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Old Newman
03:16
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watch out. here comes the part when the sky caves and it falls
crashing from it's high
i've got a joke to tell you. please. kill me
narcissus. bad habits can't shake the ground
from under dancing feet
i've got a joke to tell you. please. kill me
how long can we play charades until you
guess what my name is
it's been so long since i could care less
about any of this
would you know how to fight and could you
hush. little baby. don't say a word. make this quick
you play hearts like instruments
and they're out of tune
i just can't listen to you anymore
point me in the wrong direction
the only way is through two
fucked up souls. an x for an o
wrist-cutter
what looks so good on paper gets thrown away
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Love Less
02:27
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kiss me. kill me. miss me then move on
i'll still be counting the love-me-nots
over and over. not getting younger
older and older. help me forget you
i promised to not come back for
you or to fix hearts in the mud
throw them away. run for cover
now it's too late. we are disposable
...and this is ridiculous
open the envelope. it read like an epitaph
sorry i'm not sorry
is this some kind of joke. what punches can you throw
shut up. shut the fuck up
sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. all grown up
we walk alone next to no one we know
orphan. father. widow. daughter
kicked to the curb no place to call home
young and. restless. stupid. tragic
this makes me sick. this makes me sick
seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. you're dead to me
i am a lion. hear me roar
if someday we meet again on top of the world
i'd get close and push you over the edge
if someday we meet again on top of the world
i'd get close and fall in love less with you
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Family Portraits
03:23
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there goes the neighborhood
it was perfect, oh so perfect
but i burned it
and it was worth it
no one here gets out alive
not if i have anything to say
i could swear on every mothers' grave
every day another give and fucking take
but i know it is better this way
living alone unclothed buried in the snow
"darling, they've killed and broken me"
i'm just not that brave anymore. giving up
we were never good enough
to impress any of them
please. answer the fucking phone
i will not leave a message
now i can see you there
wishing on every well
thanks for the memory you stole
we've got the right of passage
and we feel so damn privileged
to have the right of passage
no where to run. no where to hide
fucked with a fist raised high
my heart beats for no one and nothing
so keep your hands off my chest
as i wait for the next one to cave in
cut open these chords
leave the rest speechless
why did you let me live
how could you let me live
this is what i learned from you
this is what i learned from you
how to start a family
how to start a war
never get married. never have kids
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