1. Everyday Balloons
2. Dinner's For Suckers
3. The Ratio Of People To Cake
4. Never Heard Of Corduroy
5. Banned From Teen Arts
6. Risk Management
7. Drop The Pop
8. Bizzaro Me
9. Nods To Nothing
10. Ice Cream With The Enemy
11. The Affiliates
12. Zero Tolerance Drum Policy
13. M.A.T.T.H.
14. Wishing There Were Walkways
Everyday Balloons
It's more than fists and phrases. It goes
beyond life's little changes. It's not enough. Banks, bombs,
coffee shops, and everything I own. I can't even think a second without
my thoughts coming down to wreck it. Know what I'm saying?
Spirit's been gone for months. When is it coming home? These
hangups alone are cutting me down, hurting my ears. Chomp at the
bit and bite at the masses. Everyday I miss it. I practice
petty fucking myths to fix it... just for a while. Shelve it with
the rest of me. Next to the faith I've loaned. I sore my throat
to get it. I tune it in and turn it up to forget it. That's
how it happens. Stage fright therapy is the only help I own.
These hangups alone are cutting me down, hurting my ears. Chomp at
the bit and bite at the masses. Whoa. Forgot whose in control.
I'm killing what kills. Healing what hurts. Smile at the world.
Destroying these feelings. And we say, "Whoa, whoa." And we
say, "Whoa, whoa."
Dinner's For Suckers
Let's go. Stop. Drop the medicine.
I don't feel normal. I never did. Room start spinning.
Make boredom useful and back again. Come home, too fucked to know
what side's up or side's down. My senses stayed for another round.
Don't feel the setup. Don't feel the sting. Only feel the fatique
where the body used to break. Don't feel the setup. Don't feel
the sting, yeah, and I want... Wake up hardly remembering, but softly
knowing that I was king. Short lived. Could be imagining that
things were simple, but easily I wake up not knowing what's up. Went
down. Face flush. Amnesia sucks. Just one more time.
Don't feel the setup. Don't feel the sting. Only feel the fatique
where the body used to break. Don't feel the setup. Don't feel
the sting, yeah, and I want... Don't feel the setup. Don't
feel the sting. Only feel the fatique where the body used to break.
Don't feel the setup. Don't feel the sting, yeah, and I want more.
The Ratio Of People To Cake
Too much, way too much bleed. The red light's
gone and ruined everything... the broadcast and the last 30 minutes of
my world. Poison dropped in bloodline. The walk home might
be dizzy for the time being, but being's only better when it's on.
Wish someone would lend me an ear. Talk about it, tell me not to
care. I'm not gonna let it go, no, cause someone say's to "Let it
go." Whoa. What a fine way to spend my everydays. All
the time. Ear pop follows decline. Failure is thematic all
the time. It's cornered and pinned against the ceiling every night.
Afterthought's working overtime. Forcing me (me) to sleep on my side.
Well it hurts, and it's just the beginning. Wish someone would lend
me an ear. Talk about it, tell me not to care. I'm not gonna
let it go, no, cause someone say's to "Let it go." Whoa. What
a fine way to spend my everydays. All the time. Alright.
When someone say's to "Let it go." that someone's wrong. Wish someone
would lend me an ear. Talk about it, tell me not to care. I'm
not gonna let it go, no, cause someone say's to "Let it go." Whoa.
What a fine way to spend my everydays. All the time.
Never Heard Of Corduroy
Check. I've taken tongue to pen and ink to
blood stream... the venomous kind. I've spilled my guts on your favorite
blue jeans, and you didn't mind. It's not the way I want it.
It's just the way I see it. I wish I didn't feel it. I wish
I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom's not kind. Whoa.
Now I (I) wish I was little more rock (rock) and less complicated.
Now I (I) wish I was little more rock. This time it's not right.
It's not right. It's not right. The antidote. It's all
in the pre-screen and losing my mind. I'll kill the chord instead
of the rhyme scheme, and everything's fine. It's not the way I want
it. It's just the way I see it. I wish I didn't feel it.
I wish I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom feels fine.
Now I (I) wish I was little more rock (rock) and less complicated.
Now I (I) wish I was little more rock. This time it's not right.
It's not right. It's not right.
Banned From Teen Arts
The perfect mix of music and traffic. I'm
so stoked about breathable oxygen. "So long" is thirty miles long.
City life is so not attractive, when paranoia's gotten the best of me.
I look long and hard. It feels so wrong and on. Eight years
and five months to blame for who I am today. Think I was bored in
New Jersey. Old friends. Still talk to some. I'll crawl
back under the rock I came from. Yeah, I was born in New Jersey and
it will die in me. Spent some time away from my feelings. While
everything around me was crushing me for long. Denying being wrong.
I broke down. Built up. Broke down. I broke down.
Built up broke down twice. That's right. I gotta sing along
and on. Eight years and five months to blame for who I am today.
Think I was bored in New Jersey. Old friends. Still talk to
some. I'll crawl back under the rock I came from. Yeah, I was
born in New Jersey and it will die in me. Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa. Whoa.
Risk Management
"Who said, anybody likes you (likes you)?
Who said, anybody likes you (likes you)? Who said, anybody likes
you? Now you'll find out." Open minded with an open mouth.
My throat got tired when the dirt went down. "Who said, anybody likes
you? You'll find out." I know you think I don't give a rat's
ass, but cleaning mud off my name has taken longer than I've perceived
it. "Who said, anybody likes you (likes you)? Who said, anybody
likes you (likes you)? Who said, anybody likes you? Now you'll
find out." Sugar coated was the tainted pill. Easy to swallow
but it fucked my will. "Who said, anybody likes you? You'll
find out." I know you think I don't give a rat's ass, but cleaning
mud off my name has taken longer than I've perceived it. If I never
heard about you... if I never heard about you... I never... I never...
"Who said, anybody likes you (likes you)? Who said, anybody likes
you (likes you)? Who said, anybody likes you? Now you'll find
out." "Who said, anybody likes you (likes you)? Who said, anybody
likes you (likes you)? Who said, anybody likes you? Now you'll
find out."
Drop The Pop
The news hit me like a ton. I didn't know
what I was waiting for. That day came like a rolling thunder and
we were waiting for the sun. "Hey man I haven't seen you in a while.
Get the hell out of this circumstance." Can't fight this kind of
feeling that we're dealing with. I feel helpless and useless.
It's clear now. This day's decided. I feel like I'm defeated.
Shivers shake the ground we're on. Cold feet dance in nervousness.
Speechless with my hands in my pockets. Skin cracks as we march in.
Sit down and let the feeling take control. Creepy. Can't hide
it with it a smile. I'm pretty sure I don't believe in God, but I
can pretend for a little while. It's clear now. This day's
decided. I feel like I'm defeated. It's clear now this heart's
divided. I feel like I'm defeated.
Bizzaro Me
Stick to all the unstuck obligations you've pasted
on me. The awkwardness you construct in conversations, it's getting
to me. Trapped like '80's notions. Confirming confirmation.
Why fear reactivation? Better starting running, we're out of time.
The confidence, it destructs, when pushing buttons... on me there's many.
You should have looked before you touched. You never do. So
don't push me over. I'm not ready to taste the ground, ground.
Who can run in motions and not get tired of their surroundings. I
bet you think it's easy. More power to you. Yeah. Trapped
like '80's notions. Confirming confirmation. Why fear reactivation?
Start... start... Don't push me over. I'm not ready to taste
the ground, ground. Why say it's over, when we don't have to settle
down, down?
Nods To Nothing
Make the killing. Wipe the blade as it exits
out my brain. Anti-social? Middle name. Save it.
So come on, come on. Safety first and ego last. Can't compete
with every chance. Anti-social? Middle name. Come on,
come on. I must be someone, cause I think that everyone thinks I'm
a bastard. Whoa. I think I'll stay home and have an episode.
Whoa, whoa. Why go, when I'm safe at home? One step closer
to the door. With back to wall, I slide to floor. All the socials
I ignore. Wasted. So come on, come on. Safety first and
ego last. Can't compete with every chance. Anti-social?
Middle name. Come on, come on. Whoa. I must be someone,
cause I think that everyone thinks I'm a bastard. Whoa. I think
I'll stay home and have an episode. Whoa, whoa. Why go, when
I'm safe at home?
Ice Cream With The Enemy
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Go.
Face it. I'm catching all your drifts. They're blowing eastward,
through my door and out my window. Originate in mouth... in innuendos.
Every word is meant to hurt... meant to feel like war. I've had enough.
Play fair only when the weather is. The air is right for shooting
down my best intentions, but all the good it's done we'll never mention.
Just like the worst. Just like the worst. Hot tongues and poor
little lungs are burnt to a crisp from fire that we spit. When no
wins with sharp bloody pins that we've hired, and fired at will.
They're sticking in my skin. I've had enough. Go. Allies
are worthless in this shit-faced fucking city that I fear has grown to
pity me for the damage done and you for the healing. When neither
side has meant to hurt. Hot tongues and poor little lungs are burnt
to a crisp from fire that we spit. When no wins with sharp bloody
pins that we've hired, and fired at will. They're sticking in my
skin. I've had enough. 1, 2, 3, 4. Now when I get lost.
I follow the blood trail home to my disgust and think of all the wrong
things I could be doing... and all the good times I could ruin. "Hey
(hey), I wouldn't worry about it man. Do what you can try not to
hide." "Hey (hey), I wouldn't worry about it man. Do what you
can to feel alive."
The Affiliates
If it wasn't for the windows, yeah, my eyes would
go to shit. If it wasn't for the time I killed today, working for
network affiliates. If it wasn't for the winners, I wouldn't want
to quit. If it wasn't fot the time I killed today, being completely
meaningless. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. Whoa, from 9 to 5 I'm
far away. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. I'd bet it all. I'd
bet my life you feel the same. Nah, nah, from 9 to 5 we're far away.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. Why am I here today? And the clock
is ticking. And it's laughing at me as I pine away. No one
really dreams of this. No way. There's no way. Hey.
We all know we hate it. And we wish we could kill it, but not today.
We don't have the energy, being completely meaningless. Nah, nah,
nah, nah, nah. Whoa, from 9 to 5 I'm far away. Nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah. I'd bet it all. I'd bet my life you feel the same.
Nah, nah, from 9 to 5 we're far away. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Why am I here today? Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
Zero Tolerance Drum Policy
Blindfolded and back to the door. I'm sitting
silent with these open arms ready, ready to strangle me. Cut the
air out entirely. Everytime I see your face, the space between always
tends to suffocate you and me. Maybe we can start with the weather...
just maybe. Then say what we have to say, whenever... or maybe not.
Thought you should know it's not ok with me. The way you walked away.
Colder shoulders chill to the bone. The way you left me feeling disowned.
I want you to know I wouldn't have given up. Hark. Hark.
A knock at the door. Who goes there? Someone from before, from
before I was unstable. Let me bring that to the table. Everytime
I see your face, the space between always tends to suffocate you and me.
Maybe we can start with the weather... just maybe. Then say what
we have to say, whenever... or maybe not. Thought you should know
it's not ok with me. The way you walked away. Colder shoulders
chill to the bone. The way you left me feeling disowned. I
want you to know I wouldn't have given up.
M.A.T.T.H.
Go. Bombs away! The plan is all in
attack. Fuck the history books, they're harder to read than the facts.
There's nothing that we can do cause they're shoveling us shit colored
red, white, and blue. Bombs away! For a more american you.
That's the way the cookie crumbles. The tooth for tooth makes it
hard to chew. Hey. Whoa. Ready, set, go. Media.
Media show us the enemy. From the Washington press release to our
home color T.V.'s. There's nothing that we can say. Thank you
for the fear manifested into hate. Bombs away! For a more american
fate. 2, 3, 4. That's the way the cookie crumbles. The
tooth for tooth makes it hard to chew. Hey. Whoa.
Wishing There Were Walkways
Your dedication. Testing 1, 2, 3. I'm
glad you proved it to yourself. You don't have to prove it to me.
Determination stopped being friends with me. I'm glad you stuff it
in your heart. Leaving you with no room to breathe. You stay
on your side. I'll stay on mine. When the clock strikes, count
to the three and put the pedal to the floor all time. Got the rhyme
without the reason. Got the plight, but not the cause. Got
the ends, they're meeting and there at each others throats. Humiliation.
Testing 1, 2, 3. With tones never solid. Leaving no room to
be brave. Completely nervous. The rattle of my bones keeps
the rythm on the quick side, with no fear to be slow. Humiliation.
Testing 1, 2, 3. You better listen to me. Cause there's no
room to be free.