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July 4th
02:28
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Always feel like you’re hiding something
It’s not much but it’s not for nothing
I think I’m gonna, I think I’ve gotta get out
Can’t wait on your indecision
If you wanna get better you can
Check yourself in, or just check out
It’s like I’m losing my grip
Feel it slipping it orbit
I’m losing touch with everything I’ve ever known
And as I’m losing control
All I want to do is go home
Self medicating all alone
Every morning when I lie awake in bed
All the sober thoughts swirling in my head
You know it hurts
That I’m unsure
If everything
Is how I planned it
And every night when I play it out again
All the little ways I thought my life would end
But I’m still here
And now it’s clear
I’ll die alone
Just how I planned it
It’s like I’m losing my grip
Feel it slipping into orbit
It’s like I’m losing touch with everything I know
And as I’m losing control
All I want to do is go home
Self medicating all alone
And as I get too high and
Pass out on the Fourth of July
Just leave me in my bed to die
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2. |
Cakewalk
03:15
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So sick of feeling so god damn DOWN
so sick of no one caring to stick around
but you're losing your old sense of humor fast
I'm spending too much time living in the past
I wish there was a way to go back in time, to go back in time
(to go back in time)
don't finish that sentence
you know I don't want to hear it
I think we're both better off this way
(THIS WAY, THIS WAY)
don't get the wrong impression
I guess we've both learned our lesson this time
you fell for it last time
he told you the right things
he sold you the right lies
but you won't fall for it next time
"this years been a cakewalk compared to last"
summers just begun, yet it's moving fast
I wish there was a way to go back in time
TO GO BACK IN TIME
(shred time)
don't finish that sentence
you know I don't wanna hear it
I think were both better of this way
(THIS WAY, THIS WAY)
don't get the wrong impression
I guess weve both learned our lesson this time
this time
this time around
this timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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It’s a shit fact
I know I lack
Everything you wanted from me
I’m lost
My wires are crossed and I can
Feel my mind wandering free
I don’t know
What I’d do if I
Got another look at you
I don’t know
What I’d say but I
Guess it doesn’t matter anyway
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway
I’m talking too much mostly to my own self
I’m getting high to the point I don’t feel well
Losing my friends and my mind is going with them
Wanna tell them stop but I really can’t blame them
You’re moving on so you no longer care
I’m just a waste of time in your mind that’s clear
Happy fleeting moments are getting pretty damn rare
In my mind I need to try to stop getting so high
Sleepless nights
I knew we’d never make it out alright
Hapless lies
Spilling into all aspects of my life
Look at me cause I’m not laughing
Take another look before you ask it
I’m getting tired getting over it
Solo
Sleepless nights
I knew we’d never make it out alright
Hapless lies
Spilling into all aspects of my life
Look at me cause I’m not laughing
Take another look before you ask it
I’m getting tired getting over it
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Postcard
02:53
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Somehow I know that you’re okay
But you’re crying I’m your pillow all day
While I’m somewhere at home
Just stuck in my old ways
Somewhere half across the U.S.
I’m losing all my progress
Where does it all end
It’s not really even that bad
I threw your postcard
In the garbage
Remember Utah?
Remember when you sent it?
I was back in New York
(I was back in New York)
Just counting up my secrets
(Just counting up mu secrets)
Looking for a way in
(Looking for a way in)
Just hoping you would buy it
And it took so long
For this to feel okay
I guess I didn’t belong
Here
Anyway
And in the end I guess it all just was in my head again
Can’t tell what’s real, it would be ideal just to stay in bed
for weeks on end, in my dreams pretends everything’s alright
I wish I was alright
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TV & Phone
04:35
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Ask a question just to be ignored
Why do my problems always seem absorbed
into something I can’t quite understand
Like I’m stumbling through a foreign land
Crash my car into the guardrail
Too drunk to remember if I even cared
Just calling out for someone to help
When all I really needed was to help myself
I’m not staying long so leave it on
I’m not really asking much at all
I can’t stand it when you look that way
I’m never coming back here anyway
It never made much sense to me
Wake up early just to be alone
Unplug the TV and unhook the phone
Just hoping no one can reach me where I am
I’m just a loser standing where I stand
I’m not staying long so leave it on
I’m not really asking much at all
I can’t stand it when you look that way
I’m never coming back here anyway
Can’t seem to get it through your head
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Lame Dude Troy, New York
Punk rock/emo trio out of Troy, NY, Lame Dude is Billy McCarthy on guitar and vocals, Mike Jaycox on bass and Matt Sager on drums. New EP "Getting Tired, Getting Over It," out now!
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