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jack's song
05:22
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I think Ive finally..
Reconciled my youth,
I’m getting closer to the truth
The songs we loved when we were kids
We are no longer embarrassed by them
I’m sorry if I’ve been to hard on you
I’m trying to be kind,
I’m working on my moods
I think I’ve finally found my peace
It’s when I’m by your side
Or walking through unfettered snow
Listening to Evan sing but
thinking of you and how you imitate his coo
I don’t want be left alone sometimes
I don’t know what it takes to be a man
In the 21st century I stand
All I know is I could never be alone
With Missed calls, old pictures on my phone
I’m working up to be a corporate clown
My father would be proud
My body moves but my mind never left this town
I think I’m finally finding peace,
Or am I just growing old,
I parcel out my words,
I do what I am told
One day will I lose the rush,
Will jack and I grow out of touch
Pursuing some investment schemes
Crowding out our hopes and dreams
I want to be left alone sometimes
I don’t know what it takes to be a man
In the 21st century I stand
All I know is how I wound up alone
Missed calls, old pictures on my phone
I’m working up to be a corporate clown
My father would be proud
My body moves but my mind never left this town
I don’t know what it takes to be a man,
so ill sing, ill cry, I’ll take a stand
Sometimes it’s alright to be alone
To Miss calls, but to call back when you’re home
I’m working up to be a corporate clown,
Smiling through my teeth,
my body moves but in my heart i’ve never left Voorhees
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2. |
fomo
03:55
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Oh won’t you tell me what I missed, while you were climbing up there last night
You shouldn’t treat your friends like this
“And after all that we have been through”
I’d say the night looked red when we stood up there but since you missed out you couldn’t care less
The night looked red, it was sink or swim
So I’ll pull my head out from the water
She wants the scriptures on the walls
Spend each night roaming the hall
since we won’t be here in the fall
Just to make it up to you
I wrote this song
She’s diagnosed with “fear of missing out”
But little does she know, i will never let her down
Black hair, plaid skirt
Just goes to show you can’t cover up what hurts
We write on all the vents and walls
The only place where we belong
And we won’t be back here in the fall
So just to make it up to you
If I don’t make it up to you,
There’s so much left that we can do
I hope
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3. |
...graffiti my coffin
03:03
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The Grim Reaper hangs over Elizabeth
But he’s never seen her
He just watches the freight of passing trains
With these four chords and a heart d’Or,
I will lay thee down to rest
I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
Don’t say the answer is in the test
Do you ever recover from the wishes of the night
Do you know what’s In the message of a shooting Star
Do you know what it takes?
To cut the demons from where you are
We have bad tattoos and harmless taboos
Tucked beneath our belts
We can’t comprehend how a life can end
We only know from what we’ve felt
With these four chords and a heart of gold
I will lay thee down to rest
I still haven’t found what I’m looking (mining) for
But did I try my, my, did I
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