Written & Recorded by Tessa Mouzourakis and Wynter Bethel
in London UK, Los Angeles CA, and Vancouver BC
Mixed by KES in London
Mastered by Brock McFarlane in Vancouver BC

THE CAUSE

Walking to the liquor store to buy a lighter 
Talking to me, 1969 
and things that people glorify are fucked up
free love, free drugs
Charlie and the Hollywood five

You always said that 
the Chelsea was the heart of the gold rush
But you left New York 
for bigger and better stuff

How could I ever be enough?
how could I ever, how could I ever
You believe in whatever you want 
how could I ever, how could I ever

Could've been a poet in a hotel lobby
I'm just sleeping with your college degree
Wouldn't call you lover cuz it's loaded
I had more to say but you were louder than me

Hopeless wordsmith 
I wanted something honest
and you spoke with conviction
I started singing along 

But I was always smaller than the cause 
how could I ever, how could I ever
How could I ever be enough?
how could I ever, how could I ever 

You believe in whatever you want
And I'll always be jealous, I'll always be faithless
And I'll always be smaller 
I'll always be smaller than the cause

The Cause

Haunted House

I read a story about somebody
Who drove his family off a bridge
I have a feeling like that’s what happening
But I don’t know which of us it is
There have been times you’ve kinda scared me
But I am the one who will not quit
But if I’m to blame then, I’ve got questions
Like what if the gas pedal sticks?

What if it hurts
What if it hurts

Last night I dreamt of the bar in Chinatown
sticky counters and vinyl booths
Playing Springsteen ‘88, his almost country phase
I was dancing for you
I spill your tall can, spill my guts
That’s how it felt to tell the truth
I put my hand up, across the dartboard
And then I told you to shoot

What if it hurts
(You said) what if it hurts
It’s gonna
It’s gonna hurt
It’s gonna
What if it hurts?
What can go wrong,
Will go wrong
Cause you bet that it would
And you stacked up the odds
So it hurts, hurts
It’s gonna hurt, hurt
It’s gonna

Shoot

Vampires

Hands pressed to your thighs as if you could protect them
From the thoughts that you’ve had that conspire against them
Even though you need them to get by
Last chance to be a kid with a cereal box
Had a dream in your head but you woke up and lost it
And you only get a few more candles before you’re too old
To try again, to be a wreck, to get the sympathy of friends
Who see that you’re not there yet, but they say that you’ll get there and then

All all of a sudden you’re a bad liar
Cuz you said that it would get better
But all of the sudden it’s a trashfire
And you can’t put it out, can’t put it out
All of a sudden you’re a hostage
To things you thought you wanted
All of a sudden you’re a hot mess
And you can’t sweat it out, can’t sweat it out

Gets tough being young but you do it for kicks
Kinda hate how it tastes but you eat it with chopsticks
Existentialist, you wanna know what all of this is 
Four more months, it’s just a season
Cut your loss, you’ll start to think that
Things you have are things you’ll lose, 
It’s normal but it’s not the truth

All of a sudden you’re a bad liar
Cuz you said that it would get better
But all of the sudden it’s a trashfire
And you can’t put it out, can’t put it out
All of a sudden you’re a hostage
To things you thought you wanted
All of a sudden you’re a hot mess
And you can’t sweat it out, can’t sweat it out

All of a sudden you’re a bad liar
All of a sudden you’re a trashfire
But if anybody treats you like a hazard
You’re the one with your thumb on the lighter

Shoot

Tommy Lefroy

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