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Brainstorm 02:09
pass the compass or pass me out what's the purpose. there's no purpose i've been trying to pick apart the words but you would rather shut me up instead all of the gifts we've been blessed with are cursed so i gave them all away i was an orphan. i cried at the top of my lungs where the fuck were you then tell me things i don't want to hear one thing i know for sure i would rather raise my voice than lose it in a crowd with open head pressed against wet pavement let's play crack the skull. i don't care until i suck the soft from your skin or forecast the weather from your chapped lips i swear i won't know how to make it out alive and for this occasion i propose a toast clap your hands to keep your ears out of my words clap your hands. don't make a sound
2.
there is no room for us two keep coming back to the presence of our past where there are separate beds we build up broken houses concentrate the effort-less on a ghost in the mirror into something better why we still believe in bad luck is as familiar to me as the card from your spoke click fading with the rain and if i could touch anything would it turn to gold or break into pieces of you. let me be the one to write every last word you knew i would eventually say but it all seems so contrived. tearing the wings from still we wake in our sleep. tossing and turn the page until the ink fades away. until the ink fades i will punch in every clock to turn back the time to the point where we met. it was an x drawn on a dotted black line shifting slumber. we slip through space between the cracks and break every mothers' back in contrast to what we must feel for this the universe will end we cannot wait for everything to go wrong i've made the biggest mess since i was six can't get in trouble now i left a trail of blood for no one to clean up and you couldn't care less about what happens next or where do we go from here sweetheart, this ain't 1987 but you've never had to protect anyone
3.
fixing apart the dust to settle our past lives on the brink of extinction. the atlas and the hourglass spinning earth on fingertips. calloused, bruised, and broken it's okay, it's alright. nothing is the same. everything is fine. hey, what's your name. write it down. i can take your cheap shots any. sucker punch my face. i want to see your knuckles turn red. to the color of bricks. but that was then and this is dumb dizzied up by the weight you have pressed upon letters unread the words get lost in the shuffle of kansas. misery show me the state of a heart crossed out and its shape bled dry for miles. the stains keep me company when there's nothing left to read i want you to bury me next to the books i ain't talkin' about shakespeare when there's nothing left to read i want you to bury me next to the books next year i'll catch you in the rye where did you learn to write such grief plagiarize this. i could care less it was only a fraud from the start then someone had to rip it off it was us. it was always them screaming at the top of our lungs you let me quit
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how can you shake me off like the three-legged dog that you are perfect skin and holocaust hips c'mon just blow me a kiss vulnerable not to innocent put your money where your mouth is no more secrets to tell yes i am going to hell maybe i will see you there dressed to kill i have been trying to inch my way back to you pushing up daisies and sending them home on a tin can telephone tied to by miles. do not return or else cut the chord they laugh in the face of love build up billboards to block out the sun count the stars before they fall wish to never sleep again wake me up when i am dead if these are the best years of our whole lives remind me to forget them and forget you incisions assist me to complicate the cuts open veins. acid rain. the heart composed of lust between words and colors and notes you were the most nothing comes close you are a ghost and you are the greatest gift... to keep on giving your body to the town to keep on giving your body safe and sound there's no chance of this ever happening again there's no chance of going back. miss haphazardous

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released December 29, 2011

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