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Keeping Composure
03:09
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It’s hard to keep composure when your best friends are getting high in the next room
It’s hard to keep composure when your best friends are getting high in the bedroom
I’m sick of all the cigarettes, oh how they make me choke
I’m sick of all the alcohol, oh how it burns my throat
I’m sick of all of these fake friends and laughing at their jokes
I’d rather be alone with you, I’d rather be alone
I’m sick of finding creative ways to try and make it through each day
I’m sick of writing shitty songs they make me feel dead anyway
I’m sick of all the sleepless nights and even longer days
I’d rather be alone with you I’d rather be alone
I could keep my head above the tides and crashing seas
You could tear my ribcage until it cracks, until I bleed
I could find my way home through the darkest, densest trees
But sometimes I just fall apart and tear at the seams
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Sunny Monday
02:57
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Oh baby, you make me feel like I’m on holiday
You make it sunny on a Monday when I’ve been used to shade
Oh honey, you’re like my favorite cigarette
The taste of which I can’t forget no matter if I try
I’d swim the sea for you
I’d tear my heart in two
Whatever keeps me on your mind
Oh baby, you make me feel like I’m on holiday
You make it sunny on a Monday when I’ve been used to shade
Oh honey, you know I don’t have any money
But I’ve got smokes and I’ve got jokes and all these poems that I wrote to keep you satisfied
I’d take a gun for you
I’d let it tear right through
Whatever keeps me on your mind
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There was a girl I knew before
From a glass house with a steel door and writing on the walls
Flowers came out of her mouth whenever she spoke
But then she choked on all the vines as they closed up her throat
It's no surprise she ended up this way
A grain of salt in everything she says
And when she stood on her two feet
It became apparent they'd grown weak
From laying on the floor
Marlboro in hand again, just like a true American
Smoke and mirrors in her head, all from her television
It's no surprise she ended up this way
A grain of salt in everything she says
And I don't know why she swam into the sea
She won't get far with shoes made of concrete
I waited for her by the sea, in the hopes that she'd return to me with flowers in her hair
But all that concrete on her feet, it pulled her right down to the deep
To where the light never shines, along with all these friends of mine
Suprised she ended up this way
A grain of salt in everything she says
I don't know why she swam into the sea
She won't get far with shoes made of concrete
I don't know why flowers filled her teeth
It's no surprise she's drowning in the sea
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4. |
Stumbling
03:54
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Hey Gritty Pearl,
it's nice to see you again.
Do you have a light? Do you have a pen?
Are you waiting for someone?
Are they meeting you here?
Or can we ditch this place? Can we get out of here?
Passers by will blur and fade
I want to be reckless
Like poison to the mouth
I want a kiss that leaves you breathless
But never chokes you out
And I want my scars to show
I don't feel the pain no more
But I'm just stumbling like the rest
Hey Gritty Pearl,
Do you have the time?
A penny for your thoughts, your insights for a dime
Cause I've been spending all my money on cheap smokes and cheaper drinks
I'd still give all my change, to hear what you think
Passers by will blur and fade
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5. |
Wait in the Rain
03:49
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You're dancing with an air of satisfaction
And when we go out you're the main attraction
We drink in bars, drive fancy cars
We're dying like we're living hard
I watch you hit the town in all your paper dresses
Your face all painted up and begging for attention
In first class planes and model trains
Things that come and go like rain
And don't you see that life won’t always be so sweet
Don't keep waiting for me in the rain
Clothes stuck to you like cellophane
While I'm drowning in cheap champagne
Don't keep waiting for me
I’ll drive you insane
You host another party, this ones for the ages
You bought a new Ferrari it's one of those phases
You smoke cigars, eat caviar
While I play an old guitar
Silver lined pockets are the price for a soul
And if I tore it open would your heart bleed gold?
With top shelf drinks and marble sinks
Drowning in our fancy things
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6. |
Interlude
03:19
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The colors in my head, they all start fading
My minds betraying me, a torn up masterpiece
Every step and every move I make, my heart is failing me
And I can barely breathe, I start decaying
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Scum
03:55
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We’re getting off in parking lots because we’re only good when we’re scared of getting caught
Are you scared of getting caught with me?
Will you be my therapist? We’ll talk all night about things that don’t exist
Do you want to talk all night with me?
I can’t believe that I am your disease
You know all my favorite drugs, two bags of dope and a little bit of love
Do you want to fall in love with me?
I’m blacker than a midnight sun, I hide myself I am worthless scum
And I know you want to run from me
I can’t believe that I am your disease
I fall at your feet, I am your disease
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8. |
Katy's Song
03:47
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Oh sweet Katy, I’m a mess
Oh sweet Katy, I’ve got so much on my chest
Oh sweet Katy, lay with me to rest
On a bed of roses in the West
This house it feels so haunted and I am so alone
When you’re not in my bed I’m like a dog without a bone
A queen without a throne, a soldier gone from home
While you walk the city on your own
Been counting down the seconds since you took the train
I watched it leave the station like when an anchor drops its chain
I’m a pilot with no plane, I’m a junkie with no veins
While you walk the city in the rain
I know things are getting darker
I know I’ve been letting you down
Don’t fall apart on me, my sweetest company
Because without you I’m alone
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9. |
Sweet Sixteen
04:19
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Fade in, camera pan to the face
She’s lonely and people make her feel strange
She’s saving, she’s gonna get a new car
She knows that someday soon it’ll take her real far
She’s restless, she dreams of being a star
But dreaming, it’s never gotten her far
She moves from Jersey to California
She drinks coffee and takes pills to start her day
She’s caught in between the silver screen
She’s giving up dreams of sweet sixteen
She finds some new friends, they’re ones that get her real stoned
And on the west coast, she feels right at home
Every morning, reach for the movie screen
She smokes and drinks all day so she can sleep
She gets a new job, it’s one that actually pays
She moves to Paris, to walk the runway
No more dreaming, she’s finally dancing with fame
She’s in the backstage lounge sniffing cocaine
She’s caught in between the silver screen
She’s giving up dreams of sweet sixteen
She’s lost in the scene of a broken machine
She’s giving up dreams of sweet sixteen
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I want to feel important
I want to shave my head
I want you to listen with intent to all the stupid things I've said
I've done a lot of drugs
And I've fucked my head right up
I want to scream at the top of my lungs until everyone shuts up
But oh well
I'll see you all in hell
Oh well
I wish people were kinder
Instead they turn their backs
I wish everyone would wake up, before all the grass turns black
stop telling me I'm angry
stop making me sit still
The world is such an ugly place and I'm a jaded pill
But Oh well
I'll see you all in hell
Oh well
This isn’t just a symptom of my infected brain
When I try to tell people, they all say I'm insane
And they've got some medication that could take away my pain
But it's just a bandaid and at the end of the day
I want to be inspired
I want a job that doesn't suck
And more than anything else I want to smoke a fucking blunt
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11. |
Outro
03:04
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