I heard you crying out
From the top
Of your dollhouse in the 'burbs
Was such a lonesome shout
Could've sworn
I was the only one who heard
So I spent
My last sixty dollars and three days
And our voices crashed together in a daze
Now I can't look the other way

You mumbled to yourself
How it's not
Much different than before
Now I'm crying for help
You can't hear
We've already shut the door

Were you just another test that I was bound to fail
Now my friend think I've put myself in jail
As I'm sitting here inside
Can't help but feeling like I've failed

But you don't have to tell me
You just don't have the time
My acute powers of observation
They have suited me just fine
Well I don't have your answers
And I know you don't have mine

I get the feeling that I'm wasting my breath
I get the feeling that I'm wasting my breath

You know it's up to you
I have made
My intentions rather clear
And to tell you the truth
I'm not sure
If you even want me here
Or at all
As I bang my head against the wall
All my friends know I'm set up for a fall
As I'm sitting here in silence
Never receiving your call

But you don't have to tell me
That I'm not what's on your mind
My acute powers of observation
They have suited me just fine
Well I don't have your answers
And I know you don't have mine

I get the feeling that I'm wasting my breath
I get the feeling that I'm wasting my breath

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Words and music by Tim Kohler

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Drum Machine, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Mellotron
Mitchell Hardage - Bass
Gus Fernandez - Drums
Ashley Fowler - Vocals

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

Dollhouse

It's raining happy pills
And I been shaking from the fever chills
Spending days wasting my time and money on a cheap thrill

I'll have a number three
And don't scrape off the poppy seeds
I like to clean them when they all end up in the front seat

And don't take her for granted
Like if you do she'll stick around
Just keep your head above the ground and don't bring up the poppy seeds

Keep it together kid
Keep it together kid
Just keep it together kid
Keep it together kid

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Words and music by Gus Fernandez

Gus Fernandez - Vocals, Electric Piano, Piano, Shaker
Tim Kohler - Drums
Mitchell Hardage - Bass
Nick Besserer - Guitar

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

Keep It Together

If in 21 years I'm drinking
About 21 years ago
Then those 21 years were weak, in fact
I'll take the other 21 alone

I spent 21 years in a dizzy spell
Then took the 20 mile crawl back home
But in 21 more I'll get back on the floor
Like it was 20 dollars at the door

The first 21 times are crazy
There is a gradual diminishing slope
If by the tenth time it's still amazing
Then you got a really long ways to go

In 21 years of hazing
I would've heard about a secret code
I can't speak for my boys
And their personal choices
But if you get it I'm ready to know oh oh oh

21 years wasted
Yeah with another 21 in tow
I see 21 more of your faces
And I'll be like hey man did you go to the show

Yeah in 21 years I'm drinking
Yeah in 21 back and forth
Yeah in 21 beers I'm sinking back
Like it was 21 minutes ago oh oh oh

Well hit me back when it's half past nine
You know that any earlier is a waste of time
Oh my God it's a way of life
You know I get a little piece of it every time
You know I lose a little bit of it every time

21 years naked
21 and broke
In my 21 years I'm thinking that
I'll never get to 31 alone

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Words and music by Mitchell Hardage

Mitchell Hardage - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Gus Fernandez - Drums, Vocals

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

21 Years

Get your coat
Get your hat
Get your keys
We're going for a ride
I heard you liked a time
Park the car
Lock the doors
Exhale deep
And stop us if you can
My dearest Mary Ann
When it's done we'll make a call rinse and repeat

I had dreams
I aspired
To chase you around the island
It came out in the wash
You said it's not my fault
And for one tiny moment I believe
And went back to that place
Where I touched outer space

'Cause I'm on a mountain
That's the honest to goodness truth
I don't need a reason
I just really enjoy the view
Staring at the colors
Bright orange and powder blue
But you can't stand on my mountain
If you don't give yourself the room

Standing proud in some crowded loud ravines
These kids just hug the walls
Whiskey and Adderall
Sneaking off is just part of the routine
If you know where we've been
Then we can call you friend
Just a whisper in his ear rinse and repeat
Run through the parking lot and then it's back to the serene

'Cause I'm on a mountain
That's the honest to goodness truth
I don't need a reason
I just really enjoy the view
Staring at the colors
Bright orange and powder blue
But you can't stand on my mountain
If you don't give yourself the room

'Cause I'm on a mountain
That's the honest to goodness truth
I don't need a reason
I just really enjoy the view
Staring at the colors
Bright orange and powder blue
But you can't stand on my mountain
If you don't give yourself the room

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Words and music by Tim Kohler

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Sequencing, Mellotron, Percussion
Mitchell Hardage - Guitar, Bass
Ashley Fowler - Vocals

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

I'm on a Mountain

I am automatic
But I just can't see it all
I will live forever 
But I just can't do it all
I am ultraviolet
I can see right through your flaws
Cause I'm automatic
Are you automatic?

I am strong and silent
When I'm up against the wall 
Even when this house is falling down on me
Like you're swingin' a wrecking ball
I'm a hope mechanic
I will be there when you call
There's no need to panic 
'Cause I'm automatic

All of the time
All the time everyday
In a word, I appear
And take you to another place

When the power's out and
I may seem robotic
I will live forever
But I just cannot do it all
I am ultraviolet
I can see right your flaws 
'Cause I'm automatic
Are you automatic?

All the time
All the time everyday
In a word, I appear
To take you to another place

And it's all the time and it's all the time
And it's all the time everyday
In a word, I appear 
To take you to another place
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Words and music by Tim Kohler and Mitchell Hardage

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Electric Piano, Piano, Organ, Percussion
Mitchell Hardage - Sequencing, Guitar, Bass

Automatic

Out of the cupboard at night
Little reasons you're scared to turn off all the lights
When the shit went down you were nowhere to be found
Sheets pulled over your head
Little reasons you're scared to get out of your bed
With a Japanese high Benny left then he wrecked then he died

Now you know the reason all the time you had
Left you like a criminal inside

Lips sealed tight as a drum
The kid's not talking I'm leaving as soon as they come
In a typical way we were screwed from the day this begun
Haunted by him constantly
Quit asking questions, the kid needs some time to grieve
In a cynical way I can say that it ain't what it seems

Now you know the reason all the time you had
Left you like a criminal inside your head
Inside your head
Is the thought that all the ghosts follow closely behind where you walk
'Cause they want you dead

Now you know the reason all the time you had
Left you like a chemical inside your head
Beside your bed
Is a picture that reminds you of times you were young and alive
Before Benny left

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Words and music by Mitchell Hardage

Mitchell Hardage - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Jay Howell - Drums

Engineered by Mitchell Hardage and John Rosser
Mixed by Mitchell Hardage

Before Benny Left

What did you think was going to happen
After it turns and cuts you deep
I moved into the bottom of a longneck empty promise
It's no picture in a magazine
I'm not the man to turn your life around
I'm not the kind to make your parents proud
We started at the top
Then we felt the drop
There's nowhere to go but for me to drag you down

I guess I'm not
Who you thought I was
Not
Who you thought I was
Not
Who you thought I was
I'm sorry

I could've told you what was going down
I played every note you wanted played
Now you're pulling rugs
No Reason just a shrug
Well who you hired is not who you fired today

I guess I'm not
Who you thought I was
Not
Who you thought I was
Not
Who you thought I was
I'm sorry

I'm not
Who you thought I was
Not
Who you thought I was
Not
Who you thought I was
I'm sorry

But who could give a damn about and addict
Ship sinking like the human Titanic
Who could give a damn about a poet
Who only writes about himself and he knows it

I came to with a shot
A stutter and a start
A catch in my throat and a flutter in my heart
Fumbling through a pocket full of crumpled up ones
The 'T' stands for 'Too Much Fun'
Bear with me now
I don't really deserve the privacy
I'm not the kind to shape your destiny
I moved into the bottom and I don't plan to move up
The dictionary definition of stuck
All together now

Who could give a damn about an addict
Ship sinking like a human Titanic
Who could give a damn about a poet
Who only writes about himself and he knows it
Who could give a damn about an addict
Ship sinking but theres no need to panic
Who could give a damn about a poet
Who only writes about himself and he knows it

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Words and music by Tim Kohler

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Drums, Piano, Synthesizer, Percussion
Mitchell Hardage - Bass, Guitar
Daniel Stensland - Saxophone

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage



(Not Who You) Thought I Was

I can take it
A thousand little memories
And none of them help at all
Oh you look very fetching
And I'm kinda sweaty
And all that we said was hello

I can shake it
Forget about the torture
And answer you with a smile
Oh I found a new place and
God it's amazing
Our troubles are over I know, I know

That if I come undone I guess
It's just a little 'cause of part of the anger
And if you don't have fun I guess
It's just a little 'cause you're calling me now

Used to care about
Your messages and whereabouts
But that's all behind us now
Oh we've got a routine and
Life could be easy
But we make it hard all the time

You know it's glaring
We move just like our parents
Don't know what this fight's about
So we walk
I'm sorry for shrugging
You know that I love you

And if I come undone I guess
It's just a little 'cause of part of the anger
And if you don't have fun I guess
It's just a little 'cause you're calling me over
But I cannot be swung away
It's just I feel a little part of the anger
And if you think everything's cool at the end of the day
It's just a little 'cause you're calling me now

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Words and music by Mitchell Hardage

Mitchell Hardage - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Tim Kohler - Drums, Piano

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

Part of the Anger


I don't think that I'm asking a lot
When I'm begging at the foot of where we sleep
You don't think that this was all for naught
But it all just seems a huge mistake to me

You cooled me down
on a hot day
Now you're a virus in my brain

I feel stupid for falling in love
I feel stupid for falling in love 
I feel stupid for falling in love with you
I feel stupid for wasting my time
Spend the rest of my life trying to change your mind
I feel stupid for falling in love with you

You think I just need to clean my mind
Now I'm so sorry I can't even think
You think that the thing I need is time
But all I can do with that is make a drink

All these memories laying at my feel
Make me feel like an idiot
I feel stupid for falling in love
I feel stupid for falling in love 
I feel stupid for falling in love with you
I feel stupid for wasting my time
Spend the rest of my life trying to change your mind
I feel stupid for falling in love
I feel stupid for falling in love
I feel stupid for falling in love with you

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Words and music by Tim Kohler

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Drums, Piano, Acoustic Guitar, Mellotron
Mitchell Hardage - Guitar, Bass, Acoustic Guitar

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

I Feel Stupid for Falling in Love with You

Looking for keys
None of them fit
Everything keeps shifting
It's hard to get a grip
Branch by branch
I'm climbing up your tree
But something's always in the way
Or I'm not high enough to see

No I'll never understand
Yeah you'll have to break it down for me
No I'll never understand
Gotta stay and let me be

On my hands and knees
Looking for the missing piece
Seems like something's always in the way
Or I get to high to see

No I'll never understand
Yeah you'll have to break it down for me
No I'll never understand
If you won't help and let me be
I've got two feet on the ground
Why can't I see
'Cause I'll never understand

Looking for answers
It's all just a waste
Why does your mind always change

'Cause I'll never understand
Yeah you'll have to break it down for me
No I'll never understand
Well I'm deep within your grasp
Won't you please let me be
No I'll never understand

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Words and music by Maddy Davis

Maddy Davis - Vocals, Vibraphone
Gus Fernandez - Drums
Mitchell Hardage - Bass
Tim Kohler - Electric Piano

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

Never Understand

We were all alone
But we were on the way
To rectifying
all of my mistakes
Now you're not around
And I hesitate
To tell anyone at all
About the plans I made
I broke up like a cloud
Oh, the things I lost
I did foolish things
I had foolish thoughts
But I am without shame
Shout it to the crowd
That I'm lesser than
That I'm nothing without

This is not a lie
I have proof
Of the way you left
Everyone thinks I'm crazy
That I'd never be wise
To see this through
Go ahead and regret me
Just don't ever forget me

'Cause if you ever come home
If you ever come back to me
We could get back to the place we started from
And if I'm wrong
I'll do what I've always done
I will pick myself back up and overcome

When you're all alone
Do you think of me
Of the boy I was
Of the man I'm not
Do you wander around
Just like I do
When you run out of things
Things to worry about
This fever's on the rise
I'm turning blue
All these walls that surround me
Are creeping in and hazy
I tried a new
Body to choose
But ever since it happened
The only dream I've been having

Is if you ever come home
If you ever come back to me
We could get back to that place we started from
But if you don't
I'll do what I've always done
I will pick myself back up and overcome
Darling if you ever come home
If you ever come back to me
I could get back to that place I started from
And if I'm wrong
I'll do what I've always done
I will pick myself back up and overcome
I will pick myself back up and overcome

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Words and music by Tim Kohler

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Sequencing, Piano, Percussion
Mitchell Hardage - Bass, Guitar

Engineered and mixed by Mitchell Hardage

Come Back

I
I wrote this on the back
Of an older work
And I
Was thinking of events
Of a prior evening
The truth
Can hit you in the face
When you're not looking
And the truth
Is I don't even pay
Any attention

The wheels never stop turning
But they've grinded to a halt
The crippled words came out and crumbled
Never materialized at all
I think that I might up and lose it
If I don't get another glass of water
To wash away my regret

I
Can't pin this on a pawn
Or a patsy
No I
I don't have anyone to blame
But myself
The best
Advice it always bears
Repeating
No but I
I'm much to prideful to accept
That kind of help

The reason's crystalized
And it's obvious to a fault
That my feet are on the ground
And my head's against the wall
All these things that I've been choosing
They just make me need another glass of water
To wash away my regret

I don't wanna talk about it
I just wanna live without it
I don't wanna talk about it

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Words and music by Tim Kohler

Tim Kohler - Vocals, Piano, Mellotron
Jay Howell - Drums
Clinton Callahan - Bass
Mitchell Hardage - Guitar
Nick Besserer - Guitar
Stephanie Ford - Vocals
Stephanie Hardy - Vocals
Nick Shrum - Vocals

Engineered by Mitchell Hardage and John Rosser
Mixed by Mitchell Hardage

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