Track Name: One Liner, Two Liner, Three Liner, Four
we made up for lost time. every kiss on you you'd know was mine. then our summer's discontent wreaked of wine and heat. you know it meant...you're sobbing, "it's not over." it's not up to me. trying to sleep with a chip on your shoulder makes it hard to breathe. did he taste right? did she watch and cheer you on? let's not play fight. let's just call this done. and I won't try to make you feel bad. you can just move on, forget what we had. in a few months, the pain will be gone and you won't have to even hear this song from me.
Track Name: Home After Inland
Let's just make this real. Let's just make this realization
the last one on our list. Let's just start to feel. Let's
just start to feel everything we need to for once. No more second chance. No more happenstance. And wipe that fucking smile off your face. Our story's ringing true. It's all
about me and you, and every single time I hear it I find
something else that I hate. This could mean one thing. Oh,
it's running over. And I can finally live with half way
sober. And no more letting go. No more letting go. This
routine could kill even the best people I know. With enough angst to fill every single empty note.
Track Name: Oh, Happy Day!
Take it all back now what you wanted to be. I know
sometimes it is hard to see. I've died twice just trying to
be me. Wash it all down now with something clear - the start of something (if not a new year) brings haste to the boy with fear. I've slurred every word that I could say. A few times there you forgot about me, and I guess that I saw this happening. Read my lyrics now. Oh happy day! It's a song about you and me! But I guess this couldn't be what you'd mean. Well, I never knew that you and me, oh, well, we could make such a scene. And I guess we'll always never be free. One, two, three, four more times we'll see. You'll put your body in front of me and I guess we'll see just what we need. I guess we'll see just what we need. I've slurred every word that I could say. A few times there you forgot about me, and I guess that I saw this happening.
Read my lyrics now. Oh happy day! It's a song about you and me! But I guess this couldn't be what you'd mean. And you could never fail to see that mediocre part of me. And you could always hope to be much more. (Give it all back) But you've always failed to move passed all the things done to you, and now you're just his whore.