You're Too Proud

I finally wrote a song for u 
FUCCBOI

I'm home alone on a Saturday nite
'Cause lately you're just not in sight
I asked you to call me on the phone
You said you just don't have the time
Wish you would come on over
We could stay up all nite 
But you said, "No way,
It's gonna be Sunday and I gotta get to church on time"

Every time that I head over 
You always gotta see your friends
You said I could be looking better
And you don't respond to my letters
You say, "Why can't you be cool?"
I say, "Don't treat me like a fool
It's been 2 years and I can't deal with this"

So come on pretty baby 
Just hold me through the night
This may be the last time
But we'll both me alright

come on pretty baby 
Just hold me through the night
This may be the last time
We gotta end this

You're a sweet little thing and I
Know you love me but
You've just got no
Goddamn empathy
I know I wasn't around for fun
But I was never your number one
'Cause I'm not your Jesus
And I'm not your music
But I swear to god that
I won't lose it

And I wish I could've loved you like a brother
We would've made better friends than lovers...


Saturday Nite

I think I'm feeling
Some kinda way
But it's OK
I know you're only having fun

But when you told me
The same old story
If you stayed 'til the next day
Until the light crawled through the blinds

You'd cover me in kisses
And we don't gotta know what this is
All I know is that I like what this is
So could I have those dirty dirty kisses

OOooOOOoooohhh you suck
OOooOOOoohhhhH I hate you so much

But you had to go
Drive back home
Could you stay for a minute
Or you could hit it and quit it

It's OK I never loved you anyway

We didn't get very far
I was sitting in the passenger seat of your car
You won't say yes or no to movie plans
I guess I know where things stand

It's OK I never loved you anyway

I'm so much hotter than I used to be
And now the boys are all over me
But they never did me any good
They don't treat me like they should

The good boys always treat you bad
And act like they did nothing wrong
The bad boys only treat you worse
At least they never lied in the first place

I don't need anyone
To make
Me
Happy! 

Some Kinda Way

Written by Kate Harwitz, produced by Joey Coltrane @joeycoltrane

Lyrics
Could you take me camping outdoors?
I've never been before
Could you show me a movie I've never seen?
Could you take a pretty picture of me?
And I won't ask for anything more

I know this isn't going to last
But I like when we drive real fast in your car
and even if we don't get too far 
We don't need each other 
But would you be my summer lover?
I know this isn't going to last
But I like when we drive real fast In your car

So we never went camping
But we got all the supplies
And we saw a few movies I've never seen
You took a pretty picture of me
So I'll cut the strings you never asked me for

I know this isn't going to last
But I like when we drive real fast in your car
and even if we don't get too far 
We don't need each other 
But would you be my summer lover?
I know this isn't going to last
But I like when we drive real fast 
In your car

Summer

I don't remember the shape of your hands
Just the boom of the bass and the unsteady land
This night'll be lost, moth-eaten up
It'll slip through the holes while I fill up my cup

And I know I fell hard 'cause your eyes are so blue
Like the other pair that I once knew
and you said I'm 3x the person
you've heard me to be

I said, "3x the liar?
3x the cheater?
3x the addict
3x the deciever?

I just can't keep away from you
Or is it just 'cause you're something new?
They all said stay far away from you
You asked me who

The answer was lost in the din of the club and the booze
And the ghosts that you're trying to lose
I'm not gonna tell u to try being sober
The world isn't sunshine and daisies and clover but

Come back to me
I want that afternoon back
Reach out to me
When the sky's not painted black

But I doubt it
There's nothing else I can do
You love the party
And the party loves you.


Something New-The Airborne Toxic Event

Rough draft, by popular demand, and by popular demand I mean only Alex. Recorded in a lonely London room. 

cigarettes

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cold summer
hot bodies
cold love
burn money

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