1. (We Are)
2. There's A Black Hole In The Shadow
Of The Pru
3. am/pm
4. Shoplifting In A Ghost Town
5. I Saved Latin
6. Postmark My Compass
7. I.C. You Are Feeling Drake
8. Hearts
9. God Save The Queen
10. Your Arsonist
11. Farewell
(We Are)
this is the soundtrack to saying goodbye.
we are making out with desperate days. so turn the volume up high
(you love it). god bless repeat - play nights. heartbreaks
and fights. and all the pretty, pretty kids with the tired, tired
eyes. sitting out parties to be with your headphones. reciting
your last words and writing you last notes. this is the soundtrack
to saying goodbye. for feeling cold like december in the middle of
july (so fuck it). we are dead flowers and pocket change - me forcing
smiles - so tragic baby. we are the depressed. future heartbreakers.
and this is how we sound. sometimes i just want to fade away with
no goodbyes - or anything. i slept right through the yesterdays cause
everybody was in my way. this is the soundtrack to saying goodbye.
we are dropping coins into dead pay phones to hear the sound of our voice.
just to know we're alone. and it's beyond me why people couldn't
see we were the true meaning of beauty. humming "love" with stitches
in our hands. so young, i broke a wall with my hand that broke a
heart with a pen. so young, i was singing "love" in my head and if
you know what i know then you know that love is dead. we were born
just to fade away with no goodbyes - or anything. we slept right
through the yesterdays cause everybody was in our way. goodbye my
loves. you can have my heart. this is volume three of our tragedy.
There's A Black Hole In The Shadow Of The Pru
Everyone I ever loved went down in history... The
blue eyes came, the brown eyes left, and the rest is misery. Dreams are
trash on the side of the road. All starry eyed, tongue all tied, theres
somethings you should know... I could have died with you. And boston is
the reason that I'm feeling so blue, damn you. City lights and colder nights,
i'm innocent (minus the fights) Praying out loud for a Winter of Quiet.
Friday Nights are killing me. I fall asleep, pen in hand, theres somethings
you should know. i could have died with you. And Boston is the reason that
Im feeling so blue. Cities arent a way to cure a disease... And I dont
even know why you listen to me... a Razor-Wristed kid looking forward to
ends... If love was a bridge, you'd be the one in The Fens. "All the kids
are fucking dead." I write, "With love, and a gun to my head." These days
arent gonna last too long(i know, i know, i know...) Im drawing words from
a tired heart. Im drawing blood from a tired heart.
am/pm
i was counting the good things about this city.
the only good thing is you are not here. when you're around it makes
it hard to be what i need to be. i was trying to breathe. i
was dying to breathe. i was hoping i'd never have to write this song
again. the kind of song that makes you want to hang your headached
head. and i was hoping that i would never fall in love again cause
that would be the end of everything (you're everything). my parents
fell in love and all i got was life. and all i ever wanted was to
not be alone. i've been wearing this new outfit called "quit while
you're ahead". your smiles the end. your eyes are the end.
i was hoping i'd never have to write this song again. the kind of
song that makes you want to hang your headached head. and i was hoping
that i would never fall in love again cause that would be the end of everything
(you're everything). just hang your head. just close your eyes.
just hide your heart. hide your heart. i believe that when
i'm gone my love will live in song. this is not where i wanted to
be. i wanted to be. i believe that when i'm gone my love will
live in song. this is not the life i wanted to live. i wanted
to live.
Shoplifting In A Ghost Town
i've never seen so many stars (and i'm never gonna
see them again). i've never known such perfection (and i'm never
gonna know it again). i've never felt so at home (and i'm never gonna
feel it again). i want to open these veins and never breathe again.
because the beauty is dead... since february '79. i've O.D.'ed on
"lonesome" 22 times (but who's counting?). you'd think by now...
you would've died. i'm sorry girls... i tried (scream these words
to me). if imperfections are illegal then you should call the cops.
and they should lock me up. you're such a slave to the crying game
(scream these words to me). we'll die alone. picture me in
brighter days with smiles on my innocent face (did you forget me?)
i only wanted to be loved. i only wanted to be in love (scream these
words to me). if imperfections are illegal then you should call the
cops. and they should lock me up. you're such a slave to the
crying game (scream these words to me). we'll die alone. could
you love a face full of tears soaked in song? i can't decide... i
don't know if its worse to live or die. i am stuck on "never enough"
and the corner of "never again". here is a hint... don't call someone
who just sits by the phone. leave them alone. i loved the first
few days but its no fun playing a game. you always lose. i
couldn't talk to save my life. i couldn't talk to save my life.
I Saved Latin
i took a shot at the world and i missed (amo te').
traded my bow for a new year's kiss. broken arrows and loveless wrists.
tell "j.c." i'm dying in mass. and if it wasn't so cold i'd swear
that this was hell.
Postmark My Compass
i am bleeding through writing songs for you.
if i could draw what i felt then i would draw for you. i'm just a
boy letting go of his heart because the days are like knives. and
the knives are so sharp. one more kiss, so i don't forget.
and then i'll open my arms to embrace the regret. fragile dreams,
fistfight kings. slowdance queens... oh pick me please.
sending "get well" cards to former stars cause i know how it feels to have
fallen so far. talentless yet nothingless. than hopelessly
in awe of you. i want nostalgia forever. if we throw this life
away will we ever have to live again? say "no" and i'm all yours.
say "yes" and i'll still pull. tell the boys i'll see them soon.
your lips were the softest yet. north, east, south, and west...
i gave you my very best. i left my heart in yesterday (remember how
it used to be). i shot myself full of memory (before the world turned
on me?). forget what you know. forget that it hurts.
the "new days" are coming... they're getting worse. i am bleeding
through. writing songs for you. they're all for you.
I.C. You Are Feeling Drake
when your "golden days" are "that was just a phase..."
lose yourself to reminisce pictures and innocence. try to remember
when you felt free and the smiles just came so naturally... you can't
control your age but you can control how you feel. breathing dead
air into broke lungs that once filled your heart with the will to live.
so when are you gonna cash in your raincheck? (and on, and on, and on...)
every second that goes by is one thats gone for good. are you throwing
away possible memories to a frevered life of "woulds" and "coulds"?
we may have missed our chance and we may never be young again, but fuck
living a sick day life. fuck dead beat kids. and fuck your
falsehoods. so when are you gonna cash in your raincheck? (and on,
and on, and on...) i'm not dead yet. ambitions... sorry, but i have
none... i'm just a confused kid with the masses telling me to join tradition...
but i just can't... i'd rather die than live like you. do you get
it? i'd rather die than live like you. you don't get it.
fuck your falsehoods.
Hearts
Dear Eastern Prom, I know its wrong... But its
suicide eyes that wrote this song. For all I'm worth, writer's block is
a bitch. Words falling like bricks for a New england wish. I was an easy
male fuck in the town of "Naive-ity" All I wanted was a shot in the dark,
but like a knife through the heart, I choke on spit covered words... Oh
my god, its happened again. Screaming gets you nothing. One more night
in this town and I swear that i'm dead. I drew a heart around the name
of your city.
God Save The Queen
i ran through storm stained city streets paved
with pain to bring these roses to you. and with sore throat insecurity
you pulled the thorns from my bleeding side. there were winter days
spent in - sulking - side. try to heat cold sheets. hide allergy
eyes... i'm now hanging out with destiny and begging it to get the best
of me. what else can i do? why do you read me like no one else?
used to live headaches. now they're somewhere else... we are handguns,
angel, waiting to explode... we've lived cold lives. but now we know
the sun may hide but the night is always there. so don't anticipate.
it's not worth the wait... what did you expect? status report: i've
called it a day... there's a world of people different than me... status
report: i've lost my voice... trying to be heard over this noise... die
young, or live forever? i'm just trying to get through the night.
see there's this voice dragging me down. die young, or live forever?
i'm just trying to refind my heart. it was always there. just
hard to see in the dark... you weren't even looking. sleeping like
there's no tomorrow. sleeping like there's no tomorrow.
Your Arsonist
addicted to monotonous crush. i even dropped
out of school to catch up on sleep. take the train for hours and
then try to forget where you left your heart. read the free form
poem to your locked door. then i swept those fucks under the cement
floor. if you find them, they were never mine... if you don't, well,
nevermind. porcelain hope... why do you always break on me? (it all
makes sense to me) porcelain hope... why do you always break on me?
i set the alarm just to remind myself that i spent the day all by myself.
this is my story, love... day one to now... background music to a silent
film. you see, the curtains falling down... i helped this city burn
to the ground. they said it tried to make amends, but i never heard
a sound. porcelain hope... you're not much, but you're all i got.
porcelain hope... you're not much, but you're all i got.
Farewell
Whatever this becomes, Whatever words i say we
are the fortunate ones, And when the days are done I wont forget.
All i see in you and me, is a light in the dark of humanity... And
when the days are done, i wont forget... Timid steps, come walk with
me. And with your useless words, come talk to me. There are
broken hearts now on your stereo, but the broken beats are just too slow...
You'll cry, it doesnt change a thing. Kill the lights and let the
rain fall... Recall the memories of yesterdays and better ways And
know the innocence is gone, move on. From this day on we'll never
be the same. The saddest songs make sense to me, so with your sunken
eyes come look for me. 2 hour drives are 2 hours alone but 2 hour
drives are better than home You'll die, it doesnt change a thing Faster
Words and faster kids Faster Songs and faster ends the one thing thats
stayed the same... I've lived through days And I've lived through
nights I've had my loves and i've had my fights... Youve got to know,
you have my heart...