1. |
Sleep
03:14
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You think you're cool when you do but you don't?
You fucked it up, you're lost and all alone.
Fitting in, being one, it's not enough,
If you wanna be cool, then you gotta be tough.
Not a worker who does what he's told,
Tired of your lies, it's getting really old.
Conflicting stories, who's right and who's wrong?
Muddle through it all while singing my song.
All I wanna do is sleep, sleep, sleep.
Not sleeping but I dream, dream, dream.
Boring summers break my sanity.
Well I don't fit in with any scene.
What do you do when you're dazed and confused?
Back against the wall, it's hard to choose.
It's not as easy as one, two, three.
If I were stupid you'd be just like me.
I want to change, and you do too,
I want to change, to be with you.
I used to know who I wanted to be,
But now the words aren't coming to me.
All I wanna do is sleep, sleep, sleep.
Not sleeping but I dream, dream, dream.
Boring summers break my sanity.
Well I don't fit in with any scene.
All I wanna do is sleep, sleep, sleep.
Not sleeping but I dream, dream, dream.
Boring summers break my sanity.
Well I don't fit in with any scene.
All I wanna do is sleep, sleep, sleep.
Not sleeping but I dream, dream, dream.
Boring summers break my sanity.
Well I don't fit in with any scene.
All I wanna do is sleep, sleep, sleep.
Not sleeping but I dream, dream, dream.
Boring summers break my sanity.
Well I don't fit in with any scene.
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2. |
2008
03:04
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I'll start abusing meth,
Or maybe I'll just sleep late in bed.
A god damned, fucking mess,
Is how I paint these events.
Maybe I'll cut my hair again,
Or perhaps I'll just get it dyed.
Or maybe I'll just die inside,
Can't kill what's never been alive.
I'm a fucking drama queen.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can't help but feeling sorry for myself,
or anyone else that interacts with,
I'm a fucking drama queen.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can't help but feeling sorry for myself,
or anyone else that,
I need a therapist,
or at least a few more friends.
But I can't retain them,
I lack trust and empathy.
Only when it's not about me,
Half of the shit I say is sorry.
Sounds like I want to die,
I but I swear, that I'm alright.
I'm a fucking drama queen.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can't help but feeling sorry for myself,
or anyone else that interacts with,
I'm a fucking drama queen.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can't help but feeling sorry for myself,
or anyone else that interacts with, me.
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3. |
Everything's Not Alright
02:54
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I know a guy, we went high school and
He lost all three of his jobs.
And why oh, why? Did he do it on purpose?
To forsake his terrible life.
I can't understand him, no one will befriend him
He's not a bad guy, he's misunderstood.
But that doesn't stop him, he's so unrelenting
Talks to chicks more than I do.
Everything's not alright,
Everyone's picking on an honest, decent guy.
And that's not alright,
Even though he's creepy and talks with his god damn hands all the time.
His fashion sense is wack, but he doesn't wear
White on black quite as much as me.
And he's not afraid to do, or to say
Things we think are strange
And who are you to judge and determine
What he's gonna do with his life?
And what I've found is that the losers are cooler
Than the hotties and the jocks.
Everything's not alright,
Everyone's picking on an honest, decent guy.
And that's not alright,
Even though he's creepy and talks with his god damn hands all the time.
Everything's not alright.
Everything's not alright.
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4. |
Pity Party Pt. 1
02:23
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I hope she knows that I care still,
Maybe more than I used to.
But I should really be careful,
To not care too much.
In the end it's all useless,
Considering I'll never see her.
Is it weird that I care so much?
But I could never love her.
Maybe I'll change my opinion,
When I grow up and get older.
But for now I'm still stupid,
Table for one for the pity party.
And I hope she'll never find out,
Or this could all be over.
But maybe that's what's destined,
Cause god knows I deserve it.
Maybe I'll change my opinion,
When I grow up and get older.
But for now I'm still stupid,
Table for one for the pity party.
And I hope she'll never find out,
Or this could all be over.
But maybe that's what's destined,
Cause god knows I deserve it.
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5. |
Bipolar Bliss
03:11
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I am a tool, I am so cool,
I don't wanna leave the house this weekend.
Life is so great, I'm filled with hate.
Ask a girl if she wants to get naked.
Can't talk to chicks, I gotta be fixed,
That's what they said, but I don't get it.
I'll just complain, but never change,
That's the way I like to keep it.
And when I'm older, I will be bipolar.
Won't be happy, won't be sad,
I'll be singing, sure am glad that,
Life gets colder as the grave gets closer.
They say those that have yet to live
Are the ones that say they wished they did.
Stand up, fall down, get pushed around
Try again, but I'm still flailing.
I'm not depressed she won't undress,
But I never really asked her in the first place.
Don't be concerned, there's time to earn
The respect that I still strive for.
You've tried your best, now try the rest,
What does she need another guy for?
I'm growing older, I'm not bipolar.
I'm not happy, still not sad,
I'll be singing sure am glad that,
Things got better, there was no need to fester
They say those that have yet to live
Are the ones that say they're glad they did.
Cigarettes, red, black, white poker chips,
Go on and place your bets.
Let's see how this will end.
I'm tired, plain exhausted,
My phone is ringing but my mind's disgusted,
I'm so excited, who's calling me?
It's never who I want it to be.
And I'm still waiting,
But I'm not praying,
Another life would have been nice,
But I've already fallen twice.
Cigarettes, red, black, white poker chips,
Go on and place your bets.
Let's see how this will end.
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6. |
Bloody Nose
03:16
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Sunrise, missing my eyes this time.
Compromise, for the times we lied.
Keep time, for the songs I write.
Don't fight, feel alive tonight.
Unrest, gives a reason now
Cause we need something, to motivate ourselves
Choices, the fifth time we're making them
Learning, but soon we'll forget this shit, yeah
Invisible, how you make yourself.
Fuck it up, blame anyone else.
Taking blame, not in your frame of mind.
Alright, leave old friends behind.
Unrest, gives a reason now,
Cause we need something, to motivate ourselves.
Choices, the fifth time we're making them,
Learning, but soon we'll forget this shit, yeah.
Makes me sad to see your makeup run,
The sooner you know, the sooner I come undone.
I really, really hope that you're alright,
I really fucking mean it this time.
Unrest, gives a reason now,
Cause we need something, to motivate ourselves.
Choices, the fifth time we're making them,
Learning, but soon we'll forget this shit.
Makes me sad to see your makeup run,
The sooner you know, the sooner I come undone.
I really, really hope that you're alright
Isn't it the perfect lie?
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7. |
Green Iris
02:55
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Thank god for your input,
Happy now and forever.
All questions and answers,
I just want to forget her.
Thank god for your input,
Happy now and forever.
All questions and answers,
I just want to forget her.
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8. |
No Response
03:39
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And she said, "hello, how are you? It's really great to meet you."
"Hello, hey, I'm Tom," and I'm terrified of talking to you.
My anxiety creeps up and down these streets.
As I look at her converse that match the ones on my feet.
I'll shut up and we'll smile, we'll talk for while,
At least until she sees, I'm saying nothing at all.
Or she'll get tired of my "dudes" and "likes"
And my fucked up hair and my boring life.
She's so cute, she's so sweet, with those high pitched squeaks.
When she laughs or she smiles I fall to my knees.
The ocean air, and her long blonde hair.
She's so cute, I'm so not, but at least I can try.
It's been five whole years, and my face can't lie.
The beach sunrise and her deep brown eyes.
She smiles at me, I shoot a stupid grin.
I'm so nervous, hoping this all can end.
And she's at least twice as punk as me,
It's not much, but it's still funny.
Obsessively, obsessing over,
Every single stupid fucking hint.
And staying up so late at night,
Caffeine brains and bloodshot eyes.
She's so cute, she's so sweet, with those high pitched squeaks.
When she laughs or she smiles I fall to my knees.
The ocean air, and her long blonde hair.
She's so cute, I'm so not, but at least I can try.
It's been five whole years, and my face can't lie.
The beach sunrise and her deep brown eyes.
"You can't miss what you didn't have."
Try convincing me of that.
"You can't miss what you didn't have."
Try convincing me of that.
She's so cute, she's so sweet, with those high pitched squeaks.
When she laughs or she smiles I fall to my knees.
The ocean air, and her long blonde hair.
She's so cute, I'm so not, but at least I can try.
It's been five whole years, and my face can't lie.
The beach sunrise and her deep brown eyes.
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9. |
Atrophy
02:56
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Bye bye, away flies the birdie,
Leaving early at 12:30.
I'm not bothered, and I don't care,
You're never happy if you're here or there.
Choked tight around your leash,
When people speak you only repeat.
Don't think for yourself, do what they do,
Even if it ends up hurting you.
I used to care what the others said.
But now I don't make any plans and,
I'm a pervert, a freak, and a loser.
Now I'm happy cause there's nothing to prove here.
I don't believe in anything.
I don't believe you anymore and,
I don't believe in anything.
I can't believe you anymore and
You've lost at every chance you get,
Prove that you deserve respect.
I never cared to change my ways,
I'd rather leave than have to stay.
You don't like me, and I don't like you.
The funny part is that we used to.
When this is over, I'll be gone,
Move on, I'll be happy and singing my song.
I used to care what the others said.
But now I don't make any plans and,
I'm a pervert, a freak, and a loser.
Now I'm happy cause there's nothing to prove here.
I don't believe in anything.
I don't believe you anymore and,
I don't believe in anything.
I can't believe you anymore and
I used to care what the others said.
But now I don't make any plans and,
I'm a pervert, a freak, and a loser.
Now I'm happy cause there's nothing to prove here.
I don't believe in anything.
I don't believe you anymore and,
I don't believe in anything.
I can't believe you anymore and
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10. |
Headlights
04:20
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What would they say about this addiction?
The late nights and unnecessary complications.
Finding out how much she cares,
But now it's a little too late, dear.
I can't pretend this doesn't hurt,
But I have to be strong for her.
And I can't stay sad here forever,
I have to get over myself.
And I'm spewing this garbage,
But its strong enough
To hold onto, 'till the tide rolls in
And washes both of us down shore.
And its all just metaphor for this
Constant mess, and the loneliness
This year, and all the past ones
Leading up to this, same old shit.
Guilty doesn't even begin to describe this,
I'd rather be real than counterfeit.
So why do I keep lying to myself,
And more importantly to everyone else?
This is the last thing I want to do,
But it feels like the only thing I need.
Guess you could say I'm a compromise,
Selfish dreams, broken glass, blatant lies.
And I'm spewing this garbage,
But its strong enough
To hold onto, 'till the tide rolls in
And washes both of us down shore.
And its all just metaphor for this
Constant mess, and the loneliness
This year, and all the past ones
Leading up to this, same old shit.
I just want something like I used to have,
Like a stupid song, or a lyric draft,
About all the problems I cause for myself,
With a little help from everyone else.
And I don't even have dreams anymore.
At this point I'll even take a nightmare.
Please get me out of the headlights.
Please get me out of the sleepless nights.
And I'm spewing this garbage,
But its strong enough
To hold onto, 'till the tide rolls in
And washes both of us down shore.
And its all just metaphor for this
Constant mess, and the loneliness
This year, and all the past ones
Leading up to this, same old shit.
Please get me out of the headlights.
Please get me out of the blue eyes.
Please get me out of the headlights.
Please get me out of the sleepless nights.
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11. |
Modern Problems
02:26
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I'm not admitting my problems,
But I've got my fair list of failures.
I'm much more vain than you realize.
No one condones this behavior.
Stale cigarettes, aging bodies.
Should have known my limits.
Hiding behind the smoke, drowning in alcohol.
Stopping movement, eyes on fire.
I'm not admitting my problems,
But I've got my fair list of failures.
How come, and for how long,
Have we been the oldest teenagers?
Stale cigarettes, aging bodies.
Should have known my limits.
Hiding behind the smoke, drowning in alcohol.
Stopping movement, eyes on fire.
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12. |
Pity Party Pt. 2
04:54
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Every time I let them slip through my fingers,
But why the remorse if that's what I wanted?
It's almost like I'm trying to hurt myself.
I guess my high school phase will never end.
I'm far to obsessed with what I want,
I might never get what I actually need, attention.
I guess I've been flawed from the start.
Every year I want to start over but I never follow through.
Funny how different I am giving advice to myself than to when I give it to others.
I constantly say I'm selfish; but the last thing I'd call this is greedy.
Honestly, I'm probably just protecting myself from rejection, but I can't admit it.
I can't ever write a song about something actually happy.
I don't even remember the last time I truly was.
Every day is just a search for a fleeting moment,
Just one little second of happiness.
But that's okay, that's how I see life.
A monotonous quest for something to enjoy before it's all over.
Some might call me pessimistic. I'd rather not have a label.
I'll just try my hardest, until I feel better.
And I hope she never finds out.
Can only hope she never finds out,
That I care so much still.
You only want what you can't have now.
And I hope she never finds out,
And I hope she never finds out,
And I hope she never finds out,
I hope she never finds out.
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13. |
Undocumented
02:18
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There is no difference, there is no sacrifice.
Lay your cards on the table,
You don't know your wrong from right and,
This sense of humor, it's not appealing.
Laugh out loud, show you're proud,
Like a pig you're squealing.
Four years went down the drain.
Migraines and headache pains.
Show the world that you're made of stone and,
Change the things they thought they'd known and,
Get guns, get paid, get laid, and
Fit into the stereotype.
There is no difference, there is no sacrifice.
Lay your cards on the table,
You don't know your wrong from right and,
This sense of humor, it's not appealing.
Laugh out loud, show you're proud,
Like a pig you're squealing.
Four years went down the drain.
Migraines and headache pains.
Show the world that you're made of stone and,
Change the things they thought they'd known and,
Get guns, get paid, get laid.
Fit into the stereotype.
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14. |
Temporary Friends
02:58
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"Don't let them chew you up and spit you out.
Don't care too much and forget what you're about.
Don't you give your all and only get back,
Maybe only half of the confidence you lack."
I'm not angry or sad, more like disappointed.
But it's hard to not feel dejected and exploited.
The feelings like this are exactly what I avoided.
But it's too late now, it's never been so pointless.
And here I go with the stupid advice again,
If I was so smart then why don't I have a plan?
"Well, maybe this is exactly what you deserve."
I'll put all the blame on me, or what do you prefer?
I'm not angry or sad, more like disappointed.
But it's hard to not feel dejected and exploited.
The feelings like this are exactly what I avoided.
But it's too late now, it's never been so pointless.
Over five whole years of never opening up
to anyone, and I'm terrified of losing it,
Finding out again that with my luck,
I can never, I can never feel needed enough.
It's only a matter of time before you realize,
They became exactly the person they hate the most.
And maybe that's just a cynical way of seeing it but,
You understand exactly how much you're worth when you're left alone.
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15. |
Pity Party Pt. 3
04:49
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I've always been bad at goodbyes,
But I'm really good at leaving.
Funny I'm so good at goodnights,
Cause I'm so bad at sleeping.
I guess I can't complain,
But as you can tell, that doesn't stop me.
I'm so blessed to be in the middle,
I don't have to work that hard.
I guess everything's alright,
Although I may not paint it that way.
So don't bother listening to me,
No matter what excuse I say.
It can't be that bad because,
Everything I regret is about,
Something I didn't do,
Rather than what I couldn't.
And I'll always have that attitude,
Waiting for the last possible moment.
Yesterday I said tomorrow,
Five years later I'll say tomorrow.
I guess everything's alright,
Although I may not paint it that way.
So don't bother listening to me,
No matter what excuse I say.
And she knows that I care still,
I'm so glad she found out.
And I know that she cares too,
So that glad that I know now.
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