full band demo of "i'm tired and i hate this song and i wish i was cute but also wish i was a boy"(don't go)

http://www.cyberbullymomclub.bandcamp.com

CBMC - don't go demo

CBMC - DRUNK TXT ROMANCE

nightmares nightmares nightmares come
and nightmares nightmares nightmares go
and every time that i wake up i’m alway scared to show my face
around this place because the world seems so unsafe
and every time that i dream bad i’ll stay in my room just incase


nightmares nightmares nightmares come and nightmares night mares night mares go
and every time that i’m seeing bad, i always dream so fucking slow
and i’ll wake up so late at night, sweating hard, feeling so cold
look around the dark so anxiously, then back to sleep i go

and the nightmares nightmares come and the nightmares nightmares go
and i just want them to go away
won’t you let them know?
i can hardly sleep as it is
and then they come to screw my head
into some defective bulb
and 
here i am  

CBMC - ADULT NIGHTMARES

CBMC - thought u were better than that

CBMC - Life Time Warranty

CBMC - Don't Go

CBMC - Girl Walk

and every time you tried to wash me away 
it felt like stolen arms and keys
it felt like winter the year prior
i was never told that going over seas opens your eyes
to new ideas, ones that did not include me slightly
and i’m sorry for hanging so longly on that branch
unripe bites, i took too many
guess i didn’t take it lightly
and here i am,  i’m growing, i am growing
shedding my old skin when i spit out the shit that i’ve been talking
(i want flowers on my arms, down my legs, wish they could hold me.
sometimes i hold my toes when i am cold.)
i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing
philadelphia, don’t you haunt me

CBMC - Philadelphia, Don't You Haunt Me

CBMC - Fight Night Champion

i guess what’s fucked is that 
i’m learning to love me
but i feel like i need someone to do that for me
it’s always late when i hear my mother crying
she tells me about her nightmares where i’m dying’

and my mother sings from her lungs like a bird that can’t fly
like a moth to the light, sticking closer with time
i’ll be fine on my own, oh i think i want love
i want to be alone, want to be left to roam
want to call you my own

i guess it’s fucked that
this is all temporary
except the space between my teeth
that consumes me
how can i love you,
if you can’t see me smile
if i looked how i feel
would this even matter

and i sing from my lungs like a bird that can’t fly
like a moth to the light, i get closed up with time
i’ll be fine on my own, oh i think i want love
i want to be alone, want to make a new home.

CBMC - bobby pins pre-blizzard

anabelle, baby’s room

find the light, turn it off

i am old

settle me down

in a tiny house



you'll find me in cracks of sidewalks we built

i find solace in the states we’ve both lightly brushed 



anabelle, chiming words to

the songs we once sang

i am old

teach me how to love soft

your thumbs inspire me

CBMC - states

Love Soft (full demo)

if i wasn’t a sucker i’d feel the night come in strong
but i’m only a fragment, a pile of dust, collecting sun
i don’t wanna do nothing, but just to do something
takes long
i need to recollect my time, not prioritize my vices

and i could swallow my pride but i would rather be stubborn
that’s my fault
never feel like this body is mine
my eyes put up cold walls

and i’ve read books that teach me how to live my life
but we don’t learn how to live, just the proper way to die

CBMC - March 1st

CBMC - Make Time

recollect every thought that’s made my heart beat easy.

like staring at the same spot, everything gets glazey

and i can’t dig deeper if i don’t know where to start 

i keep telling myself i’ll sit down and record

sit down, sit down. stay down, stay down 

sit down sit down, stay down

every thought is a yearning when i sit down, i can’t stay

 i get mad when i calm down, need a habit every day

i need a wheel to spin, i need some trails to pace. 

i need some north, you can spit me out in the south

i step over petals, soft and rotten like your mouth

and places, they’re far for nothing to come out

like the old republic, tired, wild sneaky legs

we slept under lilacs, fell asleep in daisies

like homes

and me, 

i would sit under this tree with you, and me

that’s what i think about when i stay down.

(that's what i think about when i stay down, stay down)

that’s what i think about when i’m spinning.


CBMC - old republic, tired

CBMC - Smking to Dth

mikey doesn’t wanna have no fun, i’ve been asking all night now
mikey doesn’t wanna have no fun, i’ve been asking all night now, if he's alright now
mikey doesn’t ever want to have no fun with me
mikey doesn’t ever want to have no fun with me

i wanna go to minnesota
mikey, won’t you come with me?
i wanna go to san fernando
i hope mikey comes with me   

Mikey

if to find a reason to twist those thoughts so dry
one of us is always leaving
pile cans up to pass time

PIle Cans Up

(we got something to say, always) 

i can go to georgia and talk to james oglethorpe 
ask him 'what’s a peach to a peach?' - bet he’s a fucking dork 
i could tell a story with all these rag-times 
i could write a story from all these good times 

i found a nickel at the foot of the blue ridge mountains - asked if five cents was enough to buy my love back from the dead. but peter said there’s not much left, yet a penny for my sentiments, 
but i could love like a rolling stone, 
make a peach pie for my mom back home

Peach To A Peach

DATEWORK - Stay With Me

everything leads back to california
like all the waiting in lines. they don’t want to know you like that. i say “my darling, "you say “my darling"
and we laugh like fools

you don’t even sort it out. and i don’t got it all
but i say it all
all the way down to the diner on 9th
i got some things in my pocket
i got a locker, i don’t know how to lock it
what’s in the bottle?
what’s in the bottle?
just coke from the mall


Diner on 9th

five times fast is a test
cause you can’t say it
seems like i really missed out
on ‘stay right where you are'
and why would i want the silence
of long walks?
i thought i’d give them a shot
i’m a little better than that


turn out all of the lights
i like it real slow
eyes set it apart
my mom won’t ever know
why i’m so hot on the mic like my father
if i could sing i’d be signed but i ain’t blessed at it all

baby it’s the time to be full, kiss me till the days i am gone
you got a lot on my hands, can you feel them falling?
i’m like a daughter of four, a quarter of all the rest
and no, sad songs aren’t the best
you're cherry red in the face, thats how i like you the best.

real slow

7 million years of birthdays
that’s how we stay old
got no rest in my day
i blame what i’m told

what for,
if not my own?
i’ve finally seen a million days
go by, with flowers bloomin’ 
in my eyes, seein gold
and if i die, well
i hope traffic’s standing still,
assumin’

oh

i build a pyramid of foam,
that’s my own seventh wonder
i tell my friends i need them close,
how i stay from going under 
i hope i never make you wonder, like i do


Birthdays

Burns So Bright (demo)

In Passing / Cross States

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