Midwest emo

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This is Old Problem's demo released in 2012
You can download it here https://oldprobz.bandcamp.com/album/demo
You can listen to/download their other material here http://oldprobz.bandcamp.com/

Old Problems- Demo

The laws of being Sad...

Boy Problems - I Swallowed A Bug

Pulled out some pieces of my fucking hair, tried screaming “help me” but nobody cares. And I am not strong, I’m foul mouthed and fucking ignorant. Two years later I’m not different: still made of pieces that will not fit, forever fucked and too dramatic. I wear my heart upon my sleeve like I did when I still eighteen, and goddamnit it gets the best of me. One thing I’ve learned since coming to terms with moving on is no matter what I used to have: it’s gone. Pull out my fucking hair, I’ll die alone and not care.

07 Midwest Pen Pals - A Kick Ass Life

i'm a ship without its captain when you're gone

Song selected for the Top 10 songs of screamo falling stars / 
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Merchant Ships - We Don't Need Luck To Make It

It is too bad that our bodies will die so long before their time. I'm not sure what I miss, you or your innocence. I'm so sick of this routine that's left me buried. Life's become a shit movie on repeat where it's always him, never me. I'm cycling through all of these bad dreams. I did this to myself. I never needed your help. I wish you never said those words to me. Mom, your old habits are making sense. You were so hurt when he left. Regrets and half smoked cigarettes. Six months of trying to live with this. I wonder what you talk about with him. I was such a stupid kid, always saying things I never meant. All your regrets and half smoked cigarettes.

Old Problems- silver medal

Shut up in my apartment thinking of what's now and who I use to be. Close the blinds, I can never seem to get enough sleep. Reclusive and empty feels right for me. All of our old pictures are torn. They've been weighing on me for too long. I can't help but count the ways I blew this one by one. I'll still feel last Autumn's promises in the air. I'd rather be lost off of shore (a thousand miles away). As far as I can get from your front door. All of my best friends' words still can't fix all of this. I would give anything for this to be over.

Old Problems- pipe dreams

This winter came too soon. I'm still singing songs in the same sad tune. You're not the person I knew last year. I stay as far as I can get from the bathroom mirror. Watching "A New Hope" with my roommate is the only thing that keeps me sane. I hate these gray clouds. I guess I'll hide from the rain. I'll fall apart and float away in five hundred pieces. I'll fall apart and you'll wish I was everything I never was.

Old Problems- handwriting

I try to keep my head from shipwreck, but these old problems just came flooding back. Do you miss me all the time, when you open and shut your green eyes? Do you miss me? Zachary's house two years ago. Why can't I just grow up? I see you everywhere, in everyone, and in everything. I hear you in every drunken yell, and Brand New song we use to sing.

Old Problems- stone cold stunner

Couples Therapy

Yeah Yeah Utah

Green Call Her Sims

It's Cold Out Here

our sunday affairs - your trip to italy

when it's raining in the morning 
and you smell the petrichor from your bed 
know that i'm with you, there in some way 
like a fly on the wall in your head 

when the bad thoughts and the nightmares 
keep us afraid of the things in our minds 
know that it's alright, life keeps moving 
just don't let it leave you behind 
when you're exhausted and you're lonely 
and the sadness begins to appear 
know that somewhere, there are people 
who love the idea that you're here 

and when the sky dims, turning pitch black 
and the clock reads 3 a.m. 
hit me by phone call or text, calm or panicky mess 
and we'll go out for milkshakes again

cover taken by https://twitter.com/Queen_of__Hades

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petrichor

cover photo taken by mads

chain smoke the hunger away
only eating one meal a day
on a good day, but the good days
will never come

i got so used to loss
that is sort of became part of me
i lose myself in my head
i lose my patience in the agony

i lost my youth in the fallout
of somebody else

who took advantage of trust
and left me hating myself

it's always there in my dreams
i put myself through your hell

why did you do those things to me?

sit down on the side of my bed
and contemplate the endless nothing sat inside of my head
it's such a slow burn, but the candle
is always lit

i got so used to fear
it learned to manifest in me
i fear the ending of it all
i fear your reckless apathy

i fear that everything's boring
and nothing will help

it's like it's all in a cycle
my dwindling health

i feel the breath of the reaper
on the side of my neck

why do i still get out of bed?

reckless apathy

constantly reminded of my past self's dumb mistakes
wishing i could go back in time

dreaming on repeat, climbing up the staircase
stepping into open air

nicotine for dinner, you ask if i've lost weight
the truth is that i didn't mean to

panic in the bathroom, 'cause the person in my mirror
is a foggy recollection of me

but i have to be okay
you say there's just too much at stake
and i'd throw it all away
if i said goodbye today

i have to be okay

hi sorry this is really sad

get drunk to forget that i could jump
sober up and wanna do it twice as much
drink more, but it’s never quite enough
think morbid thoughts to feel more stuck

pass out in the morning when the light
floods over the empty void of night
and this sickness i can't fight
will constantly ruin my life

'til i pass out
on the floor again
and feel the air under my feet
i’m always falling in my dreams
but they aren’t nightmares
i think they’re omens
of what’s coming for me
i see demons in my sleep
then i wake up

get high to forget how much it hurts
come down, just to end up feeling worse
six years of therapy reversed
by every line in every verse

used to write poems just to cope
so ironic, now the rope
around my neck’s entwined
with every letter, every line

my writing
is getting better
but i’m certainly not
put me in the ground to rot
and don’t remember
please forget me
‘cause every memory you keep
will be more pain on you from me
than i can take

Old Problems- handwriting

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