lyrics
Still
weeks seem steady for once
and time rides us when we’re alone
we’re sinking deep in shallow months
but what you heard was a different sound
and i could drown in the support i lost
but today i felt better off sitting here alone
and i can’t lie to myself
for what it is we came for
when we’re both so low
our definitions go so far
weeks seem steady for once
so for the next twelve months
we’ll walk on separate tracks
on the same stones, in the same town
it’s not often that we fight
to let go of yesterday’s false hopes
that will bury us in separate graves
convinced ourselves of luck (perfect worlds apart)
and i can’t tell if i’m stuck
when nothing is sacred to you
how can you act differently?
these habits weigh me down so deep
i’d feel contention if you cared half as much as me
this feels familiar
i’ve been laughing about the broken pieces built
drawn apart to a stand still
weeks and days don’t compromise well
now you stand still
i’ve been laughing to myself
at our best we’re distant.
Just Stay Gone
i’ll make myself scarce
since i’ve convinced myself
that it’s easier that way
maybe next time i should just stay gone
that way no one would have
to ask me where i’ve been
because truth is i don’t know where i’ve been
only where i am
and the ways that it all got me here
tripping over things that i’ve decided i never meant
doesn’t really help me mend all the things
that i’ve destroyed along the way
all this smoke has got my eyes burning
all this talk has got my ears ringing
all this nothing has got me mumbling again
one day we’ll tear open this chest and
bask in the light that i’ve been hiding there
one day we’ll collect all these bones and
build something that stands taller than we ever did
i spit bone and crimson
i swallow regret and failed aspirations.
Too Blind To See (Old Reflections)
the same yellow lines
keep me quiet when i’m sleeping
silent when i’m speaking.
it hurts to drive down alleys we knew so well
past memories on dusty shelves
this is no way to live
i feel it inside when the sun sets down
now i’m screaming at myself
i’ll just try, i’ll just find the flaws for now
i’ve lost all passion and anger
trying to give my hands out
i’m let down by a thousand familiar faces
dying above ground in broken houses
trying to get out and never meaning to give in
when i walked by my old house
too blind to see old reflections.
Forging
(lose your ghost and keep your head)
a writer drunk on all his thoughts
gave me everything i lost
so don’t become the bitter man
that stumbles down the tracks
his tired eyes aren’t looking back
sure those kids, they love the words
but they dont live by them
the smoke and rhymes are chapters
of a fallacy we wrote and gave away
a poet emptying her rounds
made us think that we were flying
but we just got tangled in the lines
that night we lost our fucking minds
so lose your ghost and
keep your head from crashing in the clouds
colors descend and reach the ground
in basements we all dream and wait
for the walls to weaken
the smoke and rhymes are chapters
of a fallacy we wrote and gave away
on bitter nights we search for romance
in the eyes that aren’t looking back
we’re not looking back
but we can’t even reach the tracks
INTO ENDINGS
DEMO
Still
weeks seem steady for once
and time rides us when we’re alone
we’re sinking deep in shallow months
but what you heard was a different sound
and i could drown in the support i lost
but today i felt better off sitting here alone
and i can’t lie to myself
for what it is we came for
when we’re both so low
our definitions go so far
weeks seem steady for once
so for the next twelve months
we’ll walk on separate tracks
on the same stones, in the same town
it’s not often that we fight
to let go of yesterday’s false hopes
that will bury us in separate graves
convinced ourselves of luck (perfect worlds apart)
and i can’t tell if i’m stuck
when nothing is sacred to you
how can you act differently?
these habits weigh me down so deep
i’d feel contention if you cared half as much as me
this feels familiar
i’ve been laughing about the broken pieces built
drawn apart to a stand still
weeks and days don’t compromise well
now you stand still
i’ve been laughing to myself
at our best we’re distant.
Just Stay Gone
i’ll make myself scarce
since i’ve convinced myself
that it’s easier that way
maybe next time i should just stay gone
that way no one would have
to ask me where i’ve been
because truth is i don’t know where i’ve been
only where i am
and the ways that it all got me here
tripping over things that i’ve decided i never meant
doesn’t really help me mend all the things
that i’ve destroyed along the way
all this smoke has got my eyes burning
all this talk has got my ears ringing
all this nothing has got me mumbling again
one day we’ll tear open this chest and
bask in the light that i’ve been hiding there
one day we’ll collect all these bones and
build something that stands taller than we ever did
i spit bone and crimson
i swallow regret and failed aspirations.
Too Blind To See (Old Reflections)
the same yellow lines
keep me quiet when i’m sleeping
silent when i’m speaking.
it hurts to drive down alleys we knew so well
past memories on dusty shelves
this is no way to live
i feel it inside when the sun sets down
now i’m screaming at myself
i’ll just try, i’ll just find the flaws for now
i’ve lost all passion and anger
trying to give my hands out
i’m let down by a thousand familiar faces
dying above ground in broken houses
trying to get out and never meaning to give in
when i walked by my old house
too blind to see old reflections.
Forging
(lose your ghost and keep your head)
a writer drunk on all his thoughts
gave me everything i lost
so don’t become the bitter man
that stumbles down the tracks
his tired eyes aren’t looking back
sure those kids, they love the words
but they dont live by them
the smoke and rhymes are chapters
of a fallacy we wrote and gave away
a poet emptying her rounds
made us think that we were flying
but we just got tangled in the lines
that night we lost our fucking minds
so lose your ghost and
keep your head from crashing in the clouds
colors descend and reach the ground
in basements we all dream and wait
for the walls to weaken
the smoke and rhymes are chapters
of a fallacy we wrote and gave away
on bitter nights we search for romance
in the eyes that aren’t looking back
we’re not looking back
but we can’t even reach the tracks
INTO ENDINGS
Into Endings
your best intentions bled out
and never followed through
i can’t tell if they were fake lights
that brought me to my home
dreams were made when we were alone
i can’t stand the way
you throw yourself in broken arms.
nostalgia comes from being
lost inside dark nights
there were never moments
just flashes in time
and here i sit on a strangers bed
you led me to your house
where i slept but never rested.
he said too much to only see
half the backs and half the faces
focused on the exits
this time he’s pushing over
not being pushed on again
the endings will collide
the dust forms something new
old intentions couldn’t fake the truth.
doubting myself in a time where
compassion carried no weight
until decisions came
then i found out what
mattered most to you was me
and i pushed you away
i pushed you into endings.
you were so sure
throws himself into bearings
destroys himself into endings
settling for less than what he threw away
never looking for a pulse
old intentions turn to regret
and we’re too young for this
this freezing cold.
we’ll throw away our young and dead ambitions
he said too much to only see
half the backs and half the faces
throws himself into bearings
destroys himself into endings.
still breathing in dead air in our lungs
that i could never throw away
we’re too young for this
Where I Breathe
reinvent
give away what got you here.
exhaustion and broken spirits
have the ability to cripple
am i running?
or have i yet to move?
the promise of tomorrow
might never be enough
pockets of air are where i breathe
(half truths give way)
pockets of calm are where i rest
(these ghosts can’t stay)
what is home but a word and a feeling?
i’m choking
can’t swallow anything
i’m breathing
but never drawing breath
pockets of air are where i breathe
(half truths give way) to real intentions
pockets of calm are where i rest
(these ghosts can’t stay) in the shadows for long
holding on will hold you back
give away what got you here.
Stray
the city walls stand tall for metaphors
but they won’t understand a word.
and when i’ve got you by the wrists
i’m not screaming in your face
i’m trying to change your mind
i can’t forget that house
forget that calm wind
that stirred those colors high
what comes to mind is the
top of a table where i’d write
now it buckles and dies shyly
underneath a line
i swore i wouldn’t take
you put me on trial, i’ve casted stones.
so now i’ll climb these years alone
from somewhere close
i watch the colors stack up before they’re choked
by darkness
and when i stray back to where i drown
there will be a whisper scolding me
now our faces are folding
i’ve lived in fear of all the hands
that persuade me when i smile
so i’ve learned to reverse it
and stir the colors higher
but now we buckle and die shyly
underneath a lie
i swore i wouldn’t tell
but i couldn’t help.
BICYCLE RIDE SPLIT
Grown Apart
Footsteps in hallways break us into pieces.
I used to think I would quake now I only seem to shake.
More lost than found, I’m haunted like this house.
Echoes in empty rooms. Silence speaks volumes.
Trapped between wanting and needing.
Restless sleep between floor and ceiling.
I’m sorry I’ve chosen to remember this this way.
Rain beats on windshields to the rhythm of endings.
Still these shaking fingers keep them from regret
Still these restless fingers cause them to forget.
Over/Under
Your drying eyes have lost my attention
I’m coughing in a hole where you belong
While imitating working spiders,
we’re in a race to hit the ground
Upon completing something beautiful,
we’ll suffocate ourselves again
With closing doors
You’ll grieve and starve
With every failed attempt at breathing in,
I’m in the basement laughing
Now we’re coughing back and forth
Is this what you wanted all along?
MISCELLANEOUS SONGS
Forgetting & Trusting
fallen walls light part of me that is scared to try
hard to find my own sense of secure doubt
consistent easy ways to drag out.
appearances, a convicted sense of unison, holding on.
holding onto shattered thoughts from minds i…
…couldn’t begin to read if i tried.
you always said to keep my eyes straight forward.
when i walk down well lit streets and darkness follows
close and darkness swallows whole.
A routine I hold, onto, for the last five years.
now we find holes, in our blueprints
and last years failures echo in silence.
now we over think whats staring straight at us
when we stumble and fall down
over thinking whats staring us in the eyes.
when i walk down well lit streets and darkness follows
close and darkness swallows whole.
a process i thought i’d know by now
(to drag on, manipulate)
these days its hard to tell
forgetting from trusting myself
if i could catch onto every fake smile
(i choose)
your best intentions bled out
and never followed through
i can’t tell if they were fake lights
that brought me to my home
dreams were made when we were alone
i can’t stand the way
you throw yourself in broken arms.
nostalgia comes from being
lost inside dark nights
there were never moments
just flashes in time
and here i sit on a strangers bed
you led me to your house
where i slept but never rested.
he said too much to only see
half the backs and half the faces
focused on the exits
this time he’s pushing over
not being pushed on again
the endings will collide
the dust forms something new
old intentions couldn’t fake the truth.
doubting myself in a time where
compassion carried no weight
until decisions came
then i found out what
mattered most to you was me
and i pushed you away
i pushed you into endings.
you were so sure
throws himself into bearings
destroys himself into endings
settling for less than what he threw away
never looking for a pulse
old intentions turn to regret
and we’re too young for this
this freezing cold.
we’ll throw away our young and dead ambitions
he said too much to only see
half the backs and half the faces
throws himself into bearings
destroys himself into endings.
still breathing in dead air in our lungs
that i could never throw away
we’re too young for this
Where I Breathe
reinvent
give away what got you here.
exhaustion and broken spirits
have the ability to cripple
am i running?
or have i yet to move?
the promise of tomorrow
might never be enough
pockets of air are where i breathe
(half truths give way)
pockets of calm are where i rest
(these ghosts can’t stay)
what is home but a word and a feeling?
i’m choking
can’t swallow anything
i’m breathing
but never drawing breath
pockets of air are where i breathe
(half truths give way) to real intentions
pockets of calm are where i rest
(these ghosts can’t stay) in the shadows for long
holding on will hold you back
give away what got you here.
Stray
the city walls stand tall for metaphors
but they won’t understand a word.
and when i’ve got you by the wrists
i’m not screaming in your face
i’m trying to change your mind
i can’t forget that house
forget that calm wind
that stirred those colors high
what comes to mind is the
top of a table where i’d write
now it buckles and dies shyly
underneath a line
i swore i wouldn’t take
you put me on trial, i’ve casted stones.
so now i’ll climb these years alone
from somewhere close
i watch the colors stack up before they’re choked
by darkness
and when i stray back to where i drown
there will be a whisper scolding me
now our faces are folding
i’ve lived in fear of all the hands
that persuade me when i smile
so i’ve learned to reverse it
and stir the colors higher
but now we buckle and die shyly
underneath a lie
i swore i wouldn’t tell
but i couldn’t help.
BICYCLE RIDE SPLIT
Grown Apart
Footsteps in hallways break us into pieces.
I used to think I would quake now I only seem to shake.
More lost than found, I’m haunted like this house.
Echoes in empty rooms. Silence speaks volumes.
Trapped between wanting and needing.
Restless sleep between floor and ceiling.
I’m sorry I’ve chosen to remember this this way.
Rain beats on windshields to the rhythm of endings.
Still these shaking fingers keep them from regret
Still these restless fingers cause them to forget.
Over/Under
Your drying eyes have lost my attention
I’m coughing in a hole where you belong
While imitating working spiders,
we’re in a race to hit the ground
Upon completing something beautiful,
we’ll suffocate ourselves again
With closing doors
You’ll grieve and starve
With every failed attempt at breathing in,
I’m in the basement laughing
Now we’re coughing back and forth
Is this what you wanted all along?
MISCELLANEOUS SONGS
Forgetting & Trusting
fallen walls light part of me that is scared to try
hard to find my own sense of secure doubt
consistent easy ways to drag out.
appearances, a convicted sense of unison, holding on.
holding onto shattered thoughts from minds i…
…couldn’t begin to read if i tried.
you always said to keep my eyes straight forward.
when i walk down well lit streets and darkness follows
close and darkness swallows whole.
A routine I hold, onto, for the last five years.
now we find holes, in our blueprints
and last years failures echo in silence.
now we over think whats staring straight at us
when we stumble and fall down
over thinking whats staring us in the eyes.
when i walk down well lit streets and darkness follows
close and darkness swallows whole.
a process i thought i’d know by now
(to drag on, manipulate)
these days its hard to tell
forgetting from trusting myself
if i could catch onto every fake smile
(i choose)
