you're at home
3 am you're ready
to fall asleep already
but you can't cause he's at work, or so he says

you're an artist
your mind screams when it's honest
& you can't lie, be honest 
i've only heard you lie awake and that's the truth

hey it's okay
did you see the news today ?
it's no big deal, but I think you were on it

i don't see us getting better
but I don't see us getting much worse

alone again
65 to home and then
you can only wait for her
play it cool the best you can, and that's not great

american wives (acoustic demo)

lately my whole life has just lacked common sense 
i'm trying to remember why i started

but i love you so i don't want to cause offense 
tell me that you love me so i can go

you're the reason that i started trying
and you're the reason i'll probably give up

if you leave me
when i'm nothing
then my whole life will be forgotten

if you leave me
when i love you
then i'll never have the courage to break through
or grow up, or finally listen back to all my voicemail's

i can't keep filling all of my days like this
swimming in the ocean yeah it's fun

but it won't ever pay my bills or child support
you can't raise a family on a dream

you make me wanna grow up sometimes (demo)

very, very rushed demo of an acoustic song about growing up and remembering stuff 

we all grew up
got jobs
got apartments

we all sold out
got drunk
got arrested

we all turned in to people
we didn't really wanna be 

we all found love
hated love
made ourselves sick

we all got scared 
got lost 
felt like dying 

we all just played the game
we were never gonna win

come home and sleep on my floor
i swear you've been here before
i don't need you to tell me
that I'm still waiting for you 

i felt like love was killing me slowly
convinced myself I enjoyed being lonely
until you took my hand, and we danced and we danced and we danced

fell under your spell 
red dress
and a cigarette

original pirate material 
sunset

the best night of my life
how could I ever lose? 

sleep on my floor (demo)

Patterns (Demo)

Dumbbo b/w Auto 7" out September 9th on Paper Trail Records. Limited to 250 copies on one-of-a-kind pink marble vinyl

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busy is as busy does
maybe i’m frustrated ‘cuz
picking out catastrophes from
all those laid in front of me is
proving to be hard to bear 
ceiling cracks and i just stare
falling bricks and i just stare

super-silent fantasy
you don’t get what you want from me
i feel so sorry when i sing
for everybody listening
who’ll never hear a voice so sweet

sleeping limbs and undertow
the differences that i don’t know
we’re in love and that’s a fact and
i don’t even dress like that
i don’t even comb my hair
ceiling cracks and i just stare
falling bricks and i just stare

dumbbo walks the wrong way home
eyes dried up inside his skull
clouds of birds Korea-bound as
we move on to two-horse towns
big fat moons and finger bones
reminding me that i’m alone
sleeping in the undertow
pull your heart straight through your skull

put me on a higher shelf
even when i touch myself
so carefully tossed aside like
it won’t hurt if i’m alive
all this weight inside my head
fire blackening my bed
sick to death with all your friends
who all hate me for hating them

when i say your name i choke
when i say my name i choke
when i say your name i

Dumbbo/Auto 7"

Dumbbo

Dumbbo b/w Auto 7" out September 9th on Paper Trail Records. Limited to 250 copies on one-of-a-kind pink marble vinyl

PTR 008

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my city is sucking my soul

i was missing palaces
all ramshackle toolsheds and 
uncut shanty towns
twist between misplaced greenhouses
with isosceles rooftops lining the canals

decorating deltas where you found the
washed up bones of that silent kid
who went missing from your neighbourhood 
you know she was gone before she was gone for good

there’s thunder in my head and a
flame behind my nose telling me that
I should go

it was all sinking ships and
i was busting lips
fireflies in the water and buzzing streetlamps 
and i was locked inside every crack in the footpath
the hum of the park got louder at night and
cancers grow all over the city but
it’s still very pretty and
we were parasites in Paris
we were troglodytes embarrassed by the
manners and behaviours of the modern man

no one really knows their kids
nobody kisses their parents anymore
no one really talks to their kids and
nobody talks to their parents anymore
it’s all been said before it’s said
i’m done

auto

my city is sucking my soul

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