When the crucifix
Tightens it grip
Around the skeletons
Of your skeletons
And won't loosen
I'm lost for reason
Its never black and white
What is it like
To be on one side
What is like
To fake peace of mind

Draw me the line
Where your smile used to be
And where your lips used to bend
Oh so freely
There's that ancient river
You've filed in with concrete
And me drinking holy water
From that forgotten stream

So when the crucifix
Tightens its grip
Around the skeletons
Of your skeletons
How I wish
They are beyond recognition
Like a ghost with no coast to haunt
And those shadows
Are just overshadowing
A safer place for mourning
And endless mornings

Draw me the line
Where the sun used to be
And where the light used to bend
On the land of the free
But our obsession
With these petty lies
Turned the days into nights
Maybe God civilized us to know why

Great American Eclipse (w/ tadbeats)

Written by Jim Adkins, Zach Lind, Tom Linton, and Rick Burch, as Jimmy Eat World

I keep my focus on the simple things
Trying to find some peace along the way
Wish I knew how long I'm supposed to wait
Holding on but just barely

Got the feeling I've been talking to a dead, dead line
There's always a reason to let it change
Is there anyone there listening while you cry, cry, cry?
There's always a reason for the pain

I'm doing the things I've been told every day, every day, every day
Then why does it feel like I'm moving in place, in place, in place?

Never had anything to prove
But never was anyone like you
All you fought through, all you had to face
Made you stronger, unafraid

Got the feeling I've been talking to a dead, dead line
There's always a reason to let it change
Is there anyone there listening while you cry, cry, cry?
Always a reason for the pain

I'm doing the things I've been told every day, every day, every day
Then why does it feel like I'm moving in place, in place, in place?
I gotta believe that you're there when I sing, when I sing, when I sing
'Cause if you're not real, I'm losing my head, in my head, in my head

Got the feeling I've been talking to a dead, dead line
There's always a reason to let it change
Is there anyone there listening while you cry, cry, cry?
Always a reason for the pain

I'm doing the things I've been told every day, every day, every day
Then why does it feel like I'm moving in place, in place, in place?
I gotta believe that you're there when I sing, when I sing, when I sing
'Cause if you're not real, I'm losing my head, in my head, in my head

I keep my focus on the simple things
Trying to find some peace along the way

555 (Jimmy Eat World)

Written by Ethan Andrew as himself


You used to write poetry
Now there's no energy
left from morning coffee

It's what you did in anonymity
with particular animosity
toward the country
where the flags are always half mass

We all agree
There's something nice about a trilogy
and being locked in the heat of repeat

But you've got a new song
stuck in there
somewhere

You used to write poetry
and I wonder what it means
to refill and come back empty

Not like the local birds in this tree
When you think its full
they find a spot free
in cemeteries busy this Father's Day

And I disagree
There's something more to walking aimlessly
and never keeping my glasses clean

Maybe that's my new song
stuck in there
somewhere
screaming "let me be free
to become my own defeat"

...In the heat of repeat

In The Heat Of Repeat

Written by Ethan Andrew as himself


Fever dream
be done with me
I'm begging the Devil

Wash my hands
Compromised man
I'm tempting the Devil

To help me breathe
in rotting wreaths
I'm bidding with the Devil

Of holidays long past
Don't let
this song
last

Can time on Earth
be time served?
I know what "best" is
and "being tested"
'cause I got sick
and called the Devil
just to find God
on the line

I Got Sick

Written by David F. Bello as The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die


I'll find a way
To reincarnate you
I'll carry you in my womb
All the way home from work
When the power went out
And the streets were filled
We bought our water and drank our milk
It made our bodies work

If you can swallow up everything
Like reverse physical theory
Matter will not matter
And printed words will stop
I'll keep your empty wallet
In bearing weighted dirt
In metal silly lockets
Between my chest and shirt

Don't try so hard
To be yourself
This will be the last song
I'd ever want you to hear
I've got the ears
In my belly
They hear you sing and talk to me
I learn their language

If you can swallow up everything
Like reverse physical theory
Matter will not matter
And printed words will stop
I'll keep your empty wallet
In bearing weighted dirt
In metal silly lockets
Between my chest and shirt

Chest & Shirt (The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die))

Written by John K. Samson, John P. Sutton, Stephen Carroll, and Jason Tait, as The Weakerthans


Measure me in metered lines
And one decisive stare
The time it takes to get from here to there
My ribs that show through t-shirts
And these shoes I got for free
I'm unconsoled
I'm lonely
I am so much better than I used to be

Terrified of telephones
And shopping malls and knives
We're drowning in the pools of other lives
Rely a bit too heavily
On alcohol and irony
Get clobbered on by courtesy
In love with love and lousy poetry

And I'm leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
But it almost feels okay

Circumnavigate this body
Of wonder and uncertainty
Armed with every precious failure
And amateur cartography
I breath in deep before
I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor

And I'm leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
But it feels okay

And I'm leaving, wave goodbye
And I'm losing but I'll try
With the last ways left
To remember, sing
My imperfect offering

Aside (The Weakerthans)

Written by Benjamin Gibbard as Death Cab for Cutie


There's nothing funny about just slipping away
It's nothing funny how you're spending your days
But you're laughing like a kid at a carnival
And I watched you stumbling around this dusty town
I heard your bottle talking way too loud
As the Federales tried to hunt you down
For something you can't remember what was about

The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off, the band plays you off
He's a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore

I used to watch you on the late night scene
The timely rescue of a metal teen
Six strings were strumming rhythm and lead
And that hadn't occurred to me
When I met you I was twenty-two
Trying so hard to play it cool
But there was so much that I needed to say
And nothing came out the right way

The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off, the band plays you off
He's a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore

There's nothing elegant in being a drunk
It's nothing righteous being sixty and a punk
But when you're looking in the mirror do you see
That kid that you used to be?
Broke and working in a record store
Daydreaming about the upcoming tour
Were you happier when you poor?
Were you happier when you poor?

The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off, the band plays you off
He's a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore

60 & Punk (Death Cab for Cutie)

You are whole
You are permanent
Wherever I go
I carry words you meant
Because you have soul
You have temperament
This feeling never came and went

Let me 
Rename you "mine"
And I'll be 
"Faithfully yours"

Color me rusty
And overexposed
A burn so bad
It glows through my clothes
Like the moon that tucks me in
You are everything

The Moon That Tucks Me In (w/ SIDEEYE)

Written by Christopher Browder and Robin Dove as Mansions


You gotta get loose
A weekend away
Turn back the clocks
Tomorrow can wait
It's just like you but happier
A lot like you but funnier

You gotta get through
She's calling your name
She glitters like gold
Hey, you can explain
Ziplock bags
New drug store cures
Flash light eyes from dark corners

Something new, exciting
Fucked up and inviting
You can let your hair down
Just don't let nobody in
I can tell you're hiding
Blood cells multiplying
Something in your pocket
And a bad moon on the rise

Get Loose (Mansions)

I thought of that afternoon instead
And how your twin sized bed
Is clearly mislabeled
It hardly seems able
To sleep more than one person
Without you close in my Ts

But dreams offer no guarantees

So I thought of that afternoon instead
And how those titles I had read
Were clearly mislabeled
Why do I pay for cable?
This story has one version
I call it you in my Ts

But dreams offer no guarantees
Because dreams are never guaranteed

Then the thought of that afternoon instead
And how stuck I get in my head
I am clearly mislabeled
Misinformed, or whatever he said
Another day and I'd be cursing
But you're here in my Ts

And dreams offer no guarantees
Because dreams are never guaranteed

You In My Ts

I built you a mirror
So you could see yourself
In new light
In real time
And watch how you dance
How you sing
Not the melody
But those words you're silently mouthing

We are one of those
Chose to honor vows
Drown it out in prose
Let go. Be here now
We are one...

You built me a window
(And you are everything)
Through the hands I was hiding in
(Everything that I ever wanted)
From new light
(And when the light it catches you)
I was reluctant to embrace
(I know the night will never dim for me)
So now when I fly
Its the ground I miss
And Virginia mountains
We overcome

We are one of those
Chose to honor vows
Drown it out in prose
Let go. Be here now
We are one...

Ethan Andrew

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