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Silence
02:48
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Say something, say anything.
I know you're feeling down and I'm fucking up everything.
I need to get rid of this
shadow over head, it's lurking and I'm feeling sick.
Just when I take a deep breath
I open up my mouth out comes another regret.
But it feels like you're broken
and I can't fix it now, but here's to hoping.
The silence screaming at the top of it's lungs
and I can't find the words to say.
It's starting to bug me
but silence is ugly.
I'm tired, you're falling apart.
I'm saying lots of nothing, so that we can restart.
I've read your letters, memorized every line.
Got tired of staring at the same damn skyline.
You're a warhol, I'm just another print.
You gave me memories and scars to prove that I exist.
Got tired of waiting,
my mind is deteriorating.
The silence screaming at the top of it's lungs
and I can't find the words to say.
It's starting to bug me
but silence is ugly.
The silence screaming at the top of it's lungs
and I can't find the words to say.
It's starting to fuck with me
but silence is ugly.
BREAKDOWN
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2. |
You Stopped By
03:16
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I'd quit drinking, I'd cut my hair
put some motivation behind my stare.
When the train leaves, I'll be there waiting
lying on the tracks so you can't leave the station
you can't leave the station x2
I can barely speak, and my body feels weak
just 'cause you stopped by.
Don't know what to say, I've never felt this way
just 'cause you stopped by.
Now that you're back from school
and you think that things have changed.
but I still see the same person
I thought about every single day.
2 years have passed, and I can't take 2 more.
Late night drunk dials between 3 and 4.
Passed out on the floor.
I can barely speak, and my body feels weak
just 'cause you stopped by.
Don't know what to say, I've never felt this way
just 'cause you stopped by.
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3. |
Talking To Myself
03:13
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Talking to myself 'cause I'm tired of my friends.
nothing on the shelves, these empty walls come crashing down again.
I know what it's like to be left all alone.
Sanity held together by talking on the phone.
and I'm dead tired of feeling this way.
If I die today would the world miss me?
Talking to myself 'cause I'm the only one I know.
Is there anybody else? 'Cause I'm feeling so alone.
I know what it's like to be left all alone.
Sanity held together by talking on the phone.
and I'm dead tired of feeling this way.
If I die today would the world miss me?
Is it ever gonna stop? 'Cause my life's a ticking clock
moving in the slowest of motion.
Feels like every time I talk, fill my back pack up with rocks
and jump off a bridge into an ocean.
But I'll try to hold my breath, to postpone my sudden death
while I'm just sinking to the ocean floor.
It feels like every chance I get, is a chance that I regret
not taking so what am I here for?
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4. |
Broken Heart Strings
02:54
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There's a picture on the wall with no photo in the frame
and the picture's been ripped out but all the corners still remain.
and it's been ripped to shreds,
but I'm trying to put the pieces back together.
There's a spot inside my head, somewhere upon my brain,
and although I tried to forget the memories still remain.
I think of all the laughs and smiles and darling I thought we would be forever.
I'm broken but, I'd do it all again just for kicks.
I'm broken but, I still got my calloused fingers and my six.
I'm broken but, there's nothing a little glue can't fix,
but broken heart strings and guitar picks.
There's a hole inside my heart, which was caused by all the pain.
and although I feel there's nothing all the feelings still remain.
and I've tried to find someone else, but I don't adore them they way I adore you.
There's a song I wrote for someone and the lyrics chant your name,
and although I'm tired of playing it, in the set that song remains,
but I push the mic away 'cause that's the only song the crowd will sing along too.
I'm broken but, I'd do it all again just for kicks.
I'm broken but, I still got my calloused fingers and my six.
I'm broken but, there's nothing a little glue can't fix,
but broken heart strings and guitar picks.
I'm broken but, (I'd do it all again just for kicks.)
I'm broken but, (I still got my calloused fingers and my six.)
I'm broken but, (there's nothing a little glue can't fix,)
but broken heart strings and guitar picks.
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5. |
Tab's on the House
03:21
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Another Friday night, I should be home with you.
Instead I'm drinking in a dark and dingy room.
I've got 6 calls and I'm expecting 6 more
but I can't get out to answer there's a line up at the door.
Tab's on the house so drink all you like
'cause we're walking away empty handed tonight.
I live for sketchy clubs and basement shows
playing places your folks told you never to go.
My girlfriends pissed and so am I because we didn't get paid.
I broke my last string that I can't afford to get replaced.
When the only fans we have are the bands who are on after us
and the traffic on the 401 is bound to be disastrous.
Tab's on the house so drink all you like
'cause we're walking away empty handed tonight.
I live for sketchy clubs and basement shows
playing places your folks told you never to go.
With echoes of others finishing up their sets.
My phones on silent, and when I get home that's exactly what I'll get.
I always remember to drink to forget
I always remember to drink to forget
Tab's on the house so drink all you like
'cause we're walking away empty handed tonight.
I live for sketchy clubs and basement shows
playing places your folks told you never to go.
Tab's on the house so drink all you like
'cause we're walking away empty handed tonight.
I live for sketchy clubs and basement shows
playing places your folks told you never to go.
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Small Towns Halton Hills, Ontario
We are a 4 piece Punk Rock/Pop Punk band that started in early 2015. Check out our social media accounts below.
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