1. |
Kyuubi
02:59
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My life
Jagged as my hair
Shags below my eyes like a shroud that I can hide behind
How does the time
Fly when I'm at a stand still
Stagnant in my path
I cant seem to move
I don't care (Don't care)
About much these days
Avoiding all attempts to think I'd rather be asleep
I'll walk along
These unastounding pathways
Like a leaky faucet
I cant seem to stop it
Time to change
Time to make things right
Time to give back all the things that I had once before
Time to change
Time to make things right
Time to forgive all the hate I had welling up inside
I once was (Once was)
Was led astray
The people, places, things I loved all flooded back to me
A kiss goodbye (Kiss goodbye)
And a nod back to you my friend
I'll be here in the end
Can't wait to see you all again
Time to change
Time to make things right
Time to give back all the things that I had once before
Time to change
Time to make things right
Time to forgive all the hate I had welling up inside
Time to change
Time to make things right
Time to give back all the things that I had once before
Time to change
Time to make things right
Time to forgive all the hate I had welling up inside
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2. |
Think It Over
03:54
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Sort it out
Breathe it in
Live in doubt
Without sin
Think about
What's within
Cut it out
Pull the pin
I took you for granted
Was in my dreams last night
A neon hallway with you
Mess it up
Keep it down
By the cup
Buy a round
Think it over
Skip the town
Dream it up
Burn it down
I took you for granted
Was in my dreams last night
A neon hallway with you
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3. |
Girl Named Gas Money
02:11
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I wiped out
Yeah I got wasted
It didn't matter what I said and
She said it wasnt good enough
To hold it together
So hold me tight tonight my dearest and sing me to sleep
Forget my trust and memory and hand me a stiff drink
They say it's as sweet as honey
But I think that they lied
They called her gas money
'Til the day that I died
When I woke up I didn't know
Where I was or what went down
I found a note inside my room
That read pull it together
So bring me back with one six pack and I'll never leave again
I'll bite my tongue and bide my time here with my best friend
They say it's as sweet as honey
But I think that they lied
They called her gas money
'Til the day that I died
They say she's as sweet as honey
But I think that's a lie
They called her gas money
'Til the day
That I died
They call her gas money
They call her gas money
They call her gas money
They call her gas money
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4. |
Nights by Streetlights
04:08
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We're all asleep
It's all a dream
Nothing is real
Always learning
Always turning around
The people sing all hail the king
Wonder how it feels
Tongues are twisting
You are missing your crown
So take your sadness
Take your grief
Oh I took nothing
You're the thief
I hope you're happy
Now I am alone
No more grunting we're elite
Things to do, people to meet
Keep it clean
Don't drag your feet
Love the feel
It tastes so sweet
It's the end of the world
You'd give it all up for a girl
Something saved me once again
These nights will see me to the end
It's time to go
I'm tired of sitting down all day
I need excitement
Enlighten me
A sort of euphoria
In a of disarray
I have the cure
But I'm not sure how to use it
So take your shots
Your saving grace
And watch it blow up in your face
I hope it you're happy
Now I am alone
No more grunting we're elite
Things to do, people to meet
Keep it clean
Don't drag your feet
Love the feel
It tastes so sweet
It's the end of the world
You'd give it all up for a girl
Something saved me once again
These nights will see me to the end
No more grunting we're elite
Things to do, people to meet
Keep it clean
Don't drag your feet
Love the feel
It tastes so sweet
It's the end of the world
You'd give it all up for a girl
Something saved me once again
These nights will see me to the end
Get a life, you can't take mine.
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5. |
Jaws
02:36
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It feels right to walk around here
As it is to say it feels weird
Six strings won't do the fucking trick
Drinking until the air is fucking thick
I really miss (Hopping onboard)
Because now (I'm always bored)
Like a chord (I was struck)
Only song (That doesn't suck)
TO ME!
ME!
I'm feeling old
Almost sold my soul
Money was never ever the goal
Looking back on schoolyard days
Sometimes I wonder if I should've stayed
Paid the price that I had to pay
To draw on walls and skate the day away
Got the world (On top of me)
Locked by the jaws (Of opportunity)
Trapped in the house (I'm not fine)
Finding new ways (To waste my time)
TO ME!
ME!
I'm feeling old
Almost sold my soul
Money was never ever the goal
Fuck the pain away
Nothing gold can stay
With a battered brain
God save the mad parade
Bored of the USA
It's with me everyday
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6. |
Dislocation
04:15
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I don't know where I'm going now
That I'm running down a dream
The sun comes through the blinds in blades
Forever blinding me
And what I grasp
Thin as a thread
Spending hours in my head
And its time I got a move on
Moving miles and miles ahead
She said wherever I may go
Be sure to turn it blue
Three worlds apart
Two miles away
From my crooked brain and you
And what I saw
A tumbled wall
Brick by brick we watched it fall
Giving up or moving on
I've got much longer left to crawl
Bury me under these old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these nights in dislocation
I don't wanna spend my time to lay awaste
Without you here
The taste of sun is oh so sweet
And I'll never wanna leave
Can you tell me what it means
To need a place stuck in between
It's what I need not what I want
Grasping onto all I got
And I wanna smell the roses
Stopping for all forget-me-not's
I'll drive past burning timberline
Straight into the fire
Does someone got a light
And I want to know
What its like on the other side
Take another bite
From my aching hands
I am leaving my hometown
Confused by what I found
Scared by what I've not
I'm through calling myself cold
Doing what I'm told
Struck out on my own
Bury me under these old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these nights in dislocation
I don't wanna spend my time to lay awaste
Without you here
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7. |
Relationship
03:25
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Don't wanna admit I've got a problem because that makes it real
Don't know how to feel
Things are always better next time
Don't wanna pretend I've got a life because that makes it mine
So I waste my time
Always at a business disco
I see every bottle pointed at me
I keep with the spirit
Nonexistent next girl
Don't know how to be in a relationship
-ship
-ship
I'm making cards in November for my valentine
Drinking cherry wine
Washing out my head with dish soap
Don't wanna be the reason for season 'cause it cuffs my neck
The joker of the deck
Just check my vitals or kick me
I see every bottle pointed at me
I keep with the spirit
Nonexistent next girl
Don't know how to be in a relationship
-ship
-ship
Don't know how to be in a relationship
Don't know how to be in a relationship
-ship
-ship
-ship
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8. |
Take Care
03:34
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I ain't got no problems with ya
I just got one with myself
And until my name rests on a tombstone
I'll just sit here on the shelf
So now we're playing catch up
While we're running out of time
I've got a bone to pick with a mistress's grin
Please, please be the wind to my sail
I'm just a man who can't move the mountains with his bare hands
Boy shackled his ball and chain heroin
Stop holding your breath
I've stopped holding my breath
I'm still an enemy
So tell me what you think
I'm still around in your head
It's all thats left of me
What it means to leave behind a legacy
I'm gripping at a thread with nothing left unsaid
Keep me awake with the stakes of just losing my head
So take care the hands you count on
And the lungs gone on the mend
You can take a breath and push out your chest and tear them wide open
Whoah
I'm just a man who can't move the mountains with his bare hands
Boy shackled his ball and chain heroin
Stop holding your breath
I've stopped holding my breath
I'm still an enemy
So tell me what you think
I'm still around in your head
It's all thats left of me
What it means to leave behind a legacy
I'm gripping at a thread with nothing left unsaid
Keep me awake with the stakes of just losing my head
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9. |
Remedy
04:23
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Wasting time
With thoughts that hold us down
Glasses raising
Wasting breath
On fighting words to a kid
That don't know better
Tasting air
Fills up the famished minds
To remedy this
Taking one step
Getting some rest
Piecing what's left
Anything less is theft
Anything less is theft
Faking smiles
Doesn't do you any good
But you need to
Breaking hearts
Are good stories to tell
When they come along
Smell perfume
Like a calming wave
That you can see through
Taking one step
Getting some rest
Piecing what's left
Anything less is theft
Taking one step
Getting some rest
Piecing what's left
Anything less is theft
Anything less is theft
Taking one step
Getting some rest
Piecing what's left
Anything less is theft
Taking one step
Getting some rest
Piecing what's left
Anything less is theft
Anything less is theft
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