Breathing in Manual

Hollywood, MA

Prod. Eben D'Amico & Jill Blutt

Lyrics:
My skin is made of glass
I graduated bottom of my class
When you grow up too fast
You’re only as old as your damage

I’ll get there on my own
The table’s set the seeds are sown I’m
Acting like I’m grown
I stay doing that out of habit

So run it down
You don’t really need to wonder how
All we really need is thunder now
Seven seconds after lightning 

It’s the devils mouth
Told you you needed turning out
Everybody’s got a story bout
Getting used to disappointment

So cast every one  of your dice 
No you can’t trust no one don’t  get fooled twice
It really cuts no ice
You can't really kill 'em with kindness

I’ll get there on my own
The table’s set the seeds are sown I’m 
Acting like I’m grown
I stay doing that out of habit

So run it down
You don’t really need to wonder how
All we really need is thunder now
Seven seconds after lightning 

It’s the devils mouth
Told you you needed turning out
Everybody’s got a story bout
Getting used to disappointment

Cherish your innocence
In a world that’s too hard
Unwritten covenants
Won’t get you too far

Cherish your innocence
In a world that’s too hard
Unwritten covenants
Won’t get you too far

So run it down
You don’t really need to wonder how
All we really need is thunder now
Seven seconds after lightning 

It’s the devils mouth
Told you you needed turning out
Everybody’s got a story bout
Getting used to disappointment

So run it down
You don’t really need to wonder how
All we really need is thunder now
Seven seconds after lightning 

It’s the devils mouth
Told you you needed turning out
Everybody’s got a story bout
Getting used to disappointment

7 Seconds

Prod. Eben D'Amico & Jill Blutt

Lyrics:
I don’t think I ever really wanna go and fall in love again
I’ve made an art of being on my own
But maybe if you wanna we can take a night and play pretend 
Cause I’m touch-starved and tired of being alone

Yeah I been looking up and down and all across these empty roads
Oh just to feel something more than hurt
I think I caught a glimpse of something (really only heaven knows)
In the space between your socks and your short skirt 

So If nothing means anything at all
Then all your tragedies are empty blessings
Don’t hold your breath I never fall for that ‘cause
I spend my whole life second guessing

Every now and then I think I might’ve found a reason why
Everything I touch turns to shit
But people never change I mean I guess at least that I could try to or something 
But you don’t even know the half of it

So if nothing means anything at all
Then all your tragedies are empty blessings
Don’t hold your breath I never fall for that cause
I spend my whole life second guessing

Don’t find me I wanna be lost
Stop the world I wanna get off 
Don’t find me I wanna be lost
Stop the world I wanna get off 

Don’t find me I wanna be lost
Stop the world I wanna get off 
Don’t find me I wanna be lost
Stop the world I wanna get off 

So if nothing means anything at all
Then all your tragedies are empty blessings
Don’t hold your breath I never fall for that cause
I spend my whole life second guessing

Don’t find me I wanna be lost
Stop the world I wanna get off 
Don’t find me I wanna be lost
Stop the world I wanna get off

Heaven

co-prod w/ Eben D'Amico

Lyrics:
You got me turning a shade of red
I never knew that my palette had
I caught myself wishing that the top of her head belonged to you

You got me right where you want me now
Wherever you’re in my field of view  
I don’t know what the hell they been putting in that perfume

So you can still go to hell
But I’ll always come after you
Yeah you can go fuck yourself 
Just as long as you’re fucking me too 

You got me waiting here by the phone
Just like I said that I wouldn’t do
I’d better trade in my walking boots for clown shoes

So I’m raising and praying I got the better hand
I never knew how to quit while I’m ahead
If you were Las Vegas I’d be a losing man time and time again 

So you can still go to hell
But I’ll always come after you
Yeah you can go fuck yourself 
Just as long as you’re fucking me too 

I’m not your puppy dog
Until you throw me a bone
Do the cat got your tongue
Wouldn’t you love to hear me moan in your ear 

That you can still go to hell
But I’ll always come after you
Yeah you can go fuck yourself 
Just as long as you’re fucking me too

That you can still go to hell
But I’ll always come after you
Yeah you can go fuck yourself 
Just as long as you’re fucking me too

Hell

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written and produced by jill blutt
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co-prod/engineering jack florio and peter duke
mixing alex poeppel
mastering jack mullin

lyrics:
I’m standing in a room of salt
It’s gently crusted on my back
I’m feeling more like an adult
I’m feeling every wound I have
It’s drying underneath my nails
It’s in the pieces that I lack
It’s in the pillars I exalt
It’s telling me not to look back

It’s incredible how I confuse
Myself into twos
But it lives where I live
But I’m invincible once I can find
Just a crumb of your time
To lock myself in

I’m standing in a room of salt
It’s gently crusted on my back
I’m feeling more like an adult
I’m feeling every wound I have
It’s drying underneath my nails
It’s in the pieces that I lack
It’s in the pillars I exalt
It’s telling me not to look back

Unbelievable I could be cured
Tied up and preserved
I’m frozen in time
But I can buy my buoyancy who would’ve thought
The pain would let up
By floating in brine

I’m standing in a room of salt
It’s gently crusted on my back
I’m feeling more like an adult
I’m feeling every wound I have
It’s drying underneath my nails
It’s in the pieces that I lack
It’s in the pillars I exalt
It’s telling me not to look back

I’m swimming in a pool of salt
It’s pressing down against my neck
It’s taken everything I love
And everyday it makes me sick
I’m slowly splitting at the seams
I’m counting sheep and breathing fast
I’ll wish on every wasted dream
That all that salt is in the past

I’m standing in a room of salt
It’s gently crusted on my back
I’m feeling more like an adult
I’m feeling every wound I have
It’s drying underneath my nails
It’s in the pieces that I lack
It’s in the pillars I exalt
It’s telling me not to look back

Jill Blutt

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