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by grady stiles

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probably should have put this up a while ago

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released 06 June 2013
rich, ryan

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Track Name: call at four a.m.
i don't want this for myself or you
call me old-fashioned
call me whatever you want
its making we queasy
can someone please open a fucking window

clothes stuck to skin, infinitely moist
i'm not going to tell anyone except for my brother and all of his friends and everyone else i know

its holding me back and by it i mean me
Track Name: cooler
measuring worth by the bewilderment
anticipation thats caused
when the item is invented
past reason for doubt past recognizable skin
what's lying beneath
the wires you would not untangle if forced by a school shooter
a crime is only that once its been discovered

and why can't i see whats right in front of my face
its like a sick fog, on sort of a cold morning
when i'm on my way way to the bus stop
the first day of school was the scariest

but i have to get up for work
and i'm already late

i could never come here again
i don't like the way this place makes me feel anymore

but i have to get up for work
and i know i'm going to be late

i could never come here again
i don't like the way this place makes me feel anymore
Track Name: feelings brothers
these thoughts are probably perfectly natural
for someone my age with nothing to think about
it's hard to be myself with all these people around

i drank to much and now i am sick
this always fucking happens when i'm having a good time

and i'd like to see some other things out of my way
this always fucking happens when i'm having a good time
Track Name: earburn (you drive cars)
the human body is like a brand new pair of sneakers
they get fucked up
and once you fuck them up, you throw them away

and i want to kill myself again
and i want to fight my friends again
and i want to kill my dad again
and i want to kill my friends again
and i want to stop fucking it up again

you're going to fuck up

i swear to god i would kill you if you were here right now

and i want to kill myself again