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Coasts
04:22
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Heard that you were leaving the west coast
Said the band would write you a song
I’m sorry that it took so long
It’s fucking depressing
I knew you better than most
It wasn’t that long ago.
But distance can be unkind,
To far flung friends.
We were living simple
Before things got so big
Distances more than spitting
Coasts turned into continents
Who am I?
Can’t bear to call you
Wish that I could call you
Someone I love
Left you a message last night.
Didn't know what to say,
I didn't say too much
'Cause things are darker these days.
I recalled that summer
In sweat-stained Allston.
That house you almost torched
It burned down the other day
[Bridge Jam]
So how could I know
If it was too late
I swear I picked up the phone
Are we still friends?
If I never call?
Still got these bruises
Yeah I kept em all
You’re always too far
But it’s all my fault
You’re still my rage
My beating heart
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2. |
Heartburn
02:33
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Homages and hometown flashbacks
Parachuting onto you
Take your time and cut some slack
You’re doing the best that you can do
Characters mid conversation
Drifting in seamlessly
I know that’s your reputation
But it just never gets old for me
We were laughing so hard that it hurt like heartburn
Tried to catch my breath but I couldn’t say a word
Palindromes and pale white lies
Decorate the scenery
If we’re stuck inside a loop of time
I hope you’re happy spinning wheels with me
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3. |
Hear You
02:53
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I cannot hear you
Not with this hole in the back of my head
Order another round
We’ll wash away the blood on our hands
I can still see you
Strung out and crying on the couch
You were asking me why
I never did figure it out
Not gonna end up like this
Pullin’ away from your kiss
My bad habits are just shattering the years
What really scares me
Feels like I haven’t slept in months
Or can I not wake up?
I’ve fallen too deep in the buzz
How can you love me?
Not with this weight that I placed in our bed
I hear my voice die out
Take another breath and dive in again
Lying in hell
Pulled back, ripped right out of your shell
I feel your shaking hands
But I can’t hear anything.
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4. |
So-So
03:20
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I found a new way to spell your name
There were subtleties in what you said to me I never could appreciate, but I would
Grow tired from just trying to keep the pace
I got so wrapped up in what you meant to me that I failed to see
your face
You would get up and go
Yeah you would get up and go
Keep finding my way past your old place
The rooftop haze and the fire escape that I’d try to recreate - if I could
Not fall into my maladjusted ways
In my solitude and anxiety I found a sense of clarity,
that you planted in me
Felt like a gun pressed on my hip
When you weren’t there
You had to get up and go
Because I didn’t say so
Need a new way to spend my days
There’s a subtle static in my brain, there’s a flavor I can taste, now I
Can’t help but rewind and replay
'Til the memory’s a facsimile that I can cut and paste,
and its swallowing me
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5. |
Parade Chaser
05:28
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I’m standing naked in front of the mirror, well, except for my socks
You’re curling your hair listening to some true crime serial killer doc
The sun’s starting to set so we better get going
I wanna walk to the party while the sidewalk’s still glowing
I’m orbiting small talk about places to stay for a day upstate
You’re petting a small dog with a fancy array of cheese on your plate
Everyone’s getting older so we better get going
My apathy’s getting anxious and I’m worried that it’s showing
Calling out my name from way out of frame
Parade chaser, parade chaser
Somewhere in between chaos and mundane
Parade chaser, parade chaser
Curled up in a comma in the middle of your sentence
You’re telling me drama from the bridal party group message
Sometimes it’s all up for grabs, sometimes nothing’s at stake
You wanna give so bad, but they’re daring you to take
I’m standing naked in front of the mirror, well, except for my socks
You’re curling your hair listening to some true crime serial killer doc
The sun’s starting to set and I’m not sure where we’re going
But I’ll accept the mystery ‘cause I’m better off not knowing
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Deep Wimp Brooklyn, New York
Charlie Waters
guitar, vocals
Wesley Rose
bass, vocals
Kyle Jutkiewicz
drums, vocals
Trevor Courneen
guitar, vocals
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