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Swing and a Miss
03:29
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When am I ever going to learn that bridges were made to lead the way and not to burn?
And directions we chose were not for a lack of care, but just to breathe a single breath of unlabored air
And I was trapped like a rat by my conscience and my soul
Forgive and forget is just a threat my ears will never know
So, Get lost in what you think might be
At what cost? We both lose everything
You’ve got it right, or that’s what you have heard
When I said to forget me, it meant I just wasn’t ready
To be the man you want, that you expect, that you deserve
When am I ever going to see that all the cards you laid in place were not for me?
…But a route to make way for things that you say we’ve been. You can’t expect me just to let you get close again.
And I was trapped like a rat by my conscience and my soul
Forgive and forget is just a threat my heart will never know
Because all my needs are spread too thin
And all my sheets are soaked with sin
All the walls are closing in, from all the things that might have been
And that’s how you lose a friend.
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Swamptube
01:34
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I was weak, I settled cheap, let my guard down, fell asleep
Caught my pants around my ankles, let me roped and tied, too deep.
And I’ve had it way too good for me to believe it’s the truth
have I wasted it all on you, or can I believe in a world where you say what you do?
Why are you sleeping on the cold side of the bed?
And am I misreading the thoughts that cross your head?
Can I believe in the potty that’s spilling off your tongue?
The odds are slim to none, but what can be done?
Look out for number one and find out there’s nothing to lose.
So what’s the fucking use? We could talk and talk, our breath would be wasted.
Where’s the action I’ve been hearing about?
The talk is cheap and wearing out
Just a fraction of what comes out of your mouth
Does anything but bring me down
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End of an Error
02:09
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End of an Error
The same old bullshit, different night. I never win, you’re always right
So sick of getting in this fight, your grievances unending.
I’m imperceptive, out of touch. I barely clean, I smoke too much.
I hate Bob Dylan, Bowie sucks. There’s no use in pretending anymore.
How’d we go so long fighting faith to carry on?
We try to fake, but no mistaking, all we’ve built is gone.
I should have known it all along.
In the final frame, the point we cracked, the straw that broke the camel’s back
Left nothing that we’d built intact. We’d gained nothing to show.
And in the end you never knew the time I wasted chasing you
I’d say this statement’s overdue, I’d pay to watch you go
How’d we go so long fighting faith to carry on?
We try to fake, but no mistaking, all we’ve built is gone.
All the game we play build me up to fade away
All we’ve grown has been corroded in disgust and disarray
And that being said, we both move on our own in two directions
on our own, just trying to forget
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4. |
Serving Time
02:44
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Open hop after closing up and I never saw my bed
9-5 is a fucking lie when you’re trying to stay ahead (and out of the red)
So what am I supposed to do when nothing good comes cheap?
So what can I get for you?
Oh yeah, It feel like I’m dying here
Is making a living worth losing these years?
Service ’til you suffer, you lose sight of who you are
70 hours a week I’ve spent on the wrong side of the bar
Now my stomach sucks, my back is fucked, my ass is chafed as hell
Hope these hipsters will tip me well. (There’s got to be something else out there)
Oh yeah, It feel like I’m dying here.
Is making a living worth losing these years?
Oh yeah, The passion has disappeared
The price that you pay when you live your career
I’ve wasted a lifetime with nothing to show
For each cent I make there’s a dollar I owe
This path that I’m on has got me in tears
I’m drowning myself in blood, sweat and beers
I’ll sleep when I’m dead, They’ll bury me in non-slip shoes
Broken and bruised
Oh yeah, It feel like I’m dying here.
Is making a living worth losing these years?
Oh yeah, The passion has disappeared
And it’s evidently clear
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5. |
xEXxXXXx
00:50
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21 and old enough to be giving up on giving fucks
I’d been living all my lifetime living life for someone else
Shallow thinking, in too deep, all the friends I lost were losing sleep over propagandist speech, like “For my family! For Myself!”
Time wasted keeping up appearances for them
Why fake it? Thinking for yourself and not your friends
Preying on the weak to opiate the cold and lost
Wasting life away “nailed to the X” or to the cross
Freedom from your judgement pays, no matter what the cost
The X’s on your hands are wearing off
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Sleeveless in Seattle
03:15
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I found a box of all the things that you’d been secretly keeping, and reading
You spelled it out in simple words, all of the changes you were needing, believe me
Still I just keep on keeping on, I found myself in all the things that have gone wrong
I found my strength without you, I pulled my weight without you, baby
Believe it, you’ll see me, I’m pushing forward
I found my strength without you, I pulled my weight without you, baby
Believe it, you’ll see me, I’m pushing forward, girl
I called you out on all the silly shit you’d been talking about me, without me
You sounded like a wounded deer caught in a trap, you started shouting about me
So do your own, unplug your phone
I wouldn’t call you if my life were ending
Why play the same old song when it’s
Been played out for so long? And we’re
Just chasing something gone, and we’re
Still keeping on and on and on
Why play the same song?
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Boomerang
01:45
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Boomerang, Though I threw you out you still come back again
Catching wind of missing out, trying to re-instate your claim
You were venomous from day one, check the shit-list of things you’ve done
Still, I’m wounded, I can’t outrun the past. Your selfish ass remains
Boomerang, Thought I’d cut you off, but still you’re trying to hang
Keep me underneath your thumb, trying to burrow in my brain
Fought forever to shake your hold, just turn ‘round and fucking fold
This tradition is getting old, my shitty luck is straight up fucked
I guess that some things never change
I’m trying to throw this away, but it always ends the same
I’m over fighting for it, our story sucks, and you know it
I can’t be the only one in pain, so I throw you back again.
I can feel the wind changing here, so catch a breeze and disappear
I can’t say how I’ve felt enough, until I’m confronted by your touch
So the sad truth still remains
Boomerang, You took all I had and flushed it down the drain
Left my self-perception scarred, and my reputation stained
Boomerang, Though I threw you out you still come back again
And you never miss your aim, I’ll get hit by the boomerang
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Dickmelter
01:24
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So hard, We’ve fallen
Right back where we started from, at the bottom of the charts
So long, So sorry
I don’t think I’m so cut out to finish what I start
We’re falling apart
What are you running from? Is it things you did or should have done?
Where’s the reaction, the passion, the things we used to know?
What are you trying to prove? That you win or that I’m just born to lose?
How are you keeping on sleeping, while knowing what you know?
Caught in the undertow
So chase your empty cause, who cares where it will lead?
You’ll trade everything you’ve built for all your absent-minded needs
And just to think, we used to fight, we used to care
But none of it’s there
So hard, We’ve fallen
Right back where we started from, at the bottom of the charts
So long, So sorry
I don’t think I’m so cut out, we’re falling out
We’re falling apart
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9. |
Cell Your Soul
03:33
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Where to go when your faith in youth is gone? They sold you out, it all went wrong
They traded sense for senseless show
Their mind’s are sacrificial lambs to Twitter feeds and Instagrams
and Snaps from people they don’t even know
And so It’s seen, like a match to gasoline, the fire fuels the hype machine
Donate your soul. Just click accept, the debt you built through blood and sweat
Accept the debt you’ve built without regret
Mass decay. submit, consume, obey
Go find your God in gossip magazines
And those brain-dead clones, just glued to your fucking phones
Will waste away as slaves who bow and pray to backlit screens
The slight of hand, The misdirection that diverts the common man
our frequencies are being jammed
And the TV keeps you so obsessed, who gives a fuck about Kanye West?
Or who wore what, to where, with whom? God damn
A dark descent, a sad decline, a generation raised online
who can’t perceive the wealth that they possess
A fight to grasp, to understand the luxury held in their hands
And still, it’s used to shit-talk someone’s dress
All the dumbing down of consciousness, for disillusioned narcissists
who’s self-indulgent selfies find them fame
Just close your eyes and drink the punch, take one more picture of your lunch
To make sure that it’s focused and in frame
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10. |
Whiskey Business
02:22
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I woke up wasted on the rug of my bathroom floor
And the weight of the evening crushed down to squeeze all the whiskey from my pores
And I was colder and more alone than I’d ever been
How’d it get so hard to stay afloat in the bottle I’m drowning in?
And I know I’m wrong and I should accept I’ve spent nights at the bar when I should have slept
But a drunken tongue speaks sober truth and that’s all that I’ve got left
I get it it now, I held you down
I know you did what you had to do
I just wish that it wasn’t true
What can I say? I’m lacerated and always faded
I hope it’s worth it all to you
And though it might sound so dramatic, I though we had it
I wish you saw, I wish you knew
And that’s fucking true
I woke up broken in somebody else’s bed
Lost my phone, my keys, my dignity, I’d exhausted every shred
And I was colder and more alone than I’d ever seen
With a conscious weighing half a ton, I guess this is coming clean
I’ve been around, I’ve got you down
I mean, I know how to take a clue
But I’d expected more from you
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11. |
Just the Tip
00:08
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Those drinks you were given is how I make a living so don’t be an animal:
FUCKING TIP.
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12. |
Hard Restart
03:34
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It’s amazing how quick your confidence slips and falls
And I’m bound to be sick from these blank apartment walls
And I’m more and more dead as the boxes fill the room
It’s a cardboard coffin, half of my shit’s a tomb
And I can see it’s meant to be, I’m fucking cursed
It never rests, hope for the best and bet the worst
And god damn it hurts
I begged you not to leave, to keep from giving up
But what we’re supposed to be has never been good enough
And as our bodies break and crumble to the streets
It whispers in the air, spelling our defeat
I could tell about how I washed it all out, alone
and I found in myself a piece of my fucking own
How we burned it all out, our history snuffed the flame
So i’m bleeding this out, the venom that’s in my veins
And I can tell overtly well it’s not the same
I begged you not to leave, to keep from giving up
But what we’re supposed to be has never been good enough
And as our bodies break and crumble to the streets
It whispers in the air, I felt you shaking
What if both of us break, what if both of us learn
It’s better to fade out than fight to burn
Make me one with the rest, after taking my best
I’m over the shoulder and laid to rest
What if both of us break, what if both of us burn?
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Supportive Parents Minneapolis, Minnesota
Supportive Parents is a punk band formed by people in 2014. Those people played in other bands before Supportive Parents too though. Their music has been described as "Billy Joel screaming 'til he feels he's going to barf." By them. Supportive Parents wants your money. And they want it now. ... more
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