sorry

ms hoe

SHIPSOGRAPHY

MERCHANT SHIPS

The laws of being Sad...

sad boys

Again, not my cup of tea. I did record and produce the EP.

My Dead Body (SharkBait)

Hiding Place (Shark Bait)

Written and recorded in the Winter-Spring of 2011 by Jack, Michael, Josh, Ethan, and Henry. Recorded by Mike Mellen of Neverwhere Design and Recording Studios in his mom's house. Artwork by Em Randall. 

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04 See Ya Later

06 Monsters

Midwest Pen Pals - Because He's There, And He Hates Me

Midwest Pen Pals - Austin's House

Let's Exchange Word Vomit

Birthday!

Dying

Emo Songs

Old Grey

Long Term Relationships Were Only Cool When Divorce Wasn't

Coffee, Hot Showers, And Hangover Jams

The First Time I Got Fucked Up Was To The Party Song By Blink 182

We Don't Need Luck to Make It

My Journey to the Weed Den

i'm a ship without its captain when you're gone

Something That Matters
I look around at all my friends, the "1-2-3-4-5 dead ends", the kids i'll never see again...the kids who mean the most to me. Staying up until the morning, in my kitchen swapping stories; memories I can't forget, no matter how the summer went.

We're here forever, and we'll die together.

If you plant a seed, it grows into a tree, and to us, to everyone, this never meant thing. I'm sorry Cameron, that she never meant a thing. This song's for you, wherever you might be, I pray that you stay golden and never come back home.

This song's for you, this song's for movin' on.
This song is for our friends who've been there all along.

Merchant Ships - Something That Matters

when it's raining in the morning 
and you smell the petrichor from your bed 
know that i'm with you, there in some way 
like a fly on the wall in your head 

when the bad thoughts and the nightmares 
keep us afraid of the things in our minds 
know that it's alright, life keeps moving 
just don't let it leave you behind 
when you're exhausted and you're lonely 
and the sadness begins to appear 
know that somewhere, there are people 
who love the idea that you're here 

and when the sky dims, turning pitch black 
and the clock reads 3 a.m. 
hit me by phone call or text, calm or panicky mess 
and we'll go out for milkshakes again

cover taken by https://twitter.com/Queen_of__Hades

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petrichor

cover photo taken by mads

chain smoke the hunger away
only eating one meal a day
on a good day, but the good days
will never come

i got so used to loss
that is sort of became part of me
i lose myself in my head
i lose my patience in the agony

i lost my youth in the fallout
of somebody else

who took advantage of trust
and left me hating myself

it's always there in my dreams
i put myself through your hell

why did you do those things to me?

sit down on the side of my bed
and contemplate the endless nothing sat inside of my head
it's such a slow burn, but the candle
is always lit

i got so used to fear
it learned to manifest in me
i fear the ending of it all
i fear your reckless apathy

i fear that everything's boring
and nothing will help

it's like it's all in a cycle
my dwindling health

i feel the breath of the reaper
on the side of my neck

why do i still get out of bed?

reckless apathy

constantly reminded of my past self's dumb mistakes
wishing i could go back in time

dreaming on repeat, climbing up the staircase
stepping into open air

nicotine for dinner, you ask if i've lost weight
the truth is that i didn't mean to

panic in the bathroom, 'cause the person in my mirror
is a foggy recollection of me

but i have to be okay
you say there's just too much at stake
and i'd throw it all away
if i said goodbye today

i have to be okay

from the 2009 EP "Bummer Times/Extra Songs"

Bummer Times Demo Extra Songs

Merchant Ships - If A Bear's Hungry (He Will Eat)

hi sorry this is really sad

get drunk to forget that i could jump
sober up and wanna do it twice as much
drink more, but it’s never quite enough
think morbid thoughts to feel more stuck

pass out in the morning when the light
floods over the empty void of night
and this sickness i can't fight
will constantly ruin my life

'til i pass out
on the floor again
and feel the air under my feet
i’m always falling in my dreams
but they aren’t nightmares
i think they’re omens
of what’s coming for me
i see demons in my sleep
then i wake up

get high to forget how much it hurts
come down, just to end up feeling worse
six years of therapy reversed
by every line in every verse

used to write poems just to cope
so ironic, now the rope
around my neck’s entwined
with every letter, every line

my writing
is getting better
but i’m certainly not
put me in the ground to rot
and don’t remember
please forget me
‘cause every memory you keep
will be more pain on you from me
than i can take

sickness (8th floor blues)

wait as long as you want for me
but i won't be stickin around
i'll drive all the way to another state
and i'll look forward to my future somehow

i'm stuck in a box all day, all day
somewhere on the inside of town
everything's just so hard for me, for me
and i'm so sorry that i let you down

We Don't Need Luck to Make It

New World Vulture