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music & lyrics by Will Wood
Produced by Will Wood
Recorded by Simon Ficken at Backroom Studios in Rockaway NJ and Jonathon Maisto at Kawari Sound in Wyncotte PA
Mixed & mastered by Kevin Antreassian
String section and choir arranged by Will Wood
Baritone ukulele, piano, keyboards - Will Wood
Upright bass - Vater Boris
Electric guitar - Mike Bottiglieri
Strings - Yoed Nir
Choir - Sofia Session Choir & Orchestra LTD.

==Lyrics==

I was right there  
While you fought tooth and nail
Gasping in the gas mask thrashing till you disappeared
Say you’re not scared, that you know it’s cause I cared and
Say you know I love you, and that hope was just not there

And I know, I know that I’m wrong
That when you’re gone you’re gone 
And I can’t bring you home
But I want, I want to believe
That you’ll remember me when you’re just memory

Roots in the ground
Or uploaded to the cloud or
Warm inside our hearts or as electrons in our head – nowhere now
Over the rainbow, can I stop by and say hello and
Sorry I would take it back if I could but I know

To love one from too far to call
Is not to love at all, to whom is it I talk?
But I want, I want to believe 
That you can still hear me when you’re just memory

Said “it’s okay”
And “It’ll be all be over soon"
I’d never let a bad thing happen to you
Now goodnight I love you

And every, everybody dies 
Fighting for their lives, just trying to survive
Well now I know, I know why we say
That there’s a better place that waits beyond the grave, oh

And I know, I know it’s not true. 
There’s just no more you but as long as there’s no proof
Then I choose, I choose to believe 
That we’ll met in sweet dreams after you’re put to sleep

Euthanasia

==Lyrics==

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts
Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And god knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing
She said “take care,” but I take more than I bring.

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love
Just one week of cicada days we’re losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, they were all
Glow-in-the-dark, hanging over queen-sized 
Purple waves of ancient chemicals
Just whisper

Did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well the ground looks soft enough to bury this now
Oh please, oh no.

And then my sponsor said “Do nothing. Nothing works.”
And then my doctor said “Don’t do that if it hurts.”

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much.”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love.
The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
Don’t let me leave, I’ll only take more than I gave. Okay, I’ll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?
Christ now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you’re worth it, it won’t if you don’t
One day at a time, tomorrow’s too late, amen.

Cicada Days

My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and say “Let’s get you home.”
They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and “Goodbye cruel world.”
And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now’s escaping me…
That’s right, Margaret!

Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees
I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.

Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles 
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But  CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home.

Well now you swear in your prayers telling time “Promise I’ll never have fun again
If you’d stop flying,” but then you start crying “never mind, you win!”
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became the things you’d never do…
Oh, sweet Mary!

Dream girl come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be.

So come on, William
Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you’ll see that it’s
Me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?

Of the two things we do on our knees: watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple open the doors, see all the people!
Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.

That's Enough, Let's Get You Home

I don’t owe you my heart, and I don’t owe you my body.
But you should know that I’m sorry for being careless with you.
Lord knows I owed you more, than I’m pretty sure I ever could give anybody
But I can’t pin down what normal people want from foreign objects
Bottom-shelf erotic products like me

So, I could hold your hand but keep you at arms’ length
Oh, hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
Unlikely to be more than the coal you fail to crush

I swear I’m really trying.
Get it together, Will, know and do better
It just don’t come natural to me to think
That you’d want me for me
I swear I’m really trying
I’m sorry, I promise, I’m doing my best
I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet

I still don’t know who you are. I only know that I’m still lonely
That morbid sort where even company can’t cure me
And the more you reassure the less I trust
But still you gave me your heart, I only gave you my body.
Honestly thought nobody’d want it, let alone notice it’s
Gone and so I left it home but now
Now, now, now

I keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head
Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends
I’ve lived more lives than enough, I haven’t died quite as much
But I’m not a real person, just the shit you can’t make up

I swear I’m really trying
I’m just as exposed if I take off my clothes 
When we make the closest thing to love that I’m capable of
I don’t know why you would care. But I’m really trying
I’m sorry, I promise, I’m doing my best
I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet

Did I really 
Have any of that gravity? Maybe you’re quicksand
Because I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went
The vertex of my redemption arc, the searching of that virgin heart
I’m catatonic in your arms, cryin’ “how did I cause so much harm?”

I’m down pounding my head against the kitchen floor
Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours
Don’t say “I’m sorry but this can’t go on” I know you got scars of your own,
But hide my knives before you go, I’ll either live or die alone

I swear I will die trying
I’m still in the process but I’m making progress. 
I promise I honestly want to prove improvement’s possible
I swear I’m so fucking sorry
I’m not a good person, I’m barely a person at all, but 
Someday I’ll be perfect and I’ll make up for it all

Against the Kitchen Floor

I want to meet your maker, shake him by his ensanguined damask lapels
Holler "Look what you've done, gave this planet a sun,"
"And made a man to wonder if he's more than the sum of his cells"
'Cause you defy creation. I hate you, I hate you, I do
Hands to the night sky, praying you might die, before I fall in love with you

So call me Amadeus, God made me famous 'cause I am his favorite
But I can hate myself so you don't have to.

Cause I like you don't you see? I just like you a little more than me.
I like you don't you see? Oh, hey, I just like you a little more than me.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh no.

I've seen the face of nature, wasted constellations crumpled up in my hands
Knowing if you're supernova, your light show is over 
But too slow to know for sure if it's a part of the plan
I hear your heart beating under the floorboards, the rhythm is a gospel to me
So how I could stand a chance, let alone dance, with the way you sweep me off these two left feet?

So call me Amadeus, but I still can't keep a straight face while I praying
But I could crack my kneecaps just to please you. Oh oh oh.

I like you don't you see? I just like you a little more than me.
I like you don't you see? Oh, hey, I just like you a little more than me.
Oh oh oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh no.

Dangling a lantern over the event horizon
Thinking it'll thank you for the light you're sacrificing
Bide time in orbit like a satellite, remind yourself
The world don't revolve around you
So don't you revolve around someone else

And rock me Amadeus! God don't explain the way time and space made us
But with the wavelengths bending it makes sense
The only thing that's "meant to be" is gravity
And what comes up must go down.

I like you don't you see? I just like you a little more than me.
I like you don't you see? Oh, hey, I just like you a little more than me.
Bit by bit and heart by heart, this won't have to end if it doesn't start.
Bit by bit and heart by heart, this won't have to end if it doesn't start.
Bit by bit and heart by heart, this won't have to end if it doesn't start.
Bit by bit and heart by heart, this won't have to end-

But it just did.

Misanthrapologist ("In case I make it," Outtake) [Live in Studio] - Backroom Studios, Rockaway, NJ

To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite foods are smoke and hearts
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas,
While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming
They say that beauty's just skin-deep
So naturally, please show me your bones, bones, bones

Let me see your bones
Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we're all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you
A selfish book is always open
And some of the best liars only want the truth
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping
They say that beauty's just skin-deep
So obviously, please show me your bones, bones, bones

Let me see your bones
Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we're all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again

They say that beauty's just skin-deep
So Anna stands and rends the rancid meat from her bones, bones, bones
Let me see your bones
Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we're all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones, bones, bones?
I can see my bones
Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we're all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your-

Skeleton Appreciation Day - Ace of Cups, Columbus, OH

I want a new pair of shades, get paid to wear shoes
Do what I say, don't say what I do when we're alone now
High up but a low down
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror

I want to be safe from the fame but be loved from afar
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Get my good side. Don't get on my bad side.
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy
But I'm deserving every word they could begin to apply
Well at least they know now

That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

I want no less than the best but the best I can do
Is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you
I'm realistic. Everyone's a critic.
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight and get my ass kicked
I'm poisonous not toxic
I'll admit when I'm wrong, but only to be right
And if it fits in the song, I'll rhyme that with "contrived"
Don't meet your idols. Hey fuck you, I'm your idol.
But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM-5, cause my flaws are sort of on the pathological side.
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick, 'cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich, and that's the only difference

I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
Even more than I already would
'Cause man I'm looking good 

And I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah you ought to stay away
My hearts fucking empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us.

...And If I Did, You Deserved It. ("In case I make it," Outtake) - Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

NOTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME, EVERYTHING BELONGS TO WILL WOOD

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The song's used are not mine, I just got bored one day and combined the beginning and end of the Album "Self-Ish" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

Therefore, the music is not mine, just making that clear.

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