I can sing if I want to. Take time if you must.
Mix all the signals and rip out the clutch.
Way to waste dirty hands, freak me out.

You know I'm no good at keeping my word.
I place the stars in alphabetical order.
Don't you know worries should be so selfish?

There's nothing wrong with have fun.
There's nothing wrong.

And I know who is writing my story out of tune.
And I know who is writing my albums thus far and it's sure as hell not me.

Be it a home or high water, hell or no contract, I have the faith to bring it back.
It seems The Loudness Wars are still talking loud enough to scream.
And I scream in this head and it echoes faster every season.

Every season, I break up with every sound I make.
Just to find out how to make that love again.
Does it remind you of anything?
'Cause I know it sounds a lot like giving her the room to grow.
I know I shouldn't speak of her.

It feels so good if it's you.
It feels so wrong without you.

It's just the change of weather. It's the dead weight that lives inside.
Making thirty excuses to wrap your feelings up so nice.
And I feel so broken and measured, like the island is where I belong.
Forget to fight her first and see why it has to hurt.
Keep fighting.

And I know who is writing my story out of tune. (Be selfish. Go on, be helpless.)
And I know who is writing my albums thus far and it's sure as hell not me.

So silence now is your best friend. Thought I could take that position.
But if you like how it is and how it ended and how you just dropped out of this second chance.
I give up for the tenth time. I give up for the tenth time.

Being well-lit will save your soul but your face will give it all away.


Half-Ambidextrous

Well, you've kept me safe under mountains of, "Yes, I know what I should be doing."
Get a job and have kids, forget that I ever wrote music.
And you sit there hounding me, telling me to drop your name instead of my shadow.
Were it that simple to be killed off on a whim.

Keep in mind, I've been trying to fight her off. It's that simple.
Stupid did as I had done, guess I'm stupid then so let's have fun with it.
God forbid you keep living as a fragment, placing thorns on my bed.

So hello 13 year-old you fighting with a 21 year-old you.
What else could I write about? That's the best cover story I've had in years.
I wish your car would break down in the center lane. Then you could finally spend time out of my head.

You start with an L in thinking I would give up and half-ass this.
I know the time we left and I see that motion as a by-product of,
Hiding strength at the base of your wrist.
Hoping that's enough to see the above but not quite Heaven.

And if you see frost on your windshield, form it in a way to block your vision,
And think of how you never slip and fall like me.

Untitled (Depression)

Sometimes I think I make too much noise,
In this house. You went from, came back. Said, "Don't go on hoping yesterday was dumb."
Here's a closet filled with your shit, new life, sadness does bite hard.
But I hate to think I'm worse.

Now have you bitched enough yet? (Well, save it. There's no room left.)
As you move back in and take your place, I'm still unsure what it's worth.

Entire hours have been SAVED UP FOR RAINY DAYS.
And I'll use them, be sure that I'll use them when YOU'RE SHY AND GONE AGAIN.
Finally you're happy enough, huh? JUST BECAUSE THE DAYS haven't changed much so you can't change much.

Is it alright to shake? (Oh, sure.)

Well, at least we had tried to fake it but we both knew it wouldn't work.
The same four reasons you had for leaving: the exact thinking I need to overcome this shit.

I'd save you if everything would just work out because my shoulder is all you need.
(All things considered, would that be fine.)
When just because the days haven't changed much, you cannot change much.

My shoulder is all you need.
(Please let me rest my bones on your shoulder.) - "shoulder" should sync

I know I make too much noise and that's fine. You care a lot.
And that may stop you from letting these bones talk.

Yesterday Was Dumb

Liking "all" but fortune while I'm thinking. Yeah, I'm thinking.
As I now find and strengthen a selfish desire to fucking leave.

(You can't keep staying in this mess of a head with hair tangled, wrecked thoughts. My clothes are all bad.
I hate it when you're hear me yell at myself. I'll have you know this ain't a playground or party but I'll see you off.)

So where's such enjoyment? I always was in debt. The shifting objection that threatens me.
Now I might seriously drop any job that I get.
Well, laugh while you can. Dear, follow the mess you've become. There's no backing up. How you came for power. 
(Grabbed it, ran, dropped it.) My apologies will be thin.

'Cause our hearts bleed everyday but in the prettiest way.

And now you actually care to pay the cab fare.
The many hours spent in thought. 
I sit down and plan an excuse.
I stand up and plan this out.

Would you rather have peace or cover? Lazy bullets or all these devils?
Persist and you'll find me straightened out.
God, make me regret this lack of working out my problems.
God, make her regret this fucking me up.

She soberly asks why I wasn't sober for New Years.
(Hear me out, I'm only asking if this is worth the trouble.)
But should I stay centered on the last hole we dug myself into.
(I might give up on anaphoras in places you don't belong in.)

'Cause our hearts bleed every single day and I'm so sick of it.

Had you let me write write a better song.

[solo]

You'll never let me go and you don't think we want to count the better hours we spent coming up with characters they could believe in.
Yes, I never want this place torn down and of course I never thought I'd blame you this much. Aren't you trying too hard?

God saves your beautiful shape 'cause yes, some day you'll meet him and make him hate every inch as I do.
I am sure this is my back-up plan and it don't work.

(We made paint out of our misgivings and it's so damn colorful.)

But it's trap and I'm hoping you like me back.
Scaring all the children you could ever hope to have.
And I swear that I walk in your footsteps that never end.
An ending is the answer but it won't help to get me out.

I guess I'll give up then.
Would you rather have died without the care you need? I'm tired of that.

She yells and blasts a purpose while I'm thinking. Yeah, I'm thinking.
As I now find and strengthen a selfish desire to fucking leave this town.
I won't let it make up the ground (that we now anxiously walk upon.)
And I will let you stay here, gladly, if you give a pleasant home to live in.

My shoulder is all you need. (I know.)
I trust you now and I hope that you trust me (I don't.)
My shoulder is all you need.
I hope you think about me and I'll never keep you home.

Thanks, you care.

Job Listings in Drop D

Will you talk?
Why don't you go home now?

Say it again.

And of course you'd deliver me this bastardized makeshift.
Live with your arms out your body, strip like your father cared for you.
We step with a dance we're not used to. We make love, we fuck though it's changing.
Them bones like to free themselves. The likes you party with...

If only you'd show me better care, I'd be a better end to your marriage.
We cross out our names like we're children.

Though I've sacrificed, you were injured.


Will you talk?
Why don't you go home now?
Our bed devours us. I'm out of touch, you're out of touch.
But I'll stay with you. Keep it up. I'll keep it up.
Say it again.

I chase your clouds away, my love and light.
A record of your sins. A way to make this right.

If I'm awake by then, I'll show you how grateful I am.
After that, God willing, we'll never have to speak again.
She thinks I've said enough here.

Maybe I'm just not in love.

We're both touched.
Why don't we go home now?
Her dress will hang where I left it. Don't find this out.
But I'll stay with you and keep this up. I can't give up now!
Now, you see? I care enough.

Say it again?

Girls Who Act Like Women

Untitled Track

Well, you've kept me safe under mountains of, "Yes, I know what I should be doing."
Get a job and have kids, forget why I ever play music.
And you sit there hounding me, telling me to drop your name instead of my shadow.
Were it that simple to be killed off on a whim.

Keep in mind, I've been trying to fight her off. It's that simple.
Stupid did as I had done, guess I'm stupid then so let's have fun with it.
God forbid you keep living as a fragment, placing thorns on my bed.

So hello 13 year-old you fighting with a 21 year-old you.
What else could I write about? That's the best cover story I've had in years.
I wish your car would break down in the center lane. Then you could finally spend time out of my head.

You start with an L in thinking I would give this up and half-ass this.
I know the time we left and I see that motion as a by-product of,
Hiding strength at the base of your wrist.
Hoping that's enough to see the above but not quite Heaven.

And if you see frost on your windshield, form it in a way to block your vision,
And think of how you never slip and fall like me.

????

Demo 2

just the main riff with some lead guitar sprinkled in. this song may not even be The Sprint, I don't know. still writing it.

The Sprint [Demo]

I've missed many a-sunset. I'm trying to not smoke as much.
The last few years have been quite rough but I know how to get back up.
Who bangs their knees on a desk like me?.. Oh well.
I'm glad this year has given up.

You peek your head and smirk, and suggest that I'm a dork.
Past every joke, I display my frown. 
This girl may ruin a holiday snow and with time, even Christmas angels have to go home. Heh...

We, too, laugh and we pack up the car.
While the radio told stories we tried to map the stars.
Tomorrow sounds better if you're just out of bounds so please give me a break. I'm trying.

Oh, you can be a pain sometimes.

Interesting. It's more windy than cold,
But if you stay outside long enough you will get old.
This is how you make up for lost time.
She pipes up; "I'm sorry to all your single friends."

They're not yours, they're mine.
Get in line and hug me.

Give her some breathing room.

Flakes could easily drop on your perfect hair.
They'd melt and the heat would destroy what's there.

We, too, laugh and we play in the snow,
As the outline kept us company and provided us with warmth.
I just can't write faster if my hands freeze up tonight so hold them like you would if you liked me.

Well-lit, growth.
My Christmas list is short.
The girl, bored.
My Christmas list is short.

Making Use... Demo

Heater is working. Good enough.
From presents to flirting and then a shove.

A small course on how this year's been;
Made love to clutter and it doesn't end there.
How I know I'll keep falling backwards,
Until the ground stops trying to be my friend.

It can't be true.

The house didn't look this good before I left home.
A bookshelf left standing. Did you really think to shield me?
You lost me tons of lyrics but I could let you stay,
If you never start to beg me for anything.

She laughs at the silence. Lets her dress flutter.
Calls me dumb and stupid. Proceeds to shake my world.

The day you move and take your shit, I bet someone else will complain.
I yell the parts that you can't stand. Later, I feel so bad about it.

Who's hoping I give up and cry? Who's hoping she leaves home in spite?

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