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Fuck it, Whatever

by Supportive Parents

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1.
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.
2.
Swamptube 01:34
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
3.
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
4.
Serving Time 02:44
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
5.
xEXxXXXx 00:50
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
6.
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?
7.
Boomerang 01:45
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
8.
Dickmelter 01:24
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
Just the Tip 00:08
Those drinks you were given is how I make a living so don’t be an animal: FUCKING TIP.
12.
Hard Restart 03:34
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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released March 10, 2017

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Karl Hilde

All songs written and produced by Supportive Parents

Additional Vocals on Cell Your Soul by Matt Brown

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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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