1. |
Washed Out
04:13
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I feel washed out of your hair,
I feel left out of your stare.
I would choke before I drank,
To all of his accomplishments.
You said that we should hang out, but you never hit me back. You opened everything I sent, but I promise it wasn’t like that.
I don’t see you anymore,
I’m starting to feel like a chore.
Constantly drained by the high,
Relying on your alibis.
You said that we should hang out, but you never hit me back. You opened everything I sent, but I promise it wasn’t like that.
We walked down the hallway where you told me the time your sister found you there and took you to the hospital.
They would talk about anything just to waste their time.
It’s got me mad, I wanted to chance to get in your mind, to just be your friend. It’s not like I didn’t think of everything I could say before you spoke to me.
You said that we should hang out, but you never hit me back. You opened everything I sent, but I promise it wasn’t like that.
We walked down the hallway where you told me the time your sister found you there and took you to the hospital.
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2. |
Movie Night
02:56
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happily, willingly, yes man please
killing me, so to speak, tongue in cheek
quietly, floor board creak, hide-and-seek
kissing me, you’re a freak, we’re unique
the buildup, i’m alright
it’s movie night, hmm
you’re close up, you gave up
you gave up, hmm
ride or die, exercise, be my guide
we collide, my eyes wide, your joyride
dim lit light, what a sight, i’d confide
we untied, all my pride, your backside
the buildup, i’m alright
it’s movie night, hmm
you’re close up, you gave up
you gave up, hmm
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3. |
I Wanna Die!
04:21
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forgetting everything you said, i wouldn’t doubt it, doubt it
chasing down voices in my head, something about it, ‘bout it
has got me tumbling, and turning, i’m learning
of all these teenagers’ massacres i’ve been killing myself for
it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright
all the shit i get myself into
all the drunk texting i do
is it even worth breathing
i’m past the point of believing
sorry i’m not listening, this happens often, often
it’s not my fault that i cannot pay attention
distractions drive me up the wall, can you please stop
it’s constant and unwelcoming but happens all the time
it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright
all the shit i get myself into
all the drunk texting i do
is it even worth breathing
i’m past the point of believing
all the shit i get myself into
all the drunk texting i do
is it even worth breathing
i’m past the point
it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright, i wanna die
and it’s alright
all the shit i get myself into
all the drunk texting i do
is it even worth breathing
i’m past the point of believing
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4. |
Doghouse
03:38
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he’s the man in the moon
he taught me to tie my shoes
they’re the cats, he’s the mouse
killed himself in our doghouse
he’s the puppet in the play
like a puppy he would stray
we can only hear him now
don’t you miss it in our doghouse
he’s the sweetest boy you’ll meet
he means everything to me
i still talk like he’s around
but i lost him in our doghouse
he’s the safest memory
but he’s in my saddest dreams
kissed my head before he drowned
now we’re both stuck in our
doghouse, doghouse
i can’t pretend i don’t miss him
it’s been on my mind for years and it’s
the only thing i seem to fear
doghouse, doghouse
he’s the safest memory
but he’s in my saddest dreams
lost him in the place we once loved
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5. |
Overgrown
03:51
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hands down, he’s the reason
you cry whenever you see him
i said you should give him up
but you forgave him when he cheated
hey, what’s your deal man?
you got me and all our friends
you said that you had enough
promised you would break it off
but it never really stays like that
you always let him come right back
since this started you haven’t been the same
but you’ll never listen to me anyway
it’s not gonna change or get better if you keep doing the same thing
running in circles you keep jumping these hurdles when you just gotta take them away
he makes your life hell
your the one taking the L
devouring his presence like
you haven’t eaten for a while
you know what i think
honestly this friendship stinks
thank you for forgetting about me
until you need something
but it doesn’t matter what i say
i guess i’m overgrown
you will only smile if it’s for display
you really reap what you sow
it’s not gonna change or get better if you keep doing the same thing
running in circles you keep jumping these hurdles when you just gotta take them away
but it doesn’t matter what i say
i guess i’m overgrown
no it doesn’t matter what i say
i guess i’m overgrown
it’s not gonna change or get better if you keep doing the same thing
running in circles you keep jumping these hurdles when you just gotta take them away
it’s not gonna change or get better if you keep doing the same thing
running in circles you keep jumping these hurdles when you just gotta take them away
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6. |
Oxy (In the Wintertime)
03:58
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he’d walk towards me, then walk right by.
i used to think he was the egotistical type until the first time i saw his father wasted in his spite, and i think that was the moment i realized.
did you ever think of me, you know, in the winter time, the street, the snow.
he said, “for all it’s worth, i might as well be dead”.
my god oxy, you shouldn’t want that.
he told me that his dad, might break all of his bones.
i’m praying, oxy, please get out of your home.
please get out of your home, oh.
i miss the times when we were children.
we were young and couldn’t piece together any of this. i mean how is that fair? he’s not the answer to your anger, you can turn back to your drinking to pull it together.
at what point did it become okay to treat your kids like they don’t mean a thing?
he said, “for all it’s worth, i might as well be dead”.
my god oxy, you shouldn’t want that.
he told me that his dad, might break all of his bones.
i’m praying, oxy, please get out of your home.
please get out of your home, oh.
everything that he had meant to say, it came from his wrist and down the drain.
it’s the loneliest he’s ever been, in the darker days he found ahead.
he said, “for all it’s worth, i might as well be dead”.
my god oxy, you shouldn’t want that.
he told me that his dad, might break all of his bones.
i’m praying, oxy, please get out of your home.
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7. |
On the Spot
03:25
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head’s up! you’re on your couch i’m in my bedroom,
half-torn between my fretboard and the thought of you
wasting away my only days of free time.
you like to put me on the spot!
come on! i know you know it’s temporary,
as if i’d wanna deal with your mood daily.
trying to make yourself seem like a big boy,
you like to put me on the spot!
you like to put me on the spot!
you like to put me on the spot!
how many times i gotta choke up before you realize you’re not what i want?
walked past me while your collar covered your mouth
that day was quiet, it was really nice out
my friends had came just as i got off work now,
you like to put me on the spot!
you like to put me on the spot!
you like to put me on the spot!
how many times i gotta choke up before you realize you’re not what i want?
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8. |
Expecting Things
03:16
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not happy, not crying, i’m somewhere in between
i'm scared to admit it, ’cause i don't wanna lose him
and i, and i
i'm done chasing after stupid dreams that i can never achieve
i'm done giving my everything, i gotta stop expecting things
who told you to drive here at 1:30 in the morning
how come you just pulled through, when no one really does that for me
and i, and i
i'm done chasing after stupid dreams that i can never achieve
i'm done giving my everything, i gotta stop expecting things
i can't control myself, stuck on all the words you said
i can't control myself, breaking all our promises
i cannot help myself, digging all these holes again
sadness is just a trend, so if i cried it'd mean nothing
and i, and i
i'm done chasing after stupid dreams that i can never achieve
i'm done giving my everything, i gotta stop expecting things
i'm done giving my everything, i gotta stop expecting things
i'm done giving my everything, i gotta stop expecting things
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9. |
Popcorn & Cigarettes
03:04
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popcorn, cigarettes
felt you down, no regrets
love you still, holding back
with patience and a heart attack
your breath on my neck
almost can’t stomach it
fantasize ‘bout what’s next
i’m hanging off the things you said
oh, ooh
oh, ooh
rightfully filled with doubt
kissed you there, on the mouth
taking a while to come out
it’s getting even harder now
you will not come around
i was up in the clouds
pulled right out without a sound
never thought you’d bring me down
oh, ooh
oh, ooh
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10. |
Friday Friends
03:06
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here we go again, i caught on fire and
i cannot pretend, that i’m not engulfed in
all the friday friends, the kids with wills i’ll never bend
every time we met, down at the crosswalk i
prayed for it to end, for all the time i spent, and every text i sent, i faked my plans every weekend
so are you proud of me now
are you proud of me now, when it’s too late to say i’m sorry
if ignorance is bliss, i wish you the happiest life that you can live, as for me i will be fine waiting to forget, that we had ever met
ooh, he fell apart so fast, he made it seem like i had killed both his parents, when i broke up with him, or chopped up all his limbs, can you please get over it
so are you proud of me now
are you proud of me now, when it’s too late to say i’m sorry
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11. |
Burn Your Throat
04:36
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(everything you said you would act upon
to the drunker times, missing everyone)
kindly, you're confusing
what is happening to my body
sorry, you confuse me
his words burn to the third degree
who am i, who am i
said that i hate you when i crossed the line
i’m not what you want now
she came out of your mouth
so burn your throat with liquor
from your stash up on the shelf
who was i, who was i
i still can’t be honest with myself
stammering my name
i hope you choke on your words
if not for all that we’ve been through
i wouldn’t tell you it hurts
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12. |
Sorta, Kinda.
02:53
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hey, you know
i’m sorta kinda comfortable
being the way we are, and all
i’m happy where i am
hey, my dude
i’m sorta kinda loving you
and every little thing you do
i always think it through
you’re too cute to ever say no to
smiling at me while i’m staring at you
for all the nights you let me talk
and bring me up whenever i sulk
hey, my guy
i’m sorta kinda feeling like
being with you just feels so right
and we can do no wrong
hey, my bro
i’m sorta kinda here, you know?
my mind is really here, you know?
and all i need is you
you’re too cute to ever say no to
smiling at me while i’m staring at you
for all the nights you let me talk
and bring me up whenever i sulk
hey, you know
i’m sorta kinda comfortable
being the way we are, and all
i owe it all to you
and all i need is you
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13. |
White Moth
04:12
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if my friends ever lost their edge,
the floor would cave into a river dragging me to the rest of those who never felt it.
if my baby kissed me harder,
my heart might fail under the pressure of the tips of her fingers tracing pictures on my chest.
if i put a bullet in my brain it might fill the holes in my head with something.
always stepping over broken glass,
chasing after the trails i had bled.
drinking gasoline to pass the time, when did my family’s screaming turn into my lullaby?
did you ever think these words would be mine? i never seemed like i would be the sad type.
help me please, i’m too young to die.
but even if i live it feels like suicide.
always stepping over broken glass,
do i really wanna live like that?
it’s a lot to think about.
instead i think of the white moth i found by the bleachers as a kid, and all the things i miss and everything i did. if i could go back then i would, solve my conflicts then i would, be more normal then i would.
always stepping over broken glass,
how the hell did i let it get this bad?
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