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wake and bake
03:12
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day drunk
03:05
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im afraid of gettting day drunk, i would rather get drowned in my bath tub
and ive been counting on my fingers how many hours of sleep am i gonna get? two of three or four arent normally exceptional. ill ignore all my friends and check on my plants. im sick of saying just what im thinking. ball me up like a dead spider in a napkin. im a trash can, or just a trash man. all im good for is wasting peoples time. im taking it slow, im taking it easy while i can. im cashing it in when i still care and still have time. some time on my own. alone on my couch when no ones home ill think it out. no matter the gains in the end im still losing time.
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lake street
03:25
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moths
02:56
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finally threw a fit for real now. ill be dammed if i cant get this somehow. im an open blister, i kissed with his sister,and i am so eager im acting like a toad on cement, in the middle of the night, catching flies, and she is a moth and im scared to jump so high, i might die, with the moths.
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dreaming
04:51
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that ol one two
05:31
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dimly lit in a frozen crowded room. ive been gone and back to find this hidden truth. uplift my soul to find this solitude. now that ive wandered here, i understand its use. ill count you in to share a tale or two bout this voyage to a quite place with you. but darkness fell where your shadow was. losing everything was the only cause. we are done. we are over. we are through. that ol one two. carry me away in a casket made of pine. hiding in the tress is something hard to find. tell my mother i lived a great life, now that im growing old its not alright.
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polo rojo
04:27
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sponge boy me bob
03:37
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better give me something help me pay better attention or something that doesnt make me feel so down when it wears off. and lately ive been feeling like just keep slipping or walking slowly away from what im working towards. sometimes i cant control myself oh why cant you feel this way? just refill my perscription. tell me everythings okay. better get a job so i can pay back all the money that i spent just trying to get myself here, somehow this feels wrong. and cmon little lady let me just get a word in edgewise before you go busting it up and tearing me a part. sometimes i cant control myself oh why cant you feel this way? just refill my perscription. tell me everythings okay. cause im stressed to the max. im stressed to the max. im stressed to the max and i cant get a fucking grip.
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all thats left
03:10
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i cant see you glaring. tore the picture up of all my classmates staring. i never read a book til 5th grade. figured if it didnt mean much then the story could wait. on time but i check my watch anyway. never thought id say it but i always wish i coulda been real late. brick building where i made out with my first girl, oh god damn i miss that something simple changed your whole world. whered it go? whered it go? swear i feel it like the first time that we met. whered it go? whered it go? cause the feeling of nostalgias all thats left. why cant we ever start it with a blank slate? only wrote in pen cause i knew i had to live with my mistakes. some body told me not to settle for a damn thing, steady does it now, be ready and ill show you how. young buck, used to stare at her gym shorts. and i smoked my very first cigarette sitting on her front porch. MI but it might as well by IN. swear if i didnt love it here then i woulda went there. in gym class never caught up with the rebound. left out in the dirt like a jacket on the playgroud. 3 years never understood the concept. said i never would forget but its all thats left.
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horror
01:02
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