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Kids
02:51
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California is dead
The cameras are set
You hated me on the car ride back home
The gas tank read 'empty'
You wish you never met me
I watched the sun blind your eyes through the window
We could get drunk in my bed every night
Never put clothes on or turn on the lights
That'd be fine
She pays child support
He lies on the floor
'The kid has gone crazy' the doctors all say
The color of the castaway reverie is never the same shade of grey as the rest of me
We could get high and go out on the bridge
Hold hands and jump off and pray we don't live
We're just kids
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You called his name out to the trees
The car was dead, the engine stalled
You cast a shadow to the West
I couldn't see you through the fog
You told me 'look the other way'
I wasn't looking to begin
I apologize one more time
Sorry I'm always such a dick
I say I'll try to get better
But we both know I'm full of shit
You called my name out from the bridge
My body washed up on the shore
Your mouth was faster than your head
I tried to help, but made it worse
Your ripped the phone out of the wall
Went through the drywall with a fist
And all this time I was so nervous
Didn't notice you were sick
So preoccupied with taking the right turn at the right time that I missed
I called your name out through the phone
The line was dead, the bridge had burned
The capsule starts to dissipate
I tried to help but made it worse
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You led the sheep to the slaughter and
You learned to breathe underwater
Validate my new complaint
I haven't picked your heart-shaped coffin
You turned the spring into summer and
You woke me up from a coma
Poured a drink in winter's bedroom
Fell asleep and never woke up
And I'll enjoy an afternoon alone
In the old man's camouflage
In the open analog
And I can't tell the difference anymore
In a vessel made to sink and the cage you built
You took the train to New Orleans and
You made your name rhyme with 'orange'
Found the scorecards from old board games
Kept the ones with your dead friends' names
You mistook climate for weather and
You left us all for the better
Sat across from a high school friend
Acted like you didn't see him
And I'll enjoy an afternoon alone
In the old man's camouflage
In the open analog
And I can't tell the difference anymore
In a vessel made to sink and the cage you built
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Chicago
02:55
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If you still love me at the end of tomorrow
I swear to god I'll never leave you
I'll take the seven-thirty train home to Chicago
I hope it's raining when I get back to the station
Girl, you must be growing impatient
But wherever your voice leads, you know I'm bound to follow
My head is spinning as I'm sitting in a hotel room
And I've been dying to tell you
About when god told me he's never coming back
I had a twenty minute conversation with the end of time
He said he saw you in my eyes
And 'don't you worry, I'll make up for the things you lack'
I lit another cigarette and I'm halfway to midnight
Hoping everything will be alright
But your voice on the telephone helps to make everything clearer
I met a woman who had never heard of laughter
She called us thieves and bastards
And she said she saw right through us like we were two-way mirrors
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Mirror Box
03:26
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I wish you'd let me sleep but every night you come back crying
Bones turning themselves inside out, keeping me awake
The ghosts that slept inside my head and occupied my body
Before it was mine are always coming back to say
'I hope you die while you're asleep so you don't have to welcome
The new guests and residents of your now hollow bones'
The legs I never had are running me to unknown places
Traveling from outer space to call my body home
My arms got heavy as I stumbled toward an empty cabin
I hope I never have to feel that way again
But I can never tell if it's the noose or neck that's breaking
Prostrate and always shaking, laying in your bed
The sun, it melts the snow, uncovering the cigarettes
I smoked alone at 3AM while you were sound asleep
Buried beneath my eyes - A dislocated sense of feeling
Face down and gently bleeding, quiet and discreet
I hope you die while you're asleep so you don't have to welcome the new guests and residents of your now hollow bones
The legs I never had are running me to unknown places
traveling from outer space to call my body home
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I'm not having the worst day of my life
But it's not getting better
Falling into the same routine again
And it's taking me nowhere
Keeping up with the shakes and lucid dreams
Making everyone nervous
You're not really convinced I care, It's cool
I'm dodging fervor and interest
We'll live on in these blistered, broken shapes
Effortless and pathetic
Smiling in the face of death again
We're charming with or without it
Never had all that much to say out loud
I'm not worried about it
When the fuck did you decide you're not good enough?
Because I think you're perfect
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I'm Not Gonna Die Sober
03:32
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You went out looking for shooting stars last night
To sketch your face under candlelight
Your hands were itching for a new headstone to carve
You thought you'd see at least a hundred or two
Only saw five, but that was fine with you
In lieu of eating your fill, you'd rather starve
And I've learned to sit still, I've learned to hold my breath
I'm only sort of lying when I suggest you and I
Fall asleep at the wheel of your car and
Stay where we are when we wake up tomorrow
Finally something I can comprehend
Beyond sitting in bed and trying to remember
What we did, why we feel so much older
When'd I decide
I'm not gonna die sober, no
You went out looking for a hand to hold last week
Distract yourself from all the empathy
Eleven minutes was too long for me to wait
The time it took you to undress I spent amused
By how the audience would look at you
You're never happy but you ask if I'm okay
And I've learned to sit still, I've learned to not fight back
I made a game of guessinghow you'll react when I say
'Evolution is stuck in the doorway
When will we find something better to portray than
Falling over and shouting how we feel'
Confessing everything is losing appeal, but I still
Smoke cigarettes when it starts to get colder
I've made a choice
I'm not gonna die sober, no
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