I don’t know what’s happened to the years
Replace these childhood things with brand new tears
I’m the same dumb kid who drank too much
I used love like you’d use a crutch
But I don’t really see me in the mirror

Sometimes it feels like hanging on a chord
Like everything I write should be ignored
Month long tours, punk rock zines
Album cycle, same old scene
I can’t tell if I’m old or I’m just bored

Yesterday I got a call
My mom is in the hospital
They said she’s not doing well
But it’s hard for me to tell

I’m not sure how we got here
But I know we can’t go back
If I don’t see you in the crowd tonight
Thanks for all the laughs

Last Call for Reason

Thanks For All The Laughs

This is how it goes
Like I was some other one
Like I wasn’t there
The best get overthrown
Selling out the rest

We cough and bleed and choke
And lie about our friends
Plans and planes explode
Like I’m not a mess

Waking up, taken down
Whenever you’re around
Wait around to be taken down
I won’t forget you

Waking up, taken down
Whenever you’re around
Way too proud to be taken out
I won’t forget you

Actual Years

We might fall along the way
We’ll get up
Concrete dried and kept our names
Or someone’s
Let down by former saints
They’re made up
Accounts change day to day
But I can’t

(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home

That year was just a day
It made us
We want our friends to be ok
They’re fucking wasted
I barely know my face
It’s someone’s
The pieces are in place for us to

(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home
(Take it) I’m staying home

Take It

Like a smoke stack in the evening
Soaking everything in town
In hard luck, soot and sulfur
Like a dead horse on the ground

Oh that old familiar burden
Ah, that same old one year lust
When it shines like silver in the sun
Before it starts to rust

I missed you long before
You were even gone
I could feel you moving on
Like a cigarette
Like a song

Like a silhouette at sunrise
Of some lost, familiar friend
But turns out to be St. Peter
Rolling credits near the end

And you hide in your apartment
With every stain under the rug
Sometimes they say the cover
Is the safest way to judge

And I swear we’ve had this moment
One hundred times before
We know there is a problem
Getting harder to ignore

I missed you long before
You were even gone
I could feel you moving on
Like a cigarette
Like a song

I missed you long before
You were even gone
I could feel you moving on
Like a cigarette
Like a song

Let Down

She was summer and lazy green, if only reliable
Cold luck, cashed out and left the scene 
We met at Texaco
It was the best damn summer I ever seen
And I'm good with that
She believed in me
And if this is the end of our story
At least we get out intact

Well, it always starts with stupid laugh and begging a hand to hold
Gaslit furthered denial of the truth that you always told
You were breaking hearts on the mezzanine
Like a laser beam
Torn at every seam
And I loved you
Oh god, fuck, I loved you

We could go out all night if we feel like dancing
I've made up my mind that it's all or nothing
We fucked on the couch at that house on the road in Ontario
I don’t recall how it fell apart

And it's two, two, two in the morning 
I am the ringing phone
It's too, too, too many tall ones
Just to be left alone
If it's all left, left in the bar room 
Then what's the scenario?
It's two, two, two in the morning 
When are you coming home?

We could go out all night if you feel like dancing
I've made up my mind that it's all or nothing
We slept on the couch at that house on the road in Ontario
And I don’t recall how it fell apart

Well it's two, two, two in the morning 
And I am the ringing phone
Had too, too, too many tall ones
Just to be left alone
If it's all left, left in the bar room 
Then what's the scenario?
And it's two, two, two in the morning 
When are you coming home?

It's two, two, two in the morning 
And I am the ringing phone
Had too, too, too many tall ones
Just to be left alone
If it's all left, left in the bar room 
Then what's the scenario?
It’s two, two, two in the morning 
When are you coming home?

It's two, two, two in the morning (and I loved you)
And I am the ringing phone (it's two, two, two in the morning)
Had too, too, too many tall ones (I loved you)
Just to be left alone (it's two, two, two in the morning)
If it's all left left in the bar room (and I loved you)
Then what's the scenario (it's two, two, two in the morning)
It’s two, two, two in the morning (I loved you)
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?

Scenario

Hey little sister, your time is up
You’re listening but that ain’t enough
Ain’t enough

Hey little sister, the time is now
Can’t wait to carefully sort it out
Sort it out

Be careful how you love
It might not even out
So sure of things to come
I promise that I’m not

We tear our houses to the ground
We’re so sure that we’ve got it now
Got it now

We head to the bar to find someone else
It’s nothing new and we know that now
Know it now

It cycles on and on
At what point does it stop?
So sure of how it’s done
Forgetting we’re no one 

Just once I'd like to live within my means
And speak without complaint
To old ghosts and new mistakes
We just take it day by day

I'd like to live within my means
And speak without complaint
To old ghosts and new mistakes
We just take it day by day

Hey little sister, my time is up
I’m listening but that ain’t enough
It ain’t enough

Bad Habits

And here is the blood
Behind my choice
We’ve suffered enough
Do you want it all?

Watch it fall
I’m just waiting for sundown
Down to try to find the sun that’s dying out
Too late to try to find what you know
Watch it, watch it burn

Waiting on you
Watch you turn around
Holding marigolds as if you know

Way too full on righteousness
Brace yourself for regret
It’s the way you wanted it
The way you wanted it to fall apart on its own

Marigold

Last call for reason
Before a bad reaction
To a twist of fate

Make every choice like a new scar catalog
Same day delivery, no refund policy
And no apology
He won’t acknowledge me

I can’t afford your medicine
But I’m too tired to get get hit again
And I can’t hide, and I can’t win
But I don’t want your medicine

Lovestarved and lonely
To those who know me
I make the same mistakes
I leave the light off
Hope he’ll ignore me
I feel the floor creek, numb wash over me
The hardest part to see
You are a part of me

I can’t afford this medicine
And I’m too tired to get hit again
And I can’t hide, and I can’t win
But I don’t want your medicine

I can’t afford this medicine
But I’m too tired to get hit again
And I can’t hide, and I can’t win
Well I don’t want your medicine

Medicine

Kenny Darling (Post Harbor, The Trouble Starts), Daniel G. Harmann (Daniel G Harmann, The Trouble Starts), Danny Oleson (Exohxo, Speaker Speaker), and Jasen Samford (Exohxo, Speaker Speaker) are Local Liars; a fast paced pop-rock/pop-punk band from Seattle, WA.

Listen, we don’t want to reinvent the wheel here. We’re not trying to claim to be the hottest new thing, or that our record is a game changer. I mean, it sounds like old pop-punk. And we love it. We’re not just wearing our influences on our sleeves. We’re pretty much blowing kisses at them and writing their names on our binders. There is intent here, and we’re not hiding from it at all. 

We think we made something that connects to that thing that hooked us all in the first place. That intangible thing that makes you hide in your bedroom and scream along to every word with the doors locked and the volume up. That thing that makes you dive off the front of the stage when you’re not even in the band... And that’s how we feel when we play these songs together.