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1.
I drove drunk last night Home, I'm disgusting- No one showed, now I'm Feeding the glutton What a drag, what a joke I'm a TV trope.. And I spent the night alone Slippin' in and out of consciousness, Tapped out of my own existence Got my fingernails caught in the shag of the carpet, Watchin' some old tape, I'm as good as busted Throwing up my guts, it's just like Quentin Tarantino wrote my life I drove drunk last night Home, I'm disgusting- No one showed, now I'm Feeding the glutton Got eyes crawling out my skull I'm just a carousel of broken bones Everything's gray and dull Except the blood coming from my nose Throwin' up my guts, when man, I should just go home Go home, Go home..... Go HOME!
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Dude Quest 02:50
I'm going out, out, out with a bang Out with the empty bottles, the cold sweats Out with the hard falls, all of the cheap gags Out of my mind and laugh 'til the bitter end... It's a slow burn, but I'm feeling brand new It's my party and I'll die if I want to I'm going head-first into the deep end The roof is on fire, and I'm coming up next Burn out, call it a tailspin- Melt down my parts so we can all pretend I'm this cool calculator, smooth operator- "Michael J Faker" When I could be a cheap imitation, Someone who hates us- Someone you wish was dead It's a slow burn that I'm holding onto It's my party and I'll die if I want to... And I wish you all the best, but I swear That part of me is dead, Dead.... A farewell to all that's been done and said, But I don't have one regret Melting in the mirror and I've never seen this world so clear Melting in the mirror and the future's never been so clear Melting in the mirror and my head has never felt so clear Melting in the mirror and I've never seen the end so near Melting in the mirror and I've never seen this world so clear Melting in the mirror and the future's never been so clear Melting in the mirror and my head has never felt so clear Melting in the mirror and I've never seen the end so near
3.
You needed a crutch when you're out of touch, And you're drowning just a little too much You're throwing a stone into the river alone, And lately you've been biting through your tongue... And you're fucking up, Having to clean up dried-up blood.. From your bathroom tub, Lying awake, you've had enough... You've had it coming all along But you're hiding from (Thank god for dumb luck) A life that's come undone Where is your light? You lost it in spite of all the bridges you set on fire There's no cheating grief, and you can't fake sleep But something's gotta bring you to your knees... And you're fucking up, Having to clean up dried-up blood.. From your bathroom tub, Lying awake, you've had enough... You've had it coming all along But you're hiding from (Thank god for dumb luck) A life that's come undone... I'm not stuck, you know Down deep alone inside this hole And I'll drag my feet straight down to hell
4.
Canada Dry 03:44
Cuffed-up sleeves, be the centerpiece Of the garden leaves, and the warm summer breeze Do we all float away, Cuz it's an easy escape? I'm just a human, I can't control it Optic illusion- am I alone In this confusion? Am I just a hazy, lazy sack of bones? Break a leg, like in old age You'll stay the same way Like a stubborn man- You're a hologram, With paper hands, like grains of sand In uncharted lands.. Like a canonball... My head hits the wall I'm just a human, I can't control it Optic illusion- am I alone In this confusion? Am I just a hazy, lazy sack of bones? Make your home in a shallow grave, Working towards a weaker end- Where're you going? Where've you been? I'm just a human, I can't control- Am I dreaming lucid... or am I gone? I'm just a human, I can't control it Optic illusion- am I alone In this confusion? Am I just a hazy, lazy sack of bones?
5.
Turn the page at 21 A cultural phenomenon That tastes like candy on your tongue You crash and burn to hit-and-run, and it's Done, done, and onto the next one Cast out, we're all the same Just stuck with little brains... Cast out, we're unashamed Just stuck with little brains Lost for words and common sense, Stripped of pomp and circumstance, So take your technicolor bath And slip yourself an opiate, 'Cuz it runs for miles downhill from here And everybody's got their heads in the sand- Everybody does it, so dive right in Cast out, we're all the same Just stuck with little brains... Cast out, we're unashamed Just stuck with little brains Dear god, we'll never be the same...
6.
You're so pathetic- Oh yeah, I said it Where will you go when the world starts to notice? Live like a critic, feast on the gimmick Getting addicted to things like a time and place... It's such a waste, And I heard that you found somebody To tolerate, and she's just like you In every way A real class-act, minus the "class" You better watch your back, the girl can't be bothered With the hipster trash, the "avant garbage" And she hates my life, But I think she wants it... You play the part of Her absentee father You're not in love, and you sure ain't a martyr Don't be so modest, I promise, it's obvious You're here for the show, like the rest of us... It's such a waste, And I heard that you found somebody To tolerate- Your little So-Cal, lowbrow Girl Scout A real class-act, minus the "class" You better watch your back, the girl can't be bothered With the hipster trash, the "avant garbage" And she hates my life, But I think she wants it... You're a part of the problem, an uncultured product Of your generation, there's no escape All the things you become are the things that you hate, So your partner in crime is your "one-in-the-same" A real class-act, minus the "class" You better watch your back, the girl can't be bothered With the hipster trash, the "avant garbage" And she hates my life, 'Cuz I think she wants it
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Bruised 01:16
It left a bruise They're hard to lose Until you prove You're not fool It lays heavy on your brain It stays busted all the same It left a bruise They're hard to lose Until you prove You're not a fool...
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Homebody 03:25
There are paintings on my wall That my mom drew when she was small... And there are trophies on my dad's desk, but I've got none, 'cuz I'm just a fuck-up... So I'll stay away and pray, that maybe someday.... I'll fix the cracks, I'm broken up I'll sit up against that wall And maybe I'll crawl but I won't stall... I know that I look better Wearing your tattered sweater So I'll stay away and pray, that maybe someday... I'll fix the cracks, I'm broken up I'll sit up against that.. (WOO!) There are paintings on my wall That my mom drew when she was small... And there are trophies on my dad's desk, but I've got none 'cuz I'm just a fuck-up...

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Dedicated to Ryan Wilson

Art by Jordan Hudkins

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released September 26, 2017

Taylor Berke- Vocals/Guitar

Sam Coughlin- Vocals/Bass

Aaron Masih- Drums

Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Michael Abiuso at Behind The Curtains Media's Recording Studio in Brooklyn, NY

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