Acoustic Music
Written and produced by Donovan Cooper.

X. Acoustic Music

G Chord
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

I believe in something greater
It won’t keep my friends alive
Everyone I’ve ever trusted
Never even was alive

When I constructed them out of some
Paperclips and balls of twine
I won’t stand for anything
If I can’t love what’s in my mind

No one will remember me
I doubt that they’ll remember you
A little plastic boy held up with
Pushpins and a stick of glue

I read about the people
I looked up to when I was a kid
Paperclips and subtle lies
I walk the road where they all died

And I’m okay
And you’re okay
And everybody is okay

We all hold hands and sing sad songs
And think that it’ll solve our problems

I can play a G chord
You can tell me that it’s not enough
Like three notes on a keyboard
Brings my friends back from the chasms

I will never meet a person
Resurrected by a platinum record
You can like my music
I can play a song and make my mom cry

Captured on a phonograph
Like playback is a therapy
I wish that I could go back
I wish songs were more than memories

IX. G Chord

Overheard at the Bus Stop
Recorded by Donovan Cooper.

*Whooshy noises*

VIII. Overheard At The Bus Stop

Drifting Away//Dying is Selfish
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

Message from you says you're worried
I’d read it in full but it’s all looking blurry
Like everything else that I see in my dorm room
If I don’t respond then you’ll come soon

If I don’t respond then I’m dead
Suicide thoughts I shake off in my head
I got pictures of you on the shelf near my bed
Wish I could spend my life with you instead

But this is the life that I’ve chosen
Hiding up all my emotions
Mattress fucked up from the motion
Told you that I loved you right there in that moment

My dad calling me on the phone
None of my friends think I’m safe when alone
So many things to atone for
Won’t even step through my own door

When X died I lost a friend
I remember praying that they find his killer
Everyone I look up to is dead now
Guess they had to end it all by taking Miller

Watch all my friends slip away
I know that they’d be shocked I’m still breathing today
Just try and make it to May
You said that in the ER and I said okay

I’m drifting away
I’m drifting away
I’m drifting away
I doubt that I’ll stay

I’m drifting away
I’m drifting away
I’m drifting away
I doubt that I’ll stay

VII. Drifting Away//Dying Is Selfish

Abigail
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

When I hit you up that night it wasn’t accidental
I remember frontin like it must’ve slipped my mental
I remember nights when you wished I could be more gentle
Poppin’ anything you could like it was supplemental

Those were college nights
We had better days
Posted up at yours when your roommate would go away
To some other place
But it never mattered
Funny looking back on shit when everything is shattered

You had doctor dreams
Long forgotten themes
Times where we would question what being an adult means

I’mma call you back
I don’t have advice
How could you expect me to know what’s best for my vice

I mean Jesus Christ
Just fucking block me
You’re the only person in this world who’d fucking stop me

From losing it
In a broken world
With a broken heart
Loving broken girls

(Acoustic Interlude)

Everyone I talk to knows that you’re in all my songs
Getting to the point that girls I know won’t sing along
Thinking back to that night when I knew that you were gone
It was 3AM and you and I were on your lawn

Am I sick or young
I guess it’s a mixture
Backed up files in my macbook they still have those pictures

Of a broken night
In a broken world
With a broken heart
Loving broken girls

VI. Abigail

It’s Just Good Storytelling
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

You’re acting like, I’ve told things before
How many lies, will you try to ignore

Cuz I’ve tried to please since I was young
Thoughts overwhelming of possible
Things that would happen if I disappointed you
Masquerade childhood I don’t know what you expect

I’m crippled by your expectations
Even though they’re just made up in my head
And you don’t give me any attention at all
And I’m blaming my thoughts on a long wasted daydream

You are my long-wasted daydream

But still,
You’re acting like, I’ve told things before
How many lies, will you try to ignore

You’re acting like, I’ve told things before
How many lies, will you try to ignore

V. Don't Worry, It's Just Good Storytelling

Another album about being sad and shit.
Voicemail by a very good friend that I probably should have asked whether or not I can put his name in the description before I dropped the album.

IV. The War On Ukuleles (Interlude)

Sleeping Pills
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

Prob’ly took way more than twenty things to fall asleep
Take me back and tuck me in I’ll count some sheep
Tryna run away from sounding pseudo-deep
Only living so my mom and girl won’t weep

Spent the last few days doing experimenting
Thoughts up in my head I swear they’re unrelenting
Used to think the sad artists were just pretending
All this information is disorienting

I can barely think
I can barely breathe
Everywhere I go just feels like make believe
Had to throw up in a transfer kid’s designer bag
I kissed her and then I knew that she had taken drags

I’mma keep it real I’m feeling discombobulated
Flashbacks to a kid wanting his mom sedated
You and I worried so much we both felt obligated
Looking back on all the separation we created

Sleeping pills
I got lethal skills
Thankful we can pay for all the heating bills

Sleeping pills
Cheaper thrills
Feeling like I’m floating going down the hill

Sleeping pills
I got lethal skills
Thankful we can pay for all the heating bills

Sleeping pills
Cheaper thrills
Feeling like I’m floating going down the hill

III. Sleeping Pills

Haypath Park
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

My pops always thought that I’d be a musician
Nowadays that means you live off prescriptions
Bragging ‘bout mental conditions
Until you get an addiction

Lemme take it back, to a time I knew
When my hair was short, and the sky was blue
When the words were small, but they stuck like glue
It was me and you, now I got a crew

Memories fade when I lose my composure
I never got any closure
Pictures of us fade like overexposure
Of back when I used to come over

You promised me you’d never do it
The shit that got your dad arrested
You and I both thought that we learned our lesson
Then again I was just way less connected

Shit’s hard if you make a profit
Mouth shut when I knew you bought it
Stacks growing in a young man’s wallet
Never did it myself but you know that I thought it

I still don’t drink and I’m still in college
Guess you can count this shit as paying homage
You were smarter than me and I gotta acknowledge
A whole lotta brain wasted on useless knowledge

(Pause)

Friends fade to nonexistence
It’s weird how fucking common this is
Coke dreams and hershey kisses
You wanted to know what bliss is

Bout 14 when we made our mark
Never said what we did was smart
Kissing girls down at haypath park
Never knowing if we broke their hearts

Now I’m at college parties
My buddy’s throwing up
I can see you in him partly
If you kept growing up

Dreamt of you showing up
I guess you’re still with me somehow
Crazy thoughts before you’d come down
I guess in essence you’re home now

I don’t believe in God
I don’t believe in an afterlife
But there is no you if the laughter dies
I look for you in the shaft of light

That you and I stared at at Haypath Park
When everything in the sky went so dark
I never said what we did was that smart
Living our lives breaking everyone’s hearts

II. Haypath Park

G.O.O.D. Friday
Written and Produced by Donovan Cooper

Lookin at the cross
Thumbtacked on my corkboard
I’m really at a loss
Wonderin if the lord’s bored

Hanging out all day
Watching as I do homework
All this fades to grey
Love it all but it won’t work

Lookin at the cross
Thumbtacked on my corkboard
I’m really at a loss
Wonderin if the lord’s bored

Hanging out all day
Watching as I do homework
All this fades to grey
Love it all but it won’t work

Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ
Useless Vice
Please be nice

No Advice
Would Suffice
So long pal
Rest up Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ
Useless Vice
Please be nice

No Advice
Would Suffice
So long pal
Rest up Jesus Christ

Lookin at the cross
Thumbtacked on my corkboard
I’m really at a loss
Wonderin if the lord’s bored

Hanging out all day
Watching as I do homework
All this fades to grey
Love it all but it won’t work

Lookin at the cross
Thumbtacked on my corkboard
I’m really at a loss
Wonderin if the lord’s bored

Hanging out all day
Watching as I do homework
All this fades to grey
Love it all but it won’t work