LIVE @ The Ice House Pub 7-7-10

Copy Of Tuna, No Crust - Contact Sports

I'm stuck in your web
And I can't escape it
I know it's gonna hurt
But I just cant quit it
I'm your little rag doll
That you drag around
You said it'd be like that
But I said I'm okay with that

My lips are bruised
And I'm left confused
I know you said you want what you wanted
But I just wanna want what you want

My lips are bruised
And I'm left confused
I know you said you want what you wanted
But I just wanna want what you want too

I'm gonna send a text
Just give me time
I'm fine thank you
I wish you were mine
This is gonna kill me
My friends would agree
Gotta end this now so
I don't end up six feet underground

My lips are bruised
And I'm left confused
I know you said you want what you wanted
But I just wanna want what you want

My lips are bruised
And I'm left confused
I know you said you want what you wanted
But I just wanna want what you want too

So I pulled the plug
Pulled the carpet underneath
Friend gave me a hug
From what was killing me

My lips are bruised
And I'm left confused
I know you said you want what you wanted
But I just wanna want what you want
So I could be with you

Please 2003 - Facts Or Cap? That's Facts

wide eyes
fold my hands
hold my tongue
way too young

it's getting old
dissatisfaction

remember
what i
always told myself

i kept hanging on
to the same old things

i was wrong

why'd i
go so far?

mark my words jason, i will return!

listen to this song if you like ducks or smoking yourself into psychosis.

Proclamation

My Friends Were Here

Cigarettes & Coffee Stains

I used to be a big, bright home
Where the lights stayed on and the floors felt warm
You carved your name in the old front door
The walls still hum with the life that we once swore

You built those tracks and caught your train
Then left me talking to picture frames
Said you would call when the world slowed down
But I don’t think I'll ever hear that sound

You're moving fast and I stay behind
Watching your world blur past the lines
The house won’t fall this ain’t enough
I always find a way to fuck this up

The windows shake when the whistles blow
The ceilings crack when the cold winds roll
The dust stacks high on things we swore
We wouldn’t leave behind before

Somewhere, you're still picking fights
With ghosts you've made, laid up at night
Somewhere, I'm still standing still
Like dead leaves caught on your window sill

You're moving fast, I’m losing ground
The tracks keep shaking, the world spins loud
The past comes back, it always does
And I'll always find a way to fuck this up

Things Left Unsaid - Watery Grave LIVE @ The Ice House Pub 07-07-10

Things Left Unsaid

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