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Clumsy
04:29
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I'm losing all my balance
These days are dizzier than ever
I try so hard just to hold it together
I need a girl that's not just a body
A glass head and a heart that forgot me
You're fed up
We get it
It's the millionth damn time that you said it
You go out, just to find out
The ten to two life is just a let down
I stumble every time
I trip over my own two feet
I'm sick
So sick of my 3:30's
Growing tired of all these 9-5's
Hell, at this point I'm downright clumsy
I was born in a basement
Waxing poetic for someone to listen
Broken P.A. and a speaker that's shot
A storage unit's all that we've got
I'm losing all my balance
Hell, at this point I'm downright clumsy
Fall on my face and right back to square one
Running after a useless illusion
I may be nothing, but that's something to me
Nothing to me is all you'll ever be
Passed out
Cold floor
Cover up on your cold sore
Grow up or throw up
Quit acting like you never even knew us
I stumble every time
I trip over my own two feet
I'm sick
So sick of my 3:30's
Growing tired of all these 9-5's
I swore that last time would be the last time
Hell at this point I'm downright clumsy
I stumble every time
I trip
Over my own two feet
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Yesterday I woke up scared
Felt worse than I had felt in years
This time it wasn't the medication that fucked me up
Can't chalk it up to the bad weather or bad luck
I never said I was a sure shot baby but an accident?
Girl, I'm a dead ringer
I've got some blood on my hands
A mess in my head
A feeling that lingers
Maybe it's just how I'm wired
Living my life uninspired
Didn't realize that when we act
We do so with conscious and a lack of tact
Maybe I'll just take my chances
Living life before the drop
You can have your heart of stone, I'll take my head that is full of rocks
You're poison in my veins
A silhouette that's driving me insane
But if you're insane
Either my life is just mundane or I'm deranged
So pick it up, pick it up
And then we let it go
We're raised on bad T'V
Please take us home to basement shows
I scourge the room sweating and sick
Searching for the cause to all of this
Bloodshot eyes and nonchalant vibes
Enhance concern and turn the tides
I would rather be a lost soul than an asshole that somehow got lucky
I'll take my low paying job
Live life like a slob with the people that love me
Maybe it's just paranoia
Hesitation's a bomb that destroys us
Pushing us as we move along
Breaking our necks while we're singing our songs
Maybe I'll just take my chances
Living life before the drop
You can have your heart of stone, I'll take my head that is full of rocks
You're poison in my veins
A silhouette that's driving me insane
But if you're insane
Either my life is just mundane
Or I'm just circling around the drain
Or I'm deranged
So pick it up, pick it up
And then we let it go
We're raised on bad T'V
We sold our souls to basement shows
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Wait Up
04:26
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Strike a match, make it last
The future is the fire we're the gas
I'm drowning in a sea of all my lies
Neck deep in jokes you wouldn't get
But it's not the wind that I despise
Or the bitter cold
It's the aching in my bones
Disbelief in my eyes
Wait Up
A body separate from it's soul
These Downship nights will swallow me whole
I'm 23 and I'm hopeless
By the age of 30 will I be emotionless?
Or maybe I'm just wry
I'm drowning in a sea of all my lies
Neck deep in jokes you wouldn't get
But it's not the wind that I despise
Or the bitter cold
It's the aching in my bones
Disbelief in my eyes
Mature when I stand, childish as I fall
Childish as I fall
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4. |
Johnny Baboon
04:50
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I've come to terms that I'm a poltergeist
Travel the world unseen by eyes
A lonely spirit motivated by sound
Content to live with my feet off the ground
That's alright and that's okay
Mortality is overrated anyway
Give me mercy and give me my songs
Forever I'll happily float along
Break down the foundation to fact
Lets hope the youth remains intact
Cast a blind eye to the unseen
Hope the end supports the means
Choke back the fear that rests inside
Hope that it hides until I die
I love where I roam
Walt Whitman guide me home
Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home
Or could it be that our generation's unmotivated and lost
Should I just step back
Take a moment get my mind back on track
At least I got hope
At least I got home
Detective with a stone cold face
Hot on the trail and murder's the case
Make my mission then I miss my mark
Hiding in the woods like a wolf in the dark
This allocated trust is wearing thin
On the verge of a new day to begin
Break down the foundation to fact
Lets hope the youth remains intact
Cast a blind eye to the unseen
Hope the end supports the means
Choke back the fear that rests inside
Hope that it hides until I die
I love where I roam
Walt Whitman guide me home
Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home
Or could it be that our generation's unmotivated and lost
Should I just step back
Take a moment get my mind back on track
At least I got hope
At least I got home
Come to terms, poltergeist
Travel the world, missed by eyes
Lonely spirit, moved by sound
Content to live, feet off the ground
Made my mission, missed my mark
Hiding in the woods, wolf in the dark
At least I got hope
At least I got hope
At least I got home
I'm gonna take my time, before it really is my time
Walt Whitman guide me home
Choke back the fear that rests inside
Hope that it hides until I die
I love where I roam
Walt Whitman guide me home
Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home
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Bird's Eye View
03:54
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Turn the key to shake off the cold
Searching through my center console
Looking for a motive just to make me stay
All my words, so synthetic
All my lies, so pathetic
Let's just drive and burn our years away
Whether it be J.P. Kelly, Maddie or J.V.
OR KEANE
My friends all major in a fucked philosophy
It's honestly the only thing that's really driving me
From being who I said I'd never be
These days end before they start
I'm falling apart
Song in my head, pain in my chest
My life with the people I know best
At this point it's hard to say
If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age
Why don't you just wake up
Losing sharpness in my senses
Rather be dead than defenseless
Better off just young and restless
In my heart I won't regret this
And though those days were hard, we found time to breathe
Singing our favorite songs, debating all life's curiosities
Days and nights, draped in twilight
Cigarettes and coffee kept us up all night
These days end before they start
I'm falling apart
Song in my head, pain in my chest
My life with the people I know best
At this point it's hard to say
If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age
30 blocks and it's 4 A.M
From an awkward exit where I left my head
A wet match and a cigarette
On New Jersey Ave, I wish I stayed instead
30 blocks and it's God knows when
On my way back home just to see a friend
These Wild Woods are not the same
Sick to my stomach and I'm to blame
These days end before they start
I'm falling apart
Song in my head, pain in my chest
My life with the people I know best
At this point it's hard to say
If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age
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