I've been listening to this song for almost 3 years, and it just feels so wrong I haven't commented yet, so here we are

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Constant Headache

Constant Headache (feat. Joyce Manor)

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I found you passed out in your room on the floor there was mud on top your favorite shoes. A few more steps and you'd have made it to your bed, but sometimes a few more steps is hard to do. Before you make a mess of her face, let's go a few drinks back to when you swore you'd change, when I tried so hard to clench your shaking frame. God I know you would have killed her if I let you. But I wouldn't let you do that. I can't watch you make it right. I've tried to look away but (I don't know what) makes me look back. Now I'm closing your fence, I guess I finally got some sense. And you can call me when you're finished if you're ever finished with this. You disappeared to the bathroom and asked if I'd hold your purse til you got back. These drugs will be the death of us (or at least whatever's left of us). We'll find a new lie to believe so you can finally get some sleep. You always knew how to keep me here but all I ever wanted was to leave, to let go. They found you making love in your room on the floor, that was me on top of you. A few more steps and we'd have made it to your bed, but sometimes a few more steps is hard to do.


Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Old lusts and the musk of wood dust trapped in my old house. 
The air's too thick to breathe so desperately we scooped it in our mouths. 
Untouched with a poor paint job and a short attention span. 
If I could concentrate, it would have turned it great but I can't. 

And I'll probably never be a famous writer. But, I can read and write okay. 
And ill probably never be all that successful. Would you love me still the same way? 

Grass stains and old Brit khaki pants it's getting old. 
I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool. 
I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever. 
I ain't ate a lunch the past six months it's time to get my life together. 

And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter. But, I can fight this off today. 
You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way. 

And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option. 
God knows I would have changed. 
Cause ill probably never be the same without you. 
Ill probably never be the same. 

I'd have changed if I knew it was an option. 
God I wish I could change. 
Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted. 
And I gave everything I have. 

Ill probably never be a famous writer. But I've accepted it, it's okay. 
You'll probably never love me like I love you. But, I love you still the same way. 


Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
www.thelookingglassrecording.com 

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Grass Stains

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The slightest move the smallest touch. We've built such an incredible distance. You'd find me there by that yellow street sign, life can change in an instant. Sixty-five miles an hour on a twenty-five mile an hour road, we thought it was an accident until we found your note. I can't get it out of my mind. You really oughta start hiding my keys at night. Running away only makes it feel more authentic. I told you I was joking, but you knew that I meant it. "Don't take your thoughts so seriously. Sometimes weird shit gets up inside your head." You probably thought I wasn't listening, but I clung to every word you said. I can't get it out of my mind. I can't just leave it all behind. You really oughta start hiding my keys at night. So where are you now? And where is that line? Cause forgetting you ever lived doesn't feel right. But God knows I'm trying.


Released 23 August 2014

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
www.thelookingglassrecording.com

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Labor Day

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Last night I crashed into your car.  It knocked the breath right out of me, but I forgot about my breathing when you stepped out into the street. You called me a dick, but you could have called me anything cause I saw that little smile you tried to hide behind your cheeks. And even though my insurance is now to high to pay, I got your number and I'm calling you on Friday. And I can't help but think that after all the things that I've done wrong, maybe I did something right. Last night you told me that you're leaving after you broke my favorite lamp. You said you hate all of my friends and you hate me too. You think I'm cheap (and you're probably right, I'm kind of cheap), but I just can't afford expensive girls like you. And even though you think the last few months were such a waste of time, I look at old pictures and remember you were once mine and I can't help but think that after all the things that I've done wrong, maybe I did something right. Last night you told me that you're pregnant. My throat closed up, I couldn't breathe. You said there's a little man inside you that looks a little bit like me. I should've gone to college and got some type of degree cause now I got a second job and I work like 60 hours a week. And even though all we ever do is fight, I could feel a kicking in your stomach last night and I can't help but think that after all the things that I've done wrong, maybe I did something right.

Released 23 August 2014

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
www.thelookingglassrecording.com

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Something Right

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Momma prays the collar stays and fake black leather dress-up shoes to keep me looking clean and prude for Jesus to see us and the snacks that we leave crushed there in the carpet below the pews. I don't need a sign. If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right. I'll just keep on playing like all of it feels so real to me and God's got me a mansion with the angels in heaven. I was told in Sunday school that "God's got real big plans for you." I hope it's true. If I can keep from the Devil's drink my grandkids' kids will remember me and speak of my return, when Jesus resurrects all of the righteous boys and girls and all my stupid asshole friends that tortured me in high school will be cast in the flames. Oh god I can't wait! And I know that God hates my yellin, but I hope there's windows in heaven where I can watch them burn. I don't need a sign. If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right. I'll just keep on playing like all of it feels so real to me and God's got me a mansion in the sky.

Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
www.thelookingglassrecording.com 

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Mansion In The Sky

Pull my chain and choke me!

Hard to say, I believed,
All you gave, I received...
Wish that I, I could leave.
I'm sleeping with a thief.
Who stole, a piece...
A piece of me!

Tied to every word you said.
Fed me lies, left me for dead.
Carved your name into my skin.
Left me marked like heroin.

I can't run, but I can scream.
Things are worse than they seem.
But I have no self-esteem.
So I just keep the routine.

Pull my chain and choke me.
I don't need to breathe to see,
How much I need to be free.
Pull my chain and choke me.

You're the noose 'round my neck.
You're the one, keeping me in check.
Defining the way I breathe.
You've got a stranglehold on me.
I hide my face underneath...
A fake mask that's diseased.

I can't run, but I can scream.
Things are worse than they seem.
But I have no self-esteem.
So I just keep the routine.

Pull my chain and choke me.
I don't need to breathe to see,
How much I need to be free.
Pull my chain and choke me.

Can't breathe... can't leave...
Choking me... can't break free...
The man won't let me breathe...

Pull my chain and choke me.
I don't need to breathe to see.
How much I need to be free.
Pull my chain and choke me.
I don't need to breathe to see.
How much I need to be free.
Pull my chain and choke me.

Something Right

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