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Gettin' older, growin' up.

credits

released 12 October 2011

Jake wrote all the vocals and lyrics
Tom wrote all the guitar and helped with the lyrics
Ryan wrote all the drums
Donald wrote all the bass

Recorded, mixed and master by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab.

tags

tags: emo indie punk emo indie new jersey twinkly New Jersey

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Track Name: Curbing Your Enthusiasm
We were born here
We were born here

Why don't you remember
Sprouting in April under terrible weather?
I searched for god but I found myself
Rotting away inside an empty house

Everyone's gone or everyone's going
To far off lands inside steel cities
I put it off but it's not helping
Everyone here is so fucking busy

Everything's changed or everything's changing
I'd cut my hair but it won't stop growing
I shout at myself about keeping my chin up
My thoughts splinter and spill all of my guts

Wasted this youth in tree tops with alcohol
I'm not my father, I won't be held responsible

How could I ever call this home?
The air's too dry and the ground's too cold
I'm still too stupid to not dig holes
And I can't split their thoughts from my own
Track Name: A Texas Sized Solution
The summer
Shot herself in front me
"These things take time"
Were the only words she ever left for me

Rebuild her body from my memory
Rebuild your body from my memory

Face the facts, these facets of life are fading way too fast
Fight growing pains that haunt me on trains, watch the whole world pass

I can feel the daylight
Coming through your bedroom door
And I know the night time
Can't be our refuge anymore

Face the facts, these facets of life are fading way too fast
Fight growing pains that haunt me on trains, watch the whole world pass

The summer
Shot herself in front of me
"These things take time"
Were the only words she ever left for me

Rebuild
Her body
From my
Memory
Track Name: Combo Move
Everyone
Is out of their fucking minds
But then where does that give me the right
When I'm colored in outside the lines

Now you're
Staring at me
When you
Should be staring at your feet

Everyone
Is out of their fucking minds
But then where does that give me the right
When I'm colored in outside the lines

Reconcile, come back home and stay a while
Track Name: Giving People Faces
I'm the son
Of my mom and dad
And it shows
In the way I'll never get a chance
To settle with my surroundings
Or even be remotely happy

I'm tired of this fucking bullshit
I'm tired of feeling homesick

Under the sky that swallowed all my friends
It's eating away at me and there isn't that much left
It's starting to out grow the hole punched in my chest
From when I ripped out my heart and held it above my head

I'll root up all the trees
I'll rake up all the leaves

Because
How greedy would it be
To act like I believe
That I deserve to live the life I lead
Track Name: Your Trip To Italy Was A Strange One But You Are Our Brother And We Will Be Ok
Cut all
The strings
That tie
You to Italy

Breadcrumb trails and untied shoes
Shortcuts home, we've no time to lose

Straighten
Your posture
Friendships
We foster
With a
Cigarette
In our
Pockets

This is all we have left
We'll keep on waiting for it
A place to call home
Without holding our breath