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Drinking Glass Self
02:15
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Drift off the barstool and head for the door
Fade out on your face and fade in facedown on the floor
I'm sleeping you off tonight
And waking up alone
Pull back the covers and wince as the sun
Burns a hole through my brain and pours smoke in my lungs
I'm coughing you up today
And leaving on my own
This is no kind of life for what's left of my liver
No way to treat what's left of my friends
I'm getting better at being less bitter
Now I'm just selfish and lonely instead
It's the closest I'll come to progress
Now you hate my guts and my guts hate me
For the poisons I pour into my body
And the way that I spilled them at your party
From my mouth to your couch
With my heart on my sleeve
And the rest of my insides
All over me and you
I only did what my body told me to do
This is no kind of life for what's left of my liver
No way to treat what's left of my friends
I'm getting better at being less bitter
Now I'm just selfish and lonely instead
It's the closest I'll come to progress
It's the closest I'll come to progress
Well I guess you can call it success
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Manufactured Fear
02:27
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I work so fucking much that I can't feel my soul anymore
I make so little money that the basic things in life I can't afford
I've had so many loves but never been in love
I never had any luck and when push came to shove
Oh, we would always fall apart
So I'm sorry if I come across as being bitter
And I'm sorry if it seems like I take myself too seriously
I'm sorry if I don't convey my sense of humor
I'm contradicting myself in my own apology
I might drink too much every once in awhile
Maybe two or three times a week
The weeks seem to pass by two at a time
And I never move from my seat
I graduated with a degree that I can't use
Even if I could, I wouldn't wanna
I tell everyone I wanna be a teacher
And I swear to myself that I'm gonna
I set time constraints on myself that I can't meet
I swear the ground is glued to my fucking feet
And every day I scream
Shoot me in the fucking head if I'm not on my way in six weeks
Shoot me in the fucking head if I'm still working here
Shoot me in the fucking head if my future still seems so bleak
Shoot me in the fucking head by the end of the year
Oh maybe I'm just giving into my own manufactured fear
I gotta get the fuck out of here
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I met you at the Eagle
Across from our old high school
We sat at our old table
I barely recognized you
We had nothing to say
But we talked all night anyway
I drove home with no heat
And woke up at noon the next day
And I tried to call you
But you were working
I keep forgetting some people are still alive
'Cause everyone I know's a stranger
Everyone but me is changing
I never thought I would say this
But I wanna go back
We grabbed a case of Lions
Sat in the backyard trying
To recapture a time when
We still had time to get it right again
But those were the glory days
That never happened anyway
Gave up and went to sleep
And woke up at two the next day
And those were my best friends
But I never call them
They leave me messages asking if I'm alive
But everyone I know's a stranger
Everyone but me is changing
I never thought I would say this
But I wanna go back
'Cause everyone I know's a stranger
Everyone but me is changing
I never thought I would say this
But I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
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You. Are. My Biggest Fan
01:38
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Hey man, I didn't see you come in
Did you happen to catch my band?
Well that's alright, maybe next time
I know you're a busy man
Busy making everyone think you're so hip
Trying to act like you're above all of this
Finding reasons to look so pissed
So everyone thinks you're an artist
If I were in your position
I’d be grateful every single day
If you think you’re entitled to your seclusion
Then get off the fucking stage
Hey man it’s been awhile
I heard you on the radio
Playing all the same heartless songs
Acting like you had somewhere better to go
I guess it really is all about who you know
If I were in your position
I’d be grateful every single day
But you blow off your fans who listen
To every single word you say
If I were in your position
I’d be grateful every single day
If you think you’re entitled to your seclusion
Then get off the fucking stage
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I’ve been trying to let go of my grudges
All my vices and habits and crutches
But there doesn’t seem to be much left underneath
And I don’t hate you as much as I used to
That said, I can’t say I don’t want to
I always figured it was better you than me
And I’m not getting any younger
But I still feel like a kid
Naïve and only getting dumber
With no good excuse for the awful things I did
I’ve been trying to live like I’m dying
Laid up in bed cursing god and crying
I never said I didn’t want you to pity me
But I will stand up and move on
Until I find a new shoulder to cry on
I never said I was above cheap sympathy
And I’m not getting any younger
But I still feel like a kid
Naïve and only getting dumber
With no good excuse for the awful things I did
I set fire to the good things in my life
Now I’m trying to look on the bright side
But there’s nothing but a black cloud around me
Now I’m living each day like it’s my last
Trying to forget and regretting my past
I never learned a fucking thing from history
And I’m not getting any younger
But I still feel like a kid
Naïve and only getting dumber
With no good excuse for the awful things I did
And nothing to show for a life I’ve hardly lived
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6. |
Grave Motivation
03:17
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We run faster past the graveyard
But not for fear of the living dead
Driven by motivation
Reminded of the fact that time runs out
And life ends
Darkness fell at the worst of times almost every night
We don’t believe in heaven or hell so there’s a fire burning bright
We’re not saving anything for some imaginary afterlife
And we’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
There’s so much to do before we die
It’s hard to sleep and hard to dream
When you know you’ll just wake up tired again
We’re driven by motivation
Fueled by the fact that time runs out and life ends
The story of our past is a book we can’t overwrite
Run through the darkness and find a spark you can re-ignite
We’ll keep our eyes open as the fire’s burning bright
And we’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
There’s so much to do before we die
And we’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
We’re not sleeping tonight
There’s so much to do before we die
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7. |
What's Your 5-Year Plan?
02:37
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Every basement was a speakeasy
Where we’d stay up ‘til it got hard to speak
Then curl up on the cold concrete
In a coma or asleep
And you didn’t wake up for work ‘til you needed the money
And you didn’t need the money ‘til you needed more smokes
Or another case of shitty beer
Or to cover the cover at the door of the next show
Man, I miss having nothing to do and nowhere to go
And the band practiced five nights a week
And the songs were really coming together
And we had just booked a show with some Jersey band
Who were signed and sold their own merch
And it was our first chance to play
In front of more than just a couple of drunks for a change
But the amps blew out in the middle of the first verse
And we drove home in the van in total silence
But even then it never felt like we were losing hope
There would be more shows in more shitholes
Where no one but other shitty bands would ever go
But it was over for us and we were just the last to know
And at the start the summer
It felt like the start of something big
We were in it together
We were ready for anything
But by the end of the summer
Some of us went chasing something
Most of us were home by winter
But a few of us kept running
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Another year winds down
And the winter wolves are at my door
It feels like they never went away
I’m afraid they’ll drag me back to the endless nights
And the sickness of each day
See I’m trying to live with an unwavering strength from within
Leaving the old me to die
Sometimes the darkness in my mind finds its way out
Reminding me that no matter how hard I try
I’m drowning in a sea of smoke
I’m burning, when I try to breathe I choke
I hear the laughter but I’ve never been in on the joke
I’ve been living in the past
I need a shock to my system
I need the villagers at my door, screaming, “Kill him, kill him!”
I need the worst thing you can imagine to happen to me
I need something to quickly and violently take me out
Before I crack from anxiety
Quickly and violently
Before I crack from anxiety
With such little motivation
You bring my pulse into question
You’d think I died long ago
I’m as alive as I’ll ever be
I thoroughly plan my ambitions
Without a second glace
You’d never known
Well I’ve pulled inspiration from the most depressing and darkest sights
From desperate souls contemplating the end
I shake off every horrible thing I’ve done with a simple “Live and learn”
Then I fuck it up
Yeah, I just fuck it up again
I’m drowning in a sea of smoke
I’m burning, when I try to breathe I choke
I hear the laughter but I’ve never been in on the joke
I’ve been living in the past
I need a shock to my system
I need the villagers at my door, screaming, “Kill him, kill him!”
I need the worst thing you can imagine to happen to me
I need something to quickly and violently take me out
Before I crack from anxiety
Quickly and violently
Before I crack from anxiety
Quickly and violently
Before I crack from anxiety
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9. |
21 is the New 65
03:11
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I've been trying to take a break from reading Kerouac
But here I am with "Maggie Cassidy" again for the third time
And I thought by now I would be moved out of my parents' house
And have a place in Fishtown with my friends
But even so
I seem to be
Exactly where I need to be
I'm finally meeting some solid people
And for me that's really a first
Playing songs for friends who really listen to the words
And I'll never say that overused phrase
"Not so much these days"
It was 3 a.m. and I couldn't stop typing
Hitting "Send" took a lot of nerve
It's alright that she never replied when I reached out to her
So I set my alarm for 7:30
Prepared to wake up a wreck
One year before I never would have gotten out of bed
But now
I seem to be
Exactly where I need to be
I'm finally meeting some solid people
And for me that's really a first
Playing songs for friends who really listen to the words
And I'll never say that overused phrase
"Not so much these days"
Messages from friends say, "You should play this show with us"
They'll never know how grateful I am
From the sidewalk, to the backyard, to the basement
Refusing to let this end
Burning the fuses at both ends
And I hope we never say that overused phrase
"Not so much these days"
We'll never say that overused phrase
"Not so much these days"
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10. |
Cannibal Leeches
02:22
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We've got two good lungs between us
And no heart to speak of
We're cannibal leeches
Running dry, dry, dry
And I know it's just a matter of time
Before we're clinging to our dear, departed lives
We've got one bad brain between us
And no host to feed on
So we can't stop bleeding each other
Dry, dry, dry
And I know it's just a matter of time
Before we both come crawling back here to die
But you're the next best thing to feeling wanted
And I wanted to feel something
And I'm the last one on earth who can pass judgment
Because judging by this mess I'm just as fucked as you are
And I know it's just a matter of time
Before there's nothing left of us for them to find
I'm the closest you'll come to feeling needed
And you need that to keep breathing
But we're far from everything but the end
And I'm beginning to believe you're just as fucked as I am
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Corporate Hearts Pennsylvania
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Formed in November 2010, Corporate Hearts is a two-piece,
mainly acoustic punk rock band from Bucks County, Pa.
With influences ranging from Alkaline Trio and the Lawrence Arms to the Replacements and the National, Corporate Hearts play punk rock with a heavy focus on lyrics, harmonies and rippling Danzig-esque physiques.
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