- Apartment
The first time I saw you was in your apartment
I had followed my friends single-file through the darkness
I looked your direction for excessive inspection
And I could not muster the courage to say a single word
For a while we were playing this game that your friends bought
But everyone cheated and no one could spell
You didn't say much of anything
- Best Friend
I'm the best friend you have in this town, or at least you tell me so
I'm the only one you talk to day and night
But your days and nights must be slow, your days and nights must be slow
I'm the best friend you have in this town, or at least you tell me that
I must be the under-the-carpet, dirty little secret
You wish you never had, you wish you never had.
- Broken Cash Machine
Home alone on Friday night, no better time for exercise and wishing you were still my girlfriend. Sweeping floors and folding napkins, praying something cool might happen: the sun explodes, we die, the world ends. Talking to my friends about stuff, nasty beer, and plastic handcuffs back when them, and you, and me would share our space in harmony. Oh, why did I do that? Why does everything collapse even when it's glued together? Hey, why did I do that? I make everything collapse even when it's glued together. Questioning my awkward footing, mixing bitter pills with chocolate pudding, hiding gifted fixtures. Trying not to say words out loud, wondering if I'm talking too loud. My eyes burning holes in your old pictures. Fuck you, why did I do that? It's your fault I can't relax. But nothing's changing while I'm sitting here with both hands glued together.
- Casket
Though you might think you're cute
It's not so giggly, when you prance around acting like you're a somebody
Growing up in this good for nothing town
Saying "I'm gonna make, I'll get out"
Well good luck, when all you'll ever be
Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me
Otherwise, with actions you hold with dignity
- Coals
Dead dreams and debauchery scenes
I spent the last 3 bucks
On the last thing that I’ll need
There’s no way that I’ll end in the black for this term
Guess I got a lot to learn
Eight hours on the top of a bus
Just to find out in the end
- Cooke
I’m circling the drain
with all my problems in hand
Well I gotta’ pretty good hand I’d say
But these new caskets crack the same
The first few stones are the worst
They fall in unnoticed
And scare you for more than they’re worth
- Everyday
You hold my hand
You hold your liquor
Projection screen
Hot scene sticks flicker
You gave me time a tiny taste
Of your truth
I was starved and you were full
I drove back home
- Fine, Great
I hate worrying about the future
Cause all my current problems are based around the past
And I hate when you call me late at night
Just to check in to make sure I got nothing to be sad about
But it's alright
And I'm okay
I won't need your help, anyway
Ah, well
- Going To Bed Now
What do you give someone
Who's already got one of everything you thought would be the perfect
Accoutrement to their unnerving temperament?
Attention
What could a lowly peasant being like myself
Offer a perfect pleasant savior of humanity
The redeemer of us sickly, sinning hillbillies?
- Home
Blind of our futures
Destined to shoes we know won't fit
Riding high amongst the ignorance
I'm guessing for the bliss
Counting down the days and hours till we meet again
I'll scream through all these trees
This voice I'll project
- Hope
I speak soft hoping you’ll hear me
Not too busy searching for your head and heart
I sing loud but only in the beginning just to grab your attention
Will you bare witness to these words that have been so hard to find.
Look at me when I say
I’m not just another one of your fucking push-aways
In your life all you’ve seen, so sick and tired of all those movie scenes
- Hours Outside In The Snow
I spent all of Christmas Eve fake angry at you for
Who knows what now or then and you spoke so fast
I just sat back relaxed and took you all in
I spent all of Christmas Eve trying to get warmer
After standing outside for hours knowing at this point
I’d be lucky to get any sleep
- I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once
I saw you from the bottom of the stairs before you knew I was coming
And though nervous and scared, I lingered on
I heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights
So ill force upon every word I’ve brushed up on
Since knowing we wont speak like this again
You gotta’ certain who knows what about you
And I gotta’ small amount of time
- infinity exposed
It's not fair. All is wrong, again.
I'm not right; content with regret.
And it's so late. And I'm so tired, again.
Yet, wide awake. Forget what you said...
Catch me wasting away, or whatever.
Spend all my time, confined to home.
Forget what you said, why bother?
- Mass
Pulled over at midday
The joker's still wet behind the ears
He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station
The glue sets beneath our heels
My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless
Sunset sing my scratched-out, sighing soul to sleep
- Notes
Dear long dark hair,
I write cause I know you'll forget
You could be
Sea green in a wastebasket tomorrow
No repulsion toward my premature indulgences
If you can't recall a word I said
Not like those cheekbones
That crooked nose
- Phone tag
Don't call me now, I am in bed
I've sacrificed all chances for street cred
As a result of sticking near
The same bad time for thirteen years
But you know this
I've said before
There's a lot of things I've said before
- Re-do
I wanna start from the top, maybe like a do-over
replace the voices in my head with blind innocence
I wanna complete re-do, maybe change my name
Report the loses grab the claim, it’s a shame it's such a shame
We’re pissing away our time cause we’re pissing away these beers
No monumental moment ever came from saying
“Come on dude, just take one more shot”
- Re-done
She said
" Lets start from the top just rid of everything
Like: the notes in your pockets the text you're always locking
And if it's all the same; forget all of those lines where you mention my smile.
You gotta’ lot of nerve complimenting me through choruses and rhyme
But I know how you get from time to time:
‘We'll do this and that, travel the map’
- Rock Bottom
Is he here? Are you making out?
I can you hear you guys on the couch
Shut up. Make out.
Do something already. I'm waiting
After reading that text from your friends
I start losing all my confidence
So I'll stay tired, I know soon I'll be bailing
- See Ya, Sucker
I reckon you grew up in a town that said “reckon” all the time
All your time so vile yet concrete
And I heard little rumors here and there
Little peeps that you may never leave
Well here goes nothing I mean everything
Finger crossed every morning
After a night of no sleep wondering if it will ever be me
- Short
You're a love searching urchin, worst part you're not one of a kind
You're the beat of my heart when I'm up late at night
You're the "baby why haven't we kissed yet"
You are, all I see is a sunset and your silhouette
You're just another girl and I'm just another boy
I'll try to make you fall for me but all you'll say is
"Don't enjoy our time together because it's short"
- Tears Over Beers
When I was just a boy, we'll call it 15 or so,
I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones
That girl who's next to me, she found herself bored to tears
She realized that if she wanted conversation, she's out of luck for three more years
When I moved away from home, 100 miles or so,
I knew a change had grown inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones
That girl who's next to me, she's friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty,
- The Thrash Particle
Didn’t watch your ex’s set
I just left and thought about you;
Like when your teeth graze those lips
When you begin to smile
Later, you took my hand
You lead us to the doorway
But you let go of me
- The Waterboy Returns
Hey you, that's no way out.
You can't find help in a bottle or a cut.
They'll choose the wrong way to remember you.
They'll find the wrong words to say...
Hey man, whatcha thinking about?
Not to be blunt, but haven't heard from you in days.
Are you okay? You can talk to me.
Do you have anything to say?
- The Weekend
Though I seem cool, calm and collected making my way to Hipster with Glasses was a little more than just nerve wrackin' kinda just counted on her to turn me into goo
Praise whatever it ended with a smile cause for a bit, a tad, a little while I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks like "he's so cute" and "whatever you want"s
Though the white jacket didn't fit the friends I came with did, perfectly. Snugged right to my body like sad movies and late night drinks
Could of guessed by the end of the hour there was more than just a little smile on my face. Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off I had to leave, but all has to end.
- This Song Is Gonna Buy Brendan Lukens a New Pair Of Socks
[Verse 1]
I don't like you
And I don't have to
If I said it once I only said it once
Play my records
And read my stories
And I won't see you unless I have to
- Timmy Bowers
Wait a minute cause I've been living
More like a piece of shit without you
And I've been spending your past killings
Trying to drink my way out of this groove
Wait a minute cause I've been living
More like a piece of shit without you
And I've been spending your past killings
- Two Good Things
trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard
failing miserably at everything including that
making plans in my head right before I go to sleep
trying to think of who could make a better me than me
maybe I'll shoot him an email,
maybe he'll give it a go
then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode
- voting early
tonight we'll watch the presidential candidates debate
and I'll bike 17 blocks down haverford avenue to buy a case
and we'll pretend to know our facts
as we verbally castrate the GOP
and make our parents proud by voting early
but whatever the out come next year
- Wedding Singer
Find it hard to believe tonight
In a curiously well-kept house built before I was born
This year, we're gonna stamp out the sorry feeling
Rain on summer vacation five blocks from Tasker-Morris Station
Fucked for the ride home if I can't find two bills to rub together before
Midnight rolls around
I thought you heard me sing your spirit's sound
- Your Graduation
It's been three whole years of me thinking about you every day
Sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing
Saw you from the bottom of the staircase
Stood out for hours as you complained
About how you haven't seen your friends yet
That you're too drunk to stand and
You not knowing if you can love him forever