I've been having trouble staying awake. 
Been killing memories and trying to please. 
A brittle leaf that's barely holding on to an open cavity. 
I've been hard of hearing for too long. 
It's always quiet when you're never wrong. 
Our love has been here before. 

The only thing that is gold are the things that you told me 
when you were never right. 
The whole cover is blown, what's left to be shown now? 
Burning those florescent lights. 
Hands to my chest but you think that I'm resting. 
Slipping on stepping stones. 
Needle in groove, and it never stops proving 
everything good is dead. 

Sometimes in conversation you can hear little doubts of intention that never show. 
And I know what you're thinking cause I know you can't stop behaving like you're alone.

Staying Awake

I wanna goo goo ga ga all day long 
suck my thumb then rip the bong 
change my diapers every time I make a poo poo 
your life is ruined, there's nothing you can do do 

ahhhhh goo goo ga ga! 
ahhhhh goo goo ga ga! 

I'm 40 years old but my brain is broken 
goo goo ga ga I'm a baby weed smokin' 
the doctor says that my brain is swellin' 
those words are too big, I am just a baby! 

ahhhh goo goo ga ga! 
ahhhh goo goo ga ga! 

I'm trapped inside a manbaby's body 
my name is Walter and in 1993... 
...there was an accident, and now...now... 

... I'M A WITTLE BABY! GOO GOO GA GA!

The Accident Of 1993

I can't figure out how to use my cell phone. 
I didn't pay my bill or maybe I am too high. 
You know better than most how clumsy I can be. 
Maybe I let it slip that the abortion, was not me. 

Kentucky Fried Chicken sponsoring the election 
time to pop a pill to make me feel a connection 

You don't seem to mind how much I watch TV. 
All those promises I made I'll get to eventually. 
It's too bad you can't see how much I love you. 
I thought I made it clear that time I left you on the side of the road. 

Kentucky Fried Chicken sponsoring the election 
time to pop a pill to make me feel a connection. 
The first time I saw a Golden Globe nomination 
I didn't have the courage to behave like my cousin Brian. 

Why can't you leave me alone? I'm tired. 
Why can't you leave me alone? I'm tired. 
You know I don't wanna die now baby. 
There's so much I haven't done.

Patience burns in the bonfire of your mind 
as you try to come to terms with what you missed and what you left behind. 
You say you've been feeling this way since the very start. 
It's such a round about way of saying this is hard. 
The perfect crime is to say at lest you tried. 
And when you finally snap out of it, all you're gonna find is wasted time. 

And if you wanna go the high road. 
I promise not to interfere. 
The situations is done and fucked up 
everything that we've built. 

Bass, drums and guitar are competing with the hum of your car. 
Your imagined voice, it has so much heart. 
Time it stands so still as smoke fills your lungs. 
The perpetrator of guilt, it has sung, 

Oooo I know you warned me 

And if you wanna go the high road. 
I promise not to interfere. 
The situations is done and fucked up 
everything that we've built. 

There's a part of me I don't wanna see 
There's a part of me I don't wanna see at all.

The High Road

Well I woke up with the slightest of headaches, 
so I popped a little bottle of pills to be on my way. 
I remember being too young to notice 
just how similar I was to everyone. 
Lately, I've been trying not to get high. 
I figured it'd help me dig deeper to who I am. 

I don't wanna go to church on Sundays 
to listen to preachers just waiting to die. 
I have a heart condition that makes it easy 
to say that I'm too tired to visit and that's okay. 

Well there's a pressure when you want to sing something. 
I guess i should be more selective with the words that I use. 
And in time maybe I will learn to realize 
how little all of it matters just sing your song. 

And lately I've been feeling older. 
It's getting hard to move these withering bones. 
I have a heart condition that makes it easy 
To say that I'm too tired to visit and that's okay.

Bottle Of Pills

I've got a broken backbone. It's been there for years. 
I can't stand tall because I'm governed by fear. 
But something keeps dancing in the back of my mind. 
A dim little light that you can only find 
in the stories that I used to read 
about how the lonely, they've got everything that they need. 

I'm breaking old habits. I'm changing my voice. 
I'm getting in line to be the next one that you don't need. 
But I don't mind. I need something that's real. 
I need a little bit of love. A hope that'll heal 
the lonely, but only if I don't wake up. 

I can see a house on fire is providing the heat for you. 
La la la la. 

Guided By Voices, your favorite band. 
"Do The Collapse", "Surgical Focus" is spinning. 
And it sounds so clean. 
And its got me thinking, is this more of the same? 
My hands they are shaking. 
Holy Matrimony. I gotta wake up. 

I can see a church on fire is providing the heat for you. 
La la la la. 

But you know you won't be here for long 
cause either way its gonna tighten the rope. 
You don't want to try to hold onto my love. 
Pass it on. 

Just run home, just run home my dear. 
I've become, I've become everything that you fear. 
I don't know how it happened. But I've always enjoyed the penalty.

Broken Backbone

Well everyday begins with acetaminophen, 
a cup of coffee and hope that I can keep it down. 
The dripping fever sweat and time to think. 
Reminiscing of times before the black smoke cloud 
from the fire where I burned everything that I am. 

Its such a shame that it didn't work out the way 
that they do in the books that you threw away. 

The lights are dimming, I fall asleep. 
And in a day or two I will be found. 
And I'm still here but I can't make a sound. 
They said there's a light and I should be dancing. 

Its such a shame that it didn't work out the way 
that they do in the books that you threw away. 

What do you want me to do? Do you want me to pray? 
I wanna get out of here. I wanna go back to the grave. 
What do you want me to do? What do you want me say? 
There's nothing that I could do. I wish that I could turn it around. 

(I'm dreaming on, I'm dreaming on) 
(I wish that I could turn it around) 
(I'm dreaming on, I'm dreaming on) 
(I wish that I could turn it around) 
(I'm dreaming of the days before the black smoke cloud) 

I wish that I could turn it around.

Black Smoke Cloud

The cat and his cane have somehow avoided the dust. 
And when they say his name, you can be sure that they will discuss. 
"They say he's a former soldier, and a cannon took the way that he walked." 
"I heard he made a fortune when Union Oil pipe lined the west coast in 1910." 

Sometimes I forget why I made the choices that left me alone. 
And when I hear the stories they tell they make me wish that they were all true. 
A grain of salt comes through. 
And if I go back I don't know if I could even find the words, 
to tell you that I know now I was the one who made it worse. 
And now I don't have a country. I don't have a hope. 
No more I shall roam. 

The cat and his cane now rest at the back of the lot. 
It's such a modest, unmarked grave becomes the monument that history forgot. 
They will never say 
They will never say his name.

The Cat & His Cane

Ten hundred years and just as many miles 
through the ruin of cash grabbing empty smiles. 
And you, you waited so long. I didn't know you could be so strong. 
Looking out the window, chopping down that old cherry tree. 
And you wonder, if you've ever even tried. 
Spending money when it don't cost a dime 
trying to buy what they call peace of mind. 

Staring at the ceiling. The cracks are intertwined. 
I haven't found a reason, haven't' found a rhyme. 
And you, you gotta come clean. 
Cause even you don't know what you mean. 
Too many years around bad company. 
And you wonder if you'll ever find the time. 
But all those years they passed you by. 
You're left wondering how to criticize everyone's life. 

Spending money when it don't cost a dime. 
You're already here. 
And all those years they passed you by. 
You're left wondering how to 
How to die.

Ten Hundred Years

Well I've been living 
in the shadow 
of a thought that I've had since I was young. 
I never drained it out of my blood. 
And higher thinking, 
it has not prevailed. 
It's festered and nurtured this fearful burn. 
The screws are too tight, they will not turn. 
The kinda thing that you only find in comedy. 

And all my good friends 
they make it look easy. 
A catchy pop song, insightful words, 
and all I wanna do is learn 
how to say the things that I have always felt. 
And every word you sing hits a little harder 

And everything I lack 
is front and center I can't relax. 
My voice is always out of tune. 

I've got something to say. 
And you've got nothing to lose. 
You're gonna go my way until they hang us by the noose. 
The kinda thing that you only find in tragedy. 
And every word you sing hits a little harder. 

And everything I lack 
is front and center I can't relax. 
My voice is always... 
Just this one time let it go.

Outta Tune

Poly Action are a power-pop, rock 'n' roll band from Austin, TX comprised of Ray Garza (guitar), Gianni Sarmiento (lead guitar), Zane Frisch (bass), and Ben Humphreys (drums). Since forming in 2015, Poly Action have toured the East coast, and Midwest including Chicago, Nashville, Brooklyn, and Philadelphia. Their debut album, "Baby's First Rock N' Roll" has been described as having " a touch of that Flaming Lips indie-rock with a big helping of alt-country rock in the style of greats like Wilco" (KUTX) and a "rollicking fun and gritty blend of acoustic and electric elements" and "rewarding details like startlingly thoughtful layers of picked guitar parts and outstanding vocal melodies" (Austin Monthly).