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Hey Tucker
03:38
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It’s a bummer I never hear you call
Maybe I forgot or I didn’t notice you’d closed the door
Hey tucker remember the time you fell
Off of your bike so I walked you home till you were well
I think its time we un-add each-other on Facebook
I still remember when you’d give me that deceitful look
It’s a bummer I’d never seen you cry until that day
When you unexpectedly learned they died
And as a matter of fact I can still hear you
In the other room with that corkscrew
I never thought it end like this or that
Hey friend don’t lose your head
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Text
02:36
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I grew up in the old chump city
When all of my friends just said “maybe”
We could go out, run around and maybe just watch the trains go by
And baby you can call me crazy
But video-games don’t work on me like they did before
Its like I’m doing the same old fucking chore
Maybe we can move to Texas
Or Columbus, Ohio
Somewhere I can feel better with less sporadically changing weather
I was hoping that you’d come with me
We haven’t talked all too much lately
Cus times getting tough and these hands aren’t too rough are you sure this isn’t enough?
Everyone seems to be dying
And believe me when I say that im trying
To remain in-tact but my voice still cracks when I remember they won’t come back
And nobody’s telling me nothing
Does everyone hate me? Are they gonna berate me? Are they gonna cremate me?
Don’t they know they’re the same motherfuckers that made me?
Dont know who’s the first to attack
I don’t know who’s got my back
Its giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back
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Rotting out, set free of this punk rock fever dream
I just wanna take my band on tour, maybe find out what the fuss is for
Lonely days and lonely nights I hope after this ill feel alright
Sell out for a little bit so I can cross this off my bucket list
Oh please just let me live this out this once
I don’t wanna die before we cruise the east coast place to place
Oh please scream my songs at my face it looks so great it looks so fun
I mean I can’t be the only one, right?
It wouldn’t work out anyway here’s why
Because I screw up everything
Since before every show my throat gets dry
And I just can’t even seem to sing
So my hands get shaky every time
Could you please write down the set for me?
I mean honestly by 3 songs in, I’ve broken every string on me
Oh, I can’t ever get anything done
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Crossroads
02:57
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I told you its over but its hanging over me again
Your lies from October back when you were sober and I thought it was the end
In a corner of corners its all so close quarters my boss didn’t pay me again
But you still remind me of why im still trying and why I still have my thick skin
Speeding down the highway at 75
your mom said you needed to be back home by 9
But were 6 hours away and its a quarter to five
I don’t know if were gonna make it back alive
Were just at crossroads of lost homes
Im so out of touch and im down on my luck
It takes so much just to make a couple of bucks
And I feel like an under-paid middle school teacher
Constant screaming in my ears, always holding back tears
How can one feel so alone when you’re always at home
And you’ve always got someone hitting up your phone
But its always indifferent, always so detached
Unaware of what’s haunting me, what’s in my past
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Diminished
03:25
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I think im losing it
But I can’t tell if its my smell or its my whit
As if I give a shit
Cus of my reckless driving I think I should call it quits
And I can’t even tell if you’re the one angering me
But this thorn that’s in my side isn’t quite where it should be
Hey man have you seen my phone? I haven’t called her in a week
And the note that’s in my pocket’s tearing holes up in my jeans
This is denton, call it heaven, call it 7/11
Fuck im running out of money and its not even funny
But I think I pulled a muscle so I gotta down a couple
Its a struggle, its a hustle, not to mention bloody knuckles
Is this really necessary? I can’t tell cus you’re so scary
Don’t you know that you’re a joke and you can’t stand without a plan
Forty days and forty nights how can you even sleep at night
I know your parents must be proud of the young boy that they brought out
Of his little tiny hole in that small place he was found
But you know when no-one sees him yeah when no-one’s around
Hes quietly making plans to destroy his lame-ass town
As if anyone ever visits that dumb place that he was found
Is this really necessary? I can’t tell cus you’re so scary
Don’t you know that you’re a joke and you can’t stand without a plan cus
Im not finished, im diminished.
Notes I write in my notebook sitting behind you in class im staring
At the back of your stupid fucking head
Cant start a fire, can’t start a fire without a spark
These guns for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Can’t start a fire, sitting round crying over broken heart
These guns for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark
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Worst First
03:19
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Riding bikes and watching out for cars
Writing songs and wondering if its art
I don’t think it counts just yet
Starting to think that you’re way better than me
By know I know that you’re way better than me
God I wish I could write songs like that
If it sounds stupid to you, it sounds stupid to me
Nothing is working I feel so useless and cheap
If it sounds stupid to you, it sounds stupid to me
Your first record was good, your second record was great
My first record holds up, the seconds just not the same.
At least that’s what they say
You’ve got all the hooks you’ve got all the looks
Toured with all the greats, payed high recording rates
That I just can’t afford
If it sounds stupid to you, it sounds stupid to me
Nothing is working I feel so useless and cheap
I wonder who’ll snap first I wonder who will break free
If it sounds stupid to you, it sound stupid to me
You can only get better if you’ve been at your worst
You can only get better if you’ve been worst first
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I Am So Very Scared!!!
03:11
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I’m getting tired of these conniptions
I need a refill of my prescriptions
Im running out of ammunition, a steady dose of my new diction
No I don’t want Pepsi instead oh no id rather lay in bed
Stare at the books I haven’t read while my brain drowns me with dread
Oh now I know that I look lazy well I guess I have been lately
Trust me baby that’s not it, see my lack of motivation will drive you crazy
I wish that I was still a kid but I know that trope has been outdid
But ive felt 30 since I was 15 and by 18 ill be 50
Gonna watch all the Malcolm replays and I won’t eat until next Tuesday
Makes me feel better about myself but I know its just to me and not nobody else
But my self image hasn’t been clearer since I stopped looking in the mirror
Don’t know why I still have that fear, haven’t thrown up in the last 3 years
And when I fell of the top of that building didn’t ever think it’d end so quickly
I felt my consciousness leave my body as I felt myself plummet to the front of the lobby
And it felt just like the movies just a little less glamorous and a lot more moody
Everybody just walked by quickly, nobody had the time to call an EMT
And I felt my skin melt to the ground as it mixed and mingled with the concrete
And my hair turned into shark teeth that would chomp at anybody walking past me
And my hands turned into coal and my teeth turned into gold
And my feet started to grow mold all while I watched from above as a ghost
While I was writing this song my ear started bleeding
so I cleaned it up and I sat repeating
Im so glad that im alive cus im so scared of what happens when I die
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8. |
Road Trip
02:29
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Lets take a ride across the country come on baby just you and me
We’ll start right here in Baltimore then meet with Stephen in philly
Lets lose the map and get lost lets just explore a new city
Just some time to clear our minds and explore this vast country
Well help the poor, it'll make us rich
Lets take a picture cmon real quick
Lets document all the torment
Of coming to terms with that the dudes we worship are
Dicks they’re pricks they make me sick its a shame that their songs hot shit
Lets start a band right here on the road
We’ll write a song like this we’ll go
I love you man you helped me realize life’s not so bad
When you take some time to just relax, sit on your ass
And watch the grass grow
And on the road we’ll write songs that’ll all be #1 hits
We’ll write a verse, we’ll raise the first and throw the song in the garbage
This was a curse wed soon find out would plague the rest of the trip for us
Lets throw the car into reverse so we’ve got something else to discuss
We hit a bus, we hit a truck so now we’re down a couple bucks
We’re on the run from an old dude who seemed to think that we’re in love
He wasn’t wrong, least I don’t think
Now he stopped to have a drink
Is this love? Is this enough? Now we’ve got a show at six we’ll sing
I love you man you helped me realize life’s not so bad
When you take some time to just relax, sit on your ass
And watch the grass grow
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9. |
Text
02:36
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I grew up in the old chump city
Where all of my my friends just said "maybe"
we can go out and run around
And maybe just watch the train go by
And baby you can call me crazy
But video games don't work on me like they did before
It's like i'm doing the same old fucking chore
Maybe we can move to Texas
Or Columbus, Ohio
Somewhere I can feel better
With less sporadically changing weather
I was hoping you'd come with me
We haven't talked all too much lately
'Cus time's gettin' tough and these hands aren't too rough
Are you sure this isn't enough?
Everyone seems to be dyin'
And believe me when I say that i'm tryin'
To remain in-tact but my voice still cracks
When I remember they won't come back
And nobody's tellin' me nothin'
Does everyone hate me? Are they gonna berate me?
Are they gonna cremate me?
Don't they know they're the same motherfuckers that made me
Don't know who's the first to attack
I don't know who's got my back
It's giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back?
Don't know who's the first to attack
I don't know who's got my back
It's giving me a heart attack
Will you text me when you get back?
And maybe we can move to Texas
Or Columbus, Ohio
Somewhere I can feel better
With less sporadically changing weather
I was hoping you'd come with me
We haven't talked all too much lately
'Cus time's gettin' tough and these hands aren't too rough
Are you sure this isn't enough?
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Combat Ellicott City, Maryland
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