Sometimes people don't grow together
I think I relearn every year
& it doesn't sit easy with me
But I try to appear like I'm just sitting pretty here

We got nothing to talk about
The silence is uncomfortable
So I fling my words carelessly out of my mouth
& hope they take hold

Ah, old friend
Ah, old friend
I don't think we'd be friends if I met you now
Ah, old friend
Ah, old friend
Ah, we were always more than friends anyhow

Why do people says it's funny when they really mean it's weird It's not funny that we haven't spoken in years
What you've been up to, what gets you up in the morning?
You're giving me nothing here

You bought a new house, you show me a picture
You tell me all about its whereabouts
You're gonna build your life out there
But to me just another picture of another house

Ah, old friend
Ah, old friend
I don't think we'd be friends if I met you now
Ah, old friend
Ah, old friend
Ah, we were always more than friends anyhow

Think of the history between you & me
Diving bell & the deep sea
We were 15 fathoms below
I can't fathom who you've grown into now

Ah, old friend
Ah, old friend
I don't think we'd be friends if I met you now
Ah, old friend
Ah, old friend
Ah, we were always more than friends anyhow

To Be Frank

Old Friend

Simon says let's all go get guns
It was all for all, now it's one for one
Simon points to the screen & says look, armageddon's begun
But it looks to me like another goddamn rerun

I see through I see through what Simon says
I see through, but I've stayed silent
Which is worse? Running my mouth or keeping my words to myself?
Whoa

Simon says it's another attack
Simon says to keep fighting back
They're taking over the order, they're overthrowing the king
But it looks to me like more fear mongering

I see through I see through what Simon says
I see through, but I've stayed silent
Which is worse? Running my mouth or keeping my thoughts to myself?
Whoa

Simon says don't read in between the lines
Simon says don't use your useless minds
Simon says put your hands on the back of your head
Simon pulls the trigger, now you're dead

I see through I see through what Simon says
I see through, but I've stayed silent
Which is worse? Running my mouth or keeping my hands to myself?
Whoa

Simon Says

Fly to Vancouver
Take a walk around Stanley Park
Talk about everything
But the things we do in the dark

Try to maneuver
Between debate and argument
Take another swing at my chosen words
And my line of descent

You stop short
You always was the restless sort
Damn these planes, damn these airports
Remember to breathe again

Left turn on Haro
Staggered by the verdant greenery
Painted houses for sparrows
Instead of urban machinery

Eighteen flights of stairs
Eleven point five years apart
Cloaks & daggers
Drag across my skin like a needle
& I head your way
But you already got a head start

& I fall short
I always was the reckless sort
Damn these planes, damn these airports
Making you leave again

What if this plane goes down?
Ride the wings, then go underground
Build caverns & tunnels
With your pitchforks and shovels
Or go build your burial mound
I am going down with it
I am going down with you
I am going down, whether you like it or not
& I'm positive we'll pull through

Make a long story short
We are the relentless sort
Damn these planes, damn these airports
Get naive again

To Be Frank - EP

Get Naive

I know that I can't go on like this longer
But I know I just can't make it go away the way I wanna
So I'll keep lying, I'll keep lying in his bed
You would know I was a liar
If you listened to any of the words I just said

Did you think you could get away with it?
Do you think you not fuck it up this time around?
Around we go again, here we go again

I'm pretty good at keeping secrets
But I don't think that's a skill to brag about
Guess I was right about you
Maybe I'm right about that too

But I don't know my rights from wrongs
My track record should be good enough evidence
Despite how I try to cover it up

Did you think you could get away with it?
Do you think you could not fuck it up this time around?
Around we go again, here we go again

Oh, I cringe about the things I did last night
But I grinning at the time
Burned these bridges, relish in the destruction
Trying to make my belongings not mine

Did you think you could get away with it?
Do you think you could not fuck it up this time around?
Around we go again, here we go again

Here We Go Again

It's after midnight
That's much too late for this little town
& you walk home alone

There's not a soul around
No sound but your footsteps on the ground
& the rain chasing you towards

St. Clements, Cowley Road, Jericho
These are the streets you walked not so long ago
But the quiet always made you so uneasy
I'm sorry, princess, that this town can't please thee

You say you're happy
But it's like you're trying to convince yourself
It's the end of England all over again
& it's the start of everything else

Inspired by the city of spires
You fancied yourself as one of them
You don the gown, you don the robe
You're a scholar, but you ain't no gentleman

You say you're happy
But it's like you're trying to convince yourself
It's the end of England all over again
& it's the start of, it’s the start of
It’s the start of everything else

It's afternoon
That's still too early for you both
& you stroll down fifth avenue

Coffee tables, coffee shops
Hot coffee in a takeaway cup
You walk through the village to the venue

You say you're happy
& you don't have to convince yourself
It's the end of England all over again
& it's the start of, it's the start of
It's the start of everything else

Jericho

Let's avoid Manhattan altogether
Take a train and make our way out west
Call of the void, another adventure
Let's pretend these cities don't exist

Let's make our great escape
Let's earn more freckles for our faces
Let's feast our eyes on the places we've never seen
Nobody needs to know

Backwards
Moving backwards
Are we moving backwards
Moving backwards
And losing ground?

Fact is
Been distracted
I've been outta practice
Better take action
Or we'll just keep running around and round in circles

We don't need permission to break our promises
The compasses don't have to be moral ones
C'mon, let's do it, we'll apologize later if we have to
The lives we lead have never been the normal ones

Let's make our great escape
Let's earn more freckles for our faces
Let's feast our eyes on all the places we've never seen
Nobody needs to know

Backwards
Moving backwards
Are we moving backwards
Moving backwards
And losing ground?

Fact is
Been distracted
I've been outta practice
Better take action
Or we'll just keep running around

Backwards
Moving backwards
Are we moving backwards
Moving backwards
And losing ground?

Fact is
Been distracted
I've been outta practice
Better take action
Or we'll just keep running around and round in circles

Moving Backwards

An awakening as dawn breaks
Fresh-eyed, wide open
I’ve mistaken the shape the body takes
With its veins unwoven

It’s a case of common uncertainty
Caught in the little ghosts
And this empty room let’s them haunt me
When I wanted you the most

My organs, my bones
Let them burst apart like battered piñata
I’m still mourning the ghost of something that never was
Not at all, not at all
And I knew what I ought to do
But I grew too small

A deafening as dusk falls
Blurry-eyed and closed off
And it threatens me with its pitfalls
Trips me up and throws me off

And yes, I’ll have another
Caught up in the alcohol
And this crowded room pulls me under
Did I even want you at all?

My organs, my bones
Let them burst apart like battered piñata
I’m still mourning the ghost of something that never was
Not at all, not at all
And I knew what I ought to do
But I grew too small

Could’ve made it easier on me
Couldn’t you have spelt it out, spelt it out?
Could’ve made it easier on me
But I grew too small
Yes, I grew too small

Could’ve made it easier on me
Couldn’t you have spelt it out, spelt it out?
Could’ve made it easier on me
But I grew too small

And I used to act impulsively
So I could claim I didn't think it through
Well, now it's got the best of me
Look what I got my myself into

My organs, my bones
Let them burst apart like battered piñata
I’m still mourning the ghost
Of something that never was, not at all, not at all

My organs, my bones
Could've made it easier on me
On the little ghosts
Couldn't you have spelt it out, spelt it out?
But I grew too small

Little Ghosts

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