls in my home
Troubled man, troubled stone
Turn a mountain of lies
Turn a card for my life
Man of Steel, Man of Heart
Tame our ways, if we start
To devise something more
Something half ways
Only a steel man came to recover
If he had run from gold, carry over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
I took a bus to the lake
Saw the monument face
Yellow tides, golden eyes
Red and white, red and wise
Raise the flag, summer home
Parted hair, part unknown
If I knew what I read
I'll send it half ways
Only a real man can be a lover
If he had hands to lend us all over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
Took my bags, Illinois
Dreamt the lake took my boy
Man of Steel, Man of Heart
Turn your ear to my part
There are things you have said
Raise the boat, and raise the dead
If you take us away
Still we can say:
Only a steel man can be a lover
If he had hands to tremble all over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
Only a steel man can be a lover
If he had hands to tremble all over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
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Collective Attitude Los Angeles, California
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