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Pretentious Apples
01:52
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There you go! Running your mouth just like before.
And I'm not sure how you fell off, or how you get off spitting such constant lunacies. From front to beginning it's something that I just don't understand.
Time won't let this one go.
You've burned yourself at both ends, and I'm through
It's that feeling in your gut that you can't shake when you think about the mistakes that you've made; the things you can't replace.
How could I do this to my friends? It's something that I just don't understand
Time won't let this one go.
You've burned yourself at both ends, and I'm through with it.
And he says... he says he can't hear it.
There's the sound, and you can't change it!
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Sick
01:30
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It's cold. I can feel it in my bones, my teeth ache and break like icicles. And my head, is still burning. Sweat drips down my spine, change my shirt three times today and I'm still wet.
Four shots fired cast away these jaded memories of my heart's desires flushed away with every little pill I take. Everyday. Every single day I pray we won't die alone, we won't die.
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Really High
02:43
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It keeps the skin dry,
And you're too busy just starring at her,
and then you fall, into the dirt.
When was the last time?
I said you swore it was last time
But this fire didn't light itself and now you can't get back up
The saddest part is it's every fucking day
Cause it hurts when you know,
you know, you need it.
It keeps the skin dry,
And you're too busy just starring at her,
and then you fall, into the dirt.
So when was the last time? I swore it was last time.
I've always been high strung, but now I'm just strung out.
Everyday day waking up to the same rotten thing,
Don't you know we've got nothing!
Sweet Nothing.
So when was the last time?
I know I swore it was last time.
When is the last time?
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Liberties
01:31
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And I turn my back, but no one's out tonight.
We're just passing by these tombs.
No one goes right down that road
Take each last step with a gasp of air
This is what it took just to make it home
The city streets are just their hiding place
but I didn't know, so I still walk down them with open arms.
And all that I can grasp is how no one cared to even ask.
It's all I've ever felt, it's all I've ever known
It's all that I can feel with my face flush firm to the ground
Walking home alone too many times down this road.
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Beaches
02:39
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I've got smoke that clouds my mind and it never clears at all.
And I could destroy you, but I'd rather watch you fall right down the city lines you walk the straightest jagged line.
you'll fall
I do this for myself, it's for me and no one else.
The past 5 years taught me that I can talk the talk.
My biggest sin has always been dreaming of places and never going
Change what we're not changing, by moving forward.
Yeah we're moving on tonight, we keep moving on
But I keep getting stuck in the mud
I saw the beaches, saw the beaches from the street,
I saw the diggin, saw the diggin next to me.
another black hole, something swallowing me up like a dark armageddon.
It's the sound of the ocean, that lets me forget it.
So What now?
What have you found?
Were you really just looking for me?
Were you ever just looking for me?
Were you ever fucking looking for me?
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