1. |
Backseat
02:15
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To all my fake friends
with the constant reminders of how I'm being wronged,
I never asked for you to tag along
Or lead a single song of mine
in this direction
For the hundredth time, I'd like for you to see
what it's like to be like me
Disregard all of the times I let you get the best of me
And so much for trust
So much for accuracy
So much for good luck
So much for apathy
And all that I've loved
has been mongering fear in me
Far too much lust
to have a clear view
of what I can see
Called out, our falling out has already begun
The stage is set and deep regrets aren't here
on this premise, but I will
take every perspective to my grave with me
to prove to you that I saw
every side of this
And I may not seem the slightest bent out of shape
But once you lift this curse I'll give this
friendship a break and I will
take what will make my life
exist with less mistakes
I'll learn to kill the devils
On my shoulders
In my head
and in my
backseat.
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2. |
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If I died today, would my money save me?
If my ship wrecked and I drowned to death,
could I still pull that green piece of paper
from my pocket
and ask for another chance
to refinance my life plans and promises?
If you try to pay yourself back
for the time you spend with a lack of
common sense you'll find that your time's lost
and you're slowly drowning
No, not in debt
Did you forget that all of your life
you've been oblivious to the world around you?
At night, you pray that God makes your life better
In the morning you wake up and put on your makeup
and shop for expensive shoes and sweaters
Yeah, you make all that fast cash and think that it'll
lash back with flashbacks of being a child
Never having to ponder a moment
until it gets stolen and your life starts to drain away
On the weekends
you stay on the internet
Advertising your life with balanced light pictures
and "meaningful" quotes as substantial as paper boats
While I'm out making memories with
the people that mean the most to me
I don't know how else to put it
But when you don't succeed
'Cause your life's built on greed
You're gonna realize that your fortress is falling
I guess you could call me selfish
For not sharing my life with you
But out of spite I'm blinding you
and pushing you away for a while
As you continue on your journey
you'll find your heart's hurting and
Everyone you had is now gone
You reach in your pocket and pull out a pencil
and begin to write down what's going on
questions like
"What did I do wrong?
Can I go back
a long time ago?
and trade that time I
spent working for a night out in the cold
with my friends?
and we'll laugh and we'll talk
'til the end of the dark"
"I've faded so far away from who I once was
I'd give anything to go back and change
if I didn't have to sit here in the rain
By myself, in my car
I don't wanna wake up tomorrow
'cause I know things aren't
gonna get any better
Even with my expensive shoes and sweaters
I don't know how else to put it
But when you don't succeed
'Cause your life's built on greed
You're gonna realize that your fortress is falling
I guess you could call me selfish
For not sharing my life with you
But out of spite I'm blinding you
and pushing you away for a while
for a while
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3. |
Key
03:32
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Why is it that I
always end up alone on the holidays?
Right now I should be with my family
or laughing with my friends
But instead I'm in a prison
Inside my head
I could blame it on my new tendency
to drink a lot or the fact that I might
have broken off something with the person
that used to house my soul
And now it's vacant
and I am cold
I can feel
my sanity slowly slipping
I can feel temptation gripping
I can feel anxiety ripping my hair
out from my scalp
And my thoughts starting to exist
without a purpose
I don't even know what I'm writing about
anymore
Last night I drank too much
and my conscious is talking bad to me
He's telling me stop this dreaming
and call you back
But it's taken too long to give up this much
and I'm too close to breaking this up
to hold on
Yeah I've got my knife against this rope
And I'm pushing with my greatest force
I can feel
my sanity slowly slipping
I can feel temptation gripping
I can feel anxiety ripping my hair
out from my scalp
And my thoughts starting to exist
without a purpose
I don't even know what I'm writing about
anymore
I'm beginning to believe
that it's impossible to achieve happiness alone
I shared my everything
saw that my trust was rusting
and our paths were no longer crossing
I tried to make you happy
I knocked on and on your doors,
for years you let me in
I was the key
You changed the lock
and now
I'm throwing myself away.
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4. |
Adjust
04:34
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The stories that you told
described as if they'd happened days ago
Brought tears to my eyes to know about your life
But the day that we first met
I saw a brightness come from your silhouette
and everywhere you went it shined
Where did it go?
Years later, we maintain a quiet distance from each other
Like a deer and a hunter
Like the breezy shining summer
fades to two dark somber lovers
who couldn't spare another
moment now to recover
It gets so dark
when the happiness fades
A smile that used to light the room now
cascades and pushes me away
Well I don't like to be abandoned
But I've seen the worst that you can do and
I'm giving up on you
What happens next year
when I'm still living without solace?
Does my life revert back to pacing your tracks
in order to get our honest falling hearts in place?
I just wanna escape
from the grips of this sick game
My throat's been choked
it's not the same
It gets so dark
when the happiness fades
A smile that used to light the room now
cascades and pushes me away
Well I don't like to be abandoned
But I've seen the worst that you can do and
I'm giving up on you
What happened to the smile you used to have?
Did the light burn out and your passion turn to doubt?
What happened to the four years I spent
dazing off about you?
Did I try too much?
Did you ever think about
what I would be
without you?
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5. |
Graduates
02:52
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I don't wanna think about it
The past twelve years of my life are starting to fray out
It's getting grey out
My world is changing
Is everything okay now?
I spent so many years all in these halls
and I made a lot of mistakes
I changed from a boy to a man
in the classrooms of this place
I came in through those two front doors every morning
and wiped my shoes off from the rain
And it all seemed so routine until this week
then the thought came to me
We're not gonna be together anymore
We won't celebrate and relate every week
Every Monday morning now in an office or hospital
or on the front lines, on the job site
working 'til the day the we all die
The first year here felt so exotic
A new problem every day
The teachers were the predators
and students were the prey
I couldn't wait for 3 o'clock
I couldn't wait to walk out the door
It's so nostalgic in this time machine
wanting to break out and explore those years again
We're not gonna be together anymore
We won't celebrate and relate every week
Every Monday morning now in an office or hospital
or on the front lines, on the job site
working 'til the day the we all die
And during this last week
I look around and see
the people that I'll miss
My hometown, my family
And as the graduate I'll soon be
I will do the same thing
I'm walking down the track
one last time to
say goodbye to the
Class of 2016.
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As It May Cincinnati, Ohio
indie_emo // cinci_oh
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