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It's Okay, It's Alright
03:36
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It's okay, it's alright
we're the corner in your fight
When you're down, we're around
with our numbers written down
Just a call, and a cry
no more shame to occupy
Just a day, at a time
no more wandering divide
Make it end, the pretend
with our memories to defend
All the ghosts, in the back
merely shadows of a past
Do you remember when I said it was alright
And you shouted back no nothing ever is
You scramble clench-fist and cry, it's so insensitive
How could this happen at all, we couldn't plan for this
Can your friends pack your bag, just put whatever in
I know I just broke the news but I've got adrenaline
How else could I go and drive from home to Jersey and
Not even let myself cry, am I insensitive
I'm looking back on it now, the way we turned it around
We barely spoke on the ride, what's there to say then
When the world's black and white and simply fading
Just let the radio hum its soothing playlist
Let it break all the silence and the shame in
You ran as fast as you could into your mom's arms
Like a love to a fault that you could fall on
We all collapsed on the floor and sort of sank in
I swore it'd all be alright and I wasn't faking it
I'm looking back on it now, the way we turned it around
Making changes and using tools for progress
Guess it's all that we have the rest is nonsense
Not erasing the memories or the conscious
Simply peeling our scars and growing new skin
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Sunny South Florida
04:41
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You were at a truck stop
somewhere in Minnesota
You were feeling lonely
You were feeling helpless
So you said can I bum one
Went right back to smoking
Eleven days of progress
are now barely a notion
It's funny how we think straight
if only for a moment
I guess that's just our best selves
I guess that's just what hope is
I learned that lesson backwards
running barefoot in the backwoods
I thought I'd find you one day
those years are now my enemy
May all your days
be sunny south Florida
I hope your lawn chair blues
are all you can afford to
Commiserate, with all your friends
how its all the same shit
again
I guess that's just your ghost now,
somewhere under the palm trees
A pair of khaki shorts and
your affinity for cool breeze
You'd probably have your glasses off
maybe even have your chair back
I prayed you'd have your eyes closed
I prayed you'd finally relax
May all your days
be sunny south Florida
I hope your lawn chair blues
are all you can afford to
Commiserate, with all your friends
how its all the same shit
again
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3. |
Generation U
03:37
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Sitting simple as a C chord
I could smell you from the kitchen
You become a generation
just like your uncle goin' fishing
I'm happy hangin' in the background
cause it's your mom that you been missing
I'm full and fattened like a rain cloud
So I just sit back here and listen
Quietly shift on the couch careful not to
Invade precious space or the sounds left behind that
Old brazen young boy from your house
I'm appreciating not settling down
Right where I met you in the same house
I got to know you doing dishes
And every summer going back there (we learn)
A thing or two about tradition
What's a life on Earth without that
Without something to be missing
Like after dinner in an arm chair
With coffee brewing in the kitchen
I would sit and watch TV with you
through the whole apocalypse
We could sit and wait, and reminisce
til the world decides to quit
We could phone a friend, or ask your dad
for his endless movie list
We could watch the world
just waste away knowing we got the best of it
You're sitting sleepy in the front seat
And I could tell that you been dreaming
The way you're rolling to your right side
And the rate in which you're breathing
With New York City in the background
Our morning rested in the speakers
We became a generation
You know that certain kind of feeling
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Funeral Friends
05:48
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There's a type of certain people
that I've come to know,
live on as funeral friends at most
All the mixed up, mediocre, interactions
under unfortunate circumstances
is that what we're after
The days left temporary
under a siege of black suit and ties
that amber backlight sits sad in your eyes
You tempered my emotions
seemed to keep them from exploding
But where were you, where were you last year
You're just funeral friends, no one's means to end
You're just funeral friends, at best
The days go on compounding
family friends and confounding over tears
you made that clear
Either out cold or arrested
and the rest just sit at home there with their fears
I heard you offer your help
but I think you need some for yourself
before I see you at the next funeral home
You're just funeral friends, no one's means to end
You're just funeral friends, at best
You lost your car, you need your space
A job's a job, but here's your face
Telling me, that I'm so dear
But you made it clear, you made it so clear
You're just funeral friends, no one's means to end
You're just funeral friends, at best
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Mamma's Boy East Haddam, Connecticut
SOMBER-CRUNCH
POP-PUNK
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