Dropped me off at five 
It’s Apparent that I 
Am the first one here  
I’ll wait in the bathroom 
Bathroom 

Im staring right at a girl
Whose clothes I wanted to wear  
 But I look in mirror at my dress which I picked 
From the juniors department  

Someone come and euthanize me 
Tonight has taken it out of me
but times like these 
Watching hands in the air 
It hit the hardest it seems


 I never imagined 
I could feel so tragic 
 In a room with a DJ who begs us to grab 
 A partner  

I said I’ll go it alone 
But I look at the room
At All my friends who’ve been taken 
By the boys they came here with 

 Someone come and euthanize me 
 Tonight has taken it out of me  
 But times like these 
    Watching hands in the air 
 It hits the hardest it seems

 We try to get outside 
 Somebody brought a lighter  
To set things we find outside on fire, on fire 

 We’re ushered inside 
 By the teacher who 
I learned to hate cause my friends said I should, 
I had no good reason 
  
Someone come and euthanize me 
Tonight has taken it out of me  
But times like these 
Sitting back Watching hands in the air 
It hits the hardest it seems

You’d think those times last forever 
 That you’ll always remember  
 But the hours turn to minutes to seconds Now I’m the car 

that’s the year I learned
What it’s like 
In a room full of people who think they’re the only one 
Who feel alone 
what it feels like 
To feel alone  
Feel alone
Feel alone

Euthanize Me (Winter Formal 2013)

It’s the final round 
His body is  on the floor 
He says it’s just the flow of things 
Block a hit
just to have it returned 

Well okay 
He doesn’t make sense to me 
That’s why he says p
A boxer never takes a hit for free 

He plugs his nose 
But the bloods already down his throat 
He says he’s usually better than this
I tell him that this interviews fine   

Well okay 
I got what I needed here  
I guess i know why  
A boxer never takes a hit for free 

 He holds his broken teeth
There’s an art to getting hit 
Getting hurt 
Getting hurt Only to ask for more 

Well okay 
He seems happy to me 
Now I know 
A boxer never takes a hit for free 

Well okay
He never took a hit for free 
Well okay 
He never took a hit for free

A Boxer's Song

It’s getting hard to be someone
When everybody  wants someone
I blur together lines 
Of what is theirs and what is mine   
I’ve gotta be somewhere 
Somewhere far away from here 
The function starts at 12 
I’ve got to clean up myself 

Oh who did they wanna see?
Oh I can’t do Bruce Lee 
I don’t want problems Miss 
I’m just an impressionist 
Just an impressionist 

My job’s a shrine to people and fame
These people wanna know my name
It doesn’t matter anyway
As long as I know what to say

Oh my skills come cheap
This costume, I won’t even bother to keep
Oh I keep my money balled in my fist
I’m just an impressionist 
Just an impressionist

I am on my break now
My ciggie’s falling out my mouth
This lady asked if I’d be drinking
So I ran before she got to thinking

I’m not sure who I should be 
Ive never tried being me
I’m tired of being what you want 
My mother said I’m lookin gaunt

I missed by train by one hour 
I’ve gone and caught the rain shower 
My suit my face are washed away 
Clark Kent is gone but now I’ll live another day

Oh I’ll throw my bag in sea 
And exercise them outta me 
Sorry, This party I’ll have to miss 
I’m the goddam impressionist 
Just the impressionist

Pussy Wagon's Lament

The Impressionist

Lyrics Written by Calder Mansfield 

If my  drink was saint 
It’s say I’d prayed enough
And if that saint called to me
It’d say slow down child 

If I could reply 
I’d say why even try?
Before I could speak 
He said youth is wasted on the meek

Even if I was lucid,
I can’t help praying  to saint stupid

The youngins stay angry 
When their days all look the same 
We tell our feet to leave 
We keep ‘em  them  to the floor 

There he is again 
My worst friend 
I’m spitting words of scorn 
Like, “why was I even born” 

The gospels of my youth 
Never held much truth 

I’m somewhat older 
It’s a little clearer now 
Not sure where to go
But at least I’m out 

I’m coming round the bend
I see him at the end 
He shouts “mistakes are all we make”
Well that’s a chance I’ll have to take 

I’m still going through  it 
Me and saint stupid 
Saint stupid

Calder Mansfield

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