Lyrics:
I knew you’d be here
I thought I’d prepare
To turn you away
And avoid more mistakes
Because we’ve made enough
Since we fell out of love

But then we start sipping
Laughing, dancing
We sit and we chat
Taking shots at the past
Until we forget that
Things had ended bad

I know what you’re doing
But not what I’m saying
Cause I know that last call
Will be your last

Cause you only want me when you’re drunk
I only hate you when I’m sober
Wasted nights for wasted time
Pretending that this isn’t over
But if you keep looking at me like that
Then keep in touch with your friend Jack
And keep on filling up my cup
C’mon and drink up

My hands on your waist
Yours on my back
I can’t feel my legs
And I’m biting my lip
As your words tease my neck
I want all of this back

So I taste that whiskey
On your lips
It’s aged like desire
I’ve had to do this
For two years now
Has it been two years now?

Cause this feels like old times
And you’re looking damn fine
But any minute now
You’ll be Cashin out

Cause you only want me when you’re drunk
I only hate you when I’m sober
Wasted nights for wasted time
Pretending that this isn’t over
But if you keep looking at me like that
Then keep in touch with your friend Jack
And keep on filling up my cup
C’mon and drink up

We cannot make this work
If it takes some numbing 
For you to see my worth
We can’t make it right
But baby, we can try
To make this last night
One hell of a good time

Cause you only want me when you’re drunk
I only hate you when I’m sober
Wasted nights for wasted time
Pretending that this isn’t over
But if you keep looking at me like that
Then keep in touch with your friend Jack
And keep on filling up my cup
C’mon and drink up

Drink Up

Virtual Reality
by Emily May Desmond

I won’t lie it’s irritating
truly devastating
to witness this society’s fatal crash
all interaction is devoured
every minute, every hour
spent staring at a pricey piece of glass
I know your plans, what you ate
what you wore, I know your face
and every thought sent to that bluebird of destruction
but if, in person, I ran into you
I wouldn’t have the slightest clue
solitude’s a victim of corruption

whoa oh oh oh
would someone save our souls?
whoa oh oh
this is #outofcontrol

relationships obsessive
texting back and forth obsessively
you don’t even get a chance to try to miss them
cause trust is hypothetical
we’re easily susceptible
we can edit what we say before we send
but where’s the laughing and the dancing
blasting love songs in the kitchen
instead grinding on some stranger in a club?
back when women were “respectable”
“turn-up” was a vegetable
and people weren’t afraid to fall in love
oh “too skinny, too fat, nice rolls, can’t wear that
big thighs, no ass flat chest”
these images created 
tabloids so damn fixated 
on their faultless, airbrushed-finished marionettes

whoa oh oh oh
would someone save our souls?
whoa oh oh
this is #outofcontrol

and I know I sound hypocritical right now
but I’ll fully admit that I am brainwashed as well
cause I wake up and check my feed
and let “likes” affect my self esteem
and I find myself wishing that the mirror
were lying to me 

but I can’t stand the pictures I’ve been seeing
status updates I’ve been reading
moronic rants, and “cyber bullying”
abusing people just for fun?
its so easy to degrade someone
when protected by some miles and a screen
but it’s obstruction of equality
racial slurs and animosity
if I see homophobe again, I might explode
there’s nothing that’s unjust about
marrying who you love, by now
this “pursuit of happiness” should be condoned

whoa oh oh oh
would someone save our souls?
whoa oh oh
this is #outofcontrol

©2014 Emily May Desmond


Produced by Connor Gehlert
Engineered by Bradley Robertson

Voice & Acoustic Guitar: ME!
Electric Guitar: Aaron Wheeler
Bass Guitar: Steve Haan
Drums: John MacDonald

Mastered by Steve Haan




Emily Desmond