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Watcha Doin?
03:23
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Watcha doin hangin out? Thought that you were gettin outta the scene
Whatcha doin with that guy? He don't love you like I loved you when you were mine
I can't watch you living life like you're living it, living it upside down
I don't wanna be the one to tell you I told you so twenty years from now
Watcha doin' with those drugs? They won't make your pain more real than it already is
Whatcha doin' with that grin? It don't suit you to smile when you're sad
Some one once said, "there's ways of living, it's the way I'm living now"
I don't wanna be the one to watch you put yourself deep down underground
Watcha doin' askin' me how I've been? I think it's clear for you to see
I'm in love with the ghost of the girl that you used to be
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90's Baby
03:07
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My 90s baby's weirder than a dream
Only girl I know with Sorta on CD
She's got Seaweed on a playlist made for me she don't need anything
My 90's baby feeds me lots of drugs
I'm getting rugburn laying on her rug
I'm getting sunburned staring at her sun she don't love anyone
My 90s baby's loaded like a gun
She asks me, "honey, don't you think it's fun
to lose yourself and everyone you love?" She's the one
My 90s baby's sadder than a song
All I wanna do for her is sing along
Nothing kills me quite like knowing that she's gone
She is gone
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Baby Below You
03:26
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I've been living inside myself too long
I can't even tell my right from my left from my wrong
I don't even know which hand I'm counting on
I won't even count the fingers that I'm keeping crossed
There's no frequency I'd rather hear than you
Shutting up after you've had one or ten or two
You've been drinkin' bout me thinkin up all your booze
You've been inking in the winking and you're fucking smooth
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
of the baby below you
"There's no decency," You recently said to me
Decent of you to repeat the talk you think I need
I'm not listening 'til I've heard another word
That sounds more like you and less like you're getting insured
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
of the baby below you
Forget families having panic self-portraits made
Don't forget the premature baby born too late
Throw him in the frame or throw him out of touch
Throw him down or throw him up like your wet lunch
There's no reason that I'm wishing I get rich
There's no reason why I piss and whine and why I bitch
There's no meaning behind leaning out the window and letting go
of the baby below you
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Hook, Line & Sinking
04:27
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I wanna die
When you lie
The things you say
Sound so fake, but make it true
I'm not okay
And that's okay
I can't be cool,
I'm always fooled by your displays
I'll be fine
Sick of thinking
You got me hook, line & sinking
so fast... so fast
You're (I'm) a bitch
Scratch my itch
You always say I'm gonna pay
But never do
Your little slips
My stomach flips
You lie so well, you look like hell
but feel so good
I'm okay
Sick of drinking
You got me hook, line & sinking
so fast, so fast
You're so fucked
And I'm fucked up
I can't pretend this ain't the end....
but then again.....
I'm so sick
Sick of thinking
You got me hook, line & sinking
so fast
so fast.
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5. |
Don't Get Me Lost
03:33
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Don't get me lost or off my track
Don't make it cost me to come back
It would be cool to dance
If you think you have a chance
But you're dressed in rags
I'm bumming drags
& I'm getting lost
Our love is like a joke tonight
I don't feel good, alright, about you now.
Don't get me sick or get me stuck
Don't give me shit or fuck me up
It would be nice to dance
If you think you stand a chance
But you're buyin' bags
I'm sick & sad
& I'm getting lost
Our love is like a joke tonight
I don't feel good, alright, about you now
I just want some innocence
Loving you don't make no sense, it makes me sick
Don't get me lost or off my track
Don't make it cost me to come back
It would be cool to dance
But this just don't stand a chance
You're buyin' bags,
I'm sick and sad
& I'm getting lost
You're buyin' bags
I'm fuckin sad
and I'm getting lost
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My Kind of Love
04:50
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The bitterness of your caustic kiss
Has not aged as well as your excuses
For why we should or shouldn't do this
Or the evidence you said would prove that we're wasting our time
But at least we're alive
And I'm sorry you don't know my kind of love
Cuz the way that you love is so hollow
Callous and flippant and borrowed
Entitled, afraid of tomorrow
But tomorrow today will just be yesterday
And I'm tired as hell now of screaming
It's so loud but it never gets heard
I've been pouring out waterspout words
But I've never been any more sure
That nothing I've planted will grow
I'm just waiting for failing to show
And I'm flailing around in the snow
Just as pale as the sheet that I'm slowly streaking
with bed sores and sweat and moist moans
The tastelessness of your just deserts
Hasn't grown any simpler to swallow
Your tears are a tough act to follow
And your hatred is one half as hollow
As your voice when you whine
Or my eyes when I say "goodbye"
Well I never asked you for your friendship
Your loyalty, your presence, your love
Or your help or your faith or your trust
But you keep cryin' behind me because
You want my kind of love
But from me it just won't be enough
Everyone in this world needs a Jesus
Someone to hang in the daylight
For the shit we commit in the darkness
The first nail they drive in is the hardest
But the more blood that spews
The easier it is to lose
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Message from Zach
02:41
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Bad guy
I just wanna be the bad guy
I cannot even tell you why
I wanna do bad things
Bad guy
I just wanna be the bad guy
That always is the raddest guy
That's why I wanna be the baddest MFer you've ever seen
Only in my dreams
Bad guy
I just wanna be the bad guy
Hurt you and watch you cry and try
to figure out why I'm mean
Tears dry
Then you figure out the big why
How it feels to be the bad guy
& why it's my dream to be the baddest MFer you've ever seen
as shitty as it seems...
Holy shit I really wanna break your
Holy shit I really wanna break your
Holy shit I really wanna break your heart
Bad guy
I just wanna be the bad guy
I don't even know the reason why
I wanna do bad things
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I wish I loved you cuz I really like you but I somehow doubt I'll care about you in a month or two
And if that seems callous
or like a fuckin cop out I can't say
but i'm an asshole and incapable of love
Wish I could need you cuz I really want you but it's not fair of me to say some words I know I'll never mean
And that might be callous
Yeah it might just be a cop out but it also has the distinction
of being completely true
oh you
Leave me
That's the only way I'll love you
That's the reason I'll think of you, if you stay
It shows poor taste
Fuck me
And then promptly fuck me over
It shouldn't take you long to pour yourself into
Somebody new
Somebody more like you
Still wish I loved you cuz I still really like you but I think you're waiting round here for this to be something more
And darlin
God I wish it could be but you're
Right where you should be just as long as you're still walking out that
Always open door
Leave me
That's the only way I'll love you
That's the reason I'll think of you, if you stay
It shows poor taste
Fuck me
And then promptly fuck me over
It shouldn't take you long to pour yourself into
Somebody new
Somebody more like you
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10. |
I've Seen
05:23
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I've seen the insides of apartments
Made whiskey sours in the darkened rooms
I've watched my drunken friends performing
I've watched them disconnect from me
I've seen the bottom of the bottle
More times than I have seen my dad
I've fought a long and losing battle
With disconnection and the sad
And nothing I could do got me any closer to any part of me I wanted back
I've seen the girls go down in blackouts
I've seen the blood drip down their arms
I've woken up inside of closets
I've fallen out inside of cars
I've seen a broken body crumble
Under the blows of baseball bats
On the west side of Chicago
And went in his pockets for my bags
And nothing I could do got me any closer to any part of me I wanted back
But I kept looking for some numbness to adore
So I don't have to recreate the past
I've seen her head go through the windshield on her birthday
I've seen the bruises on her hands
I've seen her love for me just shrivel up and die
I've seen her fuck another man
I've seen the inside of a jail cell
I've watched the world go on without me there
I've seen my friends inside of coffins
I've watched the world not even care
I've seen her held down in an alley
And forced to give him her whole self
I've seen a man buying the homeless
A piece of pizza like it helps
I've seen them so fucked up they're soulless
But I've seen souls come back from worse
I've seen the hopeless human chorus
Sing pretty songs across the Earth
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11. |
Trash Your Life
04:22
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Situation's going nowhere fast
Keep fuckin up and make the bummer last
Close your eyes while you pretend to sleep
Losin' everything you wished you'd keep
It's a blast
It's such a blast
So have at it
You're the victim and you're the accused
Even if you win you still will lose
Write a song and try to be a star
Worm your way into some broken hearts
It's a blast
It's such a blast
Life's a blast
A fuckin' blast
So have at it
It's never worth it to feel ashamed
You make mistakes and then you take the blame
Trash your life because it's all you got
And no one living hasn't fucked up a lot
It's a blast
Such a blast
Life's a blast
A fuckin' blast
So have at it
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Old Joy Austin, Texas
Scum Pop/Power Trash from Chicago IL
Now located in Austin TX
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IG: @oldjoychicago
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