1. |
Static
02:09
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2. |
Norman! You're Out!
03:34
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Verse 1:
Now you're gone I can't forget,
what could I have done better then.
Now you're empty and I'm a mess,
what could I have done better than.
A relationship based off sex,
isn't good for its success.
Now you're gone I can't forget,
what could I have done better then.
Chorus 1:
Try to, carry on,
grow up, become someone.
Try to, forget her face,
ride off nostalgic waves.
Verse 2:
The wasps nest inside my head,
insists I'd be better dead.
The sting it agitates,
the buzz won't go away.
So I try to change myself,
but it’s easier to just burn out.
So I try to change myself,
but it’s easier to just burn out.
Chorus 2:
What could I have done better then,
what could I have done better than.
Now you're empty and I'm a mess.
What could I have done better than,
what could I have done better then.
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3. |
Running Red Lights
04:46
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Verse 1:
I didn't call you back on Sunday,
cause I didn't want to fall in love.
And when I came off the downers,
all emotions were absolved.
And it's been a month,
it's been a while,
but I still think back to that.
Try to numb your self-reflection,
too much love relies on that.
Verse 2:
And I didn’t meet you on that Wednesday,
cause I was unsure of what you meant.
Ever since I found myself and lost him,
I'm scared of living.
So I just stay alone in my room,
soaking into more cheap beer.
And I'll write another four chords,
about how I wish that you were here.
Chorus 1:
And he said, get a hold of yourself.
You're a good friend,
you're a buddy, but you're starting to freak me out.
You can’t deal with this, kind of shit,
through numbing it, by drinking until you pass out.
Yeah you’re a good friend,
and you’re a buddy, but you're starting to freak me out.
Verse 3:
And I didn't wake up on that Thursday,
cause I was tired of waking up.
Spending days on end in my room,
just waiting till I fuck up.
So I’ll write a tune,
I’ll talk to you,
but nothing feels like then.
So I just stayed asleep in my room,
cause it’s safer in my bed.
Verse 4:
And I called in sick on Friday,
cause they don’t need me anyways.
Yeah coffee makes me anxious,
but I drink 3 cups a day.
And I've been driving 40 over,
since about 6:49.
Listening to constant static,
trying like hell to feel alive.
Chorus 2:
And I said, get a hold of yourself.
You're a good friend,
and you're a buddy, but you're starting to freak me out.
You can’t deal with this, kind of shit,
through numbing it, by smoking till’ you green out.
Yeah you’re a good friend,
and you’re my buddy, but we need to figure this out.
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4. |
Homebody
03:36
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Verse 1:
And I’ve reached enlightenment,
through a plywood ceiling,
and psilocybin,
and a playlist of,
the best songs of my youth.
Cause I needed something else to feel,
other than the constant buzz of what isn't real.
So I left home,
to find another truth.
Verse 2:
And it seems that I,
I want to die,
a little less than I ever have in my life.
And y’know what,
at this point I’ll take it.
And it seems that I,
had closed my eyes,
accepted perspective without asking why.
Because heaven and hell are deeply combined
Verse 3:
And I can see my face,
in the cherry of your cigarette.
As you sit across from me,
and I try to pretend.
That I'm here,
that I’m now,
that I’m anywhere but gone.
But I am,
I’m far away,
and you just keep rambling on.
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5. |
January
04:24
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[Verse 1: Ashton Cavanagh]
You left me outside by
The snow-capped winter pines
You left me out in the cold
Now I can see my breath
And I can't feel my chest
And now we're both all alone
And I'm still not sober
The party’s still not over
But I feel just like we are
So I guess I’ll sit down
This snowbank muffles sounds
I just don't know who we are
[Pre-Chorus: Ashton Cavanagh]
But I knew you were a bad idea
I think I knew this from the start
The familiar pull of toxic feelings
The blunt but so comfortable nostalgic marks
[Chorus: Ashton Cavanagh]
But you were never
Never could be
Something that worked with my state of mind
You were something
You were most things
Turns out you couldn’t be mine
[Verse 2: Ashton Cavanagh]
And I sometimes wonder if
Inside of depressed fits
Would you still know me by voice
But then I recollect
How things degraded yet
How you enabled that choice
When my gut gets heavy
When I've had one too many
I can still hear you speak
But it's just a shred
Of something better dead
Of something gone in a week
[Pre-Chorus: Ashton Cavanagh]
But I knew you were a bad idea
I think I knew this from the start
The familiar pull of toxic feelings
The blunt but so comfortable nostalgic marks
[Chorus: Ashton Cavanagh & Paddy Greene]
But you were never
Never could be
Something that worked with my state of mind
You were something
You were most things
Turns out you couldn’t be mine
[Bridge: Paddy Greene]
Now you're gone
It's not the same
And I’m gone too
But to a different place
[Chorus: Ashton Cavanagh]
But you were never
Never could be
Something that worked with my state of mind
You were something
You were most things
Turns out you couldn’t be mine
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Space Coyote Ottawa, Ontario
A few boys trying to express how they feel through organized sounds and whatnot.
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