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Your choice took too long to make
you've exhausted the outcomes
Your patience is just
a cheap knockoff
and you get what you pay for
Sometimes paths in life don't necessarily meet
but when you left you pulled the rug from beneath my feet
and I fall to the floor, try to go with the flow, but what hurts the most is
things only you'll know.
As I drift, I tend to neglect
what a fortunate misery
You're anxious, an emotional wreck
as you stole the pieces of me
I know you know something...
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Feels Wrong
02:18
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Sat around the past two months rereading every text message, so I booked a flight to the west coast to outrun my thoughts. I drifted through Los Angeles hoping to forge experiences, you followed me on vacation- I clearly lost.
It feels wrong, ever since you quit me.
Found myself in San Diego drinking beers on a bar patio, unseasonably cold and uncomfortable, thinking of you. I've sat around the past two months evaluating every outcome, a decision made for both of us...all is lost.
It feels wrong, ever since you quit me.
It would feel right, if you were here with me.
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The Current
03:26
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I can't wrap my head around this anymore. This past year has been too much for me to absorb. Wasted 2 1/2 years with someone horrible. Didn't have enough time with someone I adore.
We threw love into the river, watched it break apart on stones and foam away. There's nothing left to recover, no lessons to be learned...this current leads to a fall.
Control is the shadow I cast by circumstance. I'm holding you saying "it's ok" trying to convince myself. Luck runs out and memory comes to collect the debts (the funhouse mirror, warping your fears) telling you what you lost.
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Fast Metabolism
01:05
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You're taking, I'm giving
you'll win in this exchange
I've showed up, you're leaving
before the heavy lifting
My last bet, a weight around my neck
Could I gave more of myself?
Back again, in the center of bed
wondering if I stood a chance.
I miss you, I'm breathing hard
here at 4am
Avoid me, ignore this
live in risk assessment
My last leg wrapped up in a cast
I'll never walk the same
I'm riddled now with my doubts and your silence
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Poor Timing
02:06
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5 years in and you're filled with panic, you're gonna scrap to begin again. Simplify, get rid of cluttered city life. Will I be in your trash bags?
I guess you can say our timing was so poor
the sum of frustrations we've learned to ignore
the boiling point approaches- how long until the water
spills on the floor and we've got third degree burns?
This city gets the best of you- bites, scratches and chews. You're a discarded dog toy. You'll ask me to move, give up a life and choose...a decision with no time.
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What Kind of Person
03:05
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Somebody ought to know just how you got so cold, left me here with your purse and came back with a poor excuse. Night is closed as you mouth "bye" through the window, the only noise I let in is my pulse everyone in this bar is too distant. Someone ought to explain why there's so much ice in my drink, too much ice in your heart, numbed out all my parts. What kind of person are you? Do I get to walk you home? No mixed messages this time, I cross the street and see your sneak out your house. Night is closed as you mouth "bye" through the window, the only noise I let in is my pulse, everyone in this bar is too fucked up.
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Ken Doll
02:36
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Never grew up to be the man you thought I should be. But now with older, wiser sights- I think you want to be me. Enjoy your white picket fence 2.5 kids and manicured lawn. Your wife and kids laughing at that silly scar on your chin.
You through living vicariously? Following your instincts- where has that gotten you? You through???
Years down here I stand. Your words slurred but still echoing. Years down here I stand. Your words slurred but still echoing...Ken Doll....
Got a straw in your drink and a foot in your mouth. I'll be as dry as dessert cuz I never forgot. Never grew up to be the man you thought I should but now with older wiser sights- I think you want to be me.
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CockPistols
03:11
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For Hope's Sake
02:59
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Plowed (Sponge)
02:58
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The Challenged Brooklyn, New York
long-running New York City Pop Punk Band. Formed in 2001 and playing to dozens and dozens of fans all around the USA. 7th full length, Wallfighter, out in May 2020.
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