So you asked me what I'm doing this summer
I'm going down
Going down on the sun
And you taught me how to quiver and quake
We're going down
Going down on the sun
Yet you forgot how to spell my name
We're going down on the sun
Seemed so honest
I thought you could relate
Shame on me
On me

New faces so it always is the same
You know just how to bring me down

So nimble to try to persevere
We're going down
Going down on the sun
Jumping jack
Vehicles un-engineered
We're going down on the sun
Too bad I didn't make a pretty cut
We're going down on the sun
But from a bird's eye view I'm just the same stupid ass blur as you

You know just how to bring me down
And replicate all the things that you replace
New faces so it always stays the same
You know just how to bring me down

I knew you would
Uh huh

Why do I even bother anymore
The only time that I'm not alone is when I'm being someone else
I know
Will you mark the day of your very first heart break
Will you mark the day
I will
I know

Will you mark the day
I will

I knew you would
Cuz you know just how to bring me down
And replicate all the things that you replace
New faces so it always stays the same
You know just how to bring me down
And oh what a surprise
And oh what a day

I knew you would

you finally figured it out
my secret for getting by
is acting like you care
when you're sleeping with random girls
it's typical and really fine
keeping it all on the sly
spread your legs apart
jumping in and out of beds like musical beds
said that i'd come over baby
but i'm giving you the cold shoulder

it's the same
everywhere you go
hey it's the same
anywhere you go
where did you go

keep your fingers crossed
was a very overused expression
life is very ordinary
when you're forced to carry a sober cross
i can't keep locked up stay inside
i knew that this would die
so bury your heart
but you keep coming back around again
you'll know that it's over when i tell you that it's over

it's the same
everywhere you go
hey it's the same
anywhere you go
where did you go


Musical Beds (remastered)

Get out of my head
But please just stay in my bed
I've got something to say
And it's all for you

Trying is over and done
It was a fad that was dumb
It's easier to just tie the noose
Plus it's so in

Now we're running in circles

My hobby is people watching
From a safe distance on my bar stool
Keeping cozy at Spike Hill in Brooklyn

Waiting for the call
Making an early run
Before the ghost of you becomes a haunting
It's nothing new
Running in circles

Circles (remastered)

Included in Brooklyn Transcore's acoustic compilation "We're Open"

I want self control
Otherwise I'm locked tight in your palms
Give it all to you
Blinded by the abuse

I've got nothing but razor and straw
Empty pockets and a brown facade
Keeps me moving slowly towards you
But it's not so lonely
No it's not so lonely

All this dread fills my head
Of your happiness in someone else's bed
Close my eyes kiss goodnight
I'm using myself
And any excuse to use

I've got nothing but this paper and pen
Empty pockets and six strings which I'm strumming
Keeps me moving slowly towards you
But it's not so lonely
Actually it was lovely
Even though it ended up ugly

No I don't think I'll ever figure you out

Self Control (Acoustic)

Suspension remix
original Self Control featured on Brooklyn Transcore's acoustic compilation "We're Open"
Original Here: 
https://soundcloud.com/boys-nyc/self-control-acoustic

Self Control (Suspension Acoustic Remix)

And you thought you knew what was right
Hoping and praying all those nights
We're all poets here
We all sell disease
To pay our immunity

Design me like your maker

And you thought you had a clue
Your first born babe it was blue
While cleansing the righteous hand of man
Well passage to passage
You thought you had a choice

Design me like your maker

Come on now with your blueprint
Come on right down to a t
Design me

Design me like your maker

I know I could never ever be that
But I'd do anything to see it
To witness an invisible beauty
I'd do anything just to touch it

Maker

"With their melodic hooks, vocal harmonies, and fast and loud energetic performance, the NYC born and raised band brings the crowd together by expressing its discontent with society’s disapproval of the gay, transexual, lesbian and transgender communities. Their set is full of Venus in Furs references and an Elliot Smith sense of self-doubt and .. beckons for the kind of emotional disengagement explored by Belle & Sebastian .. you can hear a kind of spacey dark sound that takes cues from 90s alt rock."

- Gauraa Shekhar, NYSmusic.com

BOYS (NYC)