It's five A.M wake up and smell the disappointments. It's clear to me you've made your choice, again. Its clean cut, routine, brown paper bag. I can't blame you cause I've never walked in your shoes. Driving home from your nine to five, I hope you reminisce the front seats and sounds that made you feel alive. Is this all that I have left? Was it the all night, silent fights with your extra baggage? With your back straight through the door, I swear I'm doing fine. Dear brother, where have you been these days? I swear its been years. Dear brother, I'm never coming back. My new lover, you have my back and all my heart and your best intentions on my mind.
Track Name: Postcards
"It's only days since you've been away, but I can't remember your touch or face, or how you speak my name. Keep track of all the days,I had a dream last night you came back to me, but even dreams seem too far distant". "Love, I don't think you understand the intentions for these days- miles of road with no bed in between. Distance yourself from me and keep all your sympathy, but when I get back I swear I'll be everything. All of your hopes and dreams are alive in me." Well, Ive never felt so much at home anywhere, but I'd never feel as sick as I would to have dreams incomplete.
Track Name: Jones Beach
Pulled an all-nighter with the good old boys, with a turn of the key we took over the world and we drove straight through the island. Pulled out the cork just to empty the wine. James didn't care how we ended that night. No, we're not ever stopping. Let the tank run empty. You won't take this from me; Nothing ever compares to the nights that we felt alive. Its been so long since that Long Island sunrise. Desperate to find the words to keep us alive. Closer to death than ever before. Grandfather's whiskey to keep us warm. We're four fucked boys in plastic doors. Basic pawns at the end of the world. We're kings amongst the damned, beggars and sinners. Scraping at our pennies just to pay for our dinner. Spending all my days with the film school crew, I heard about your family, the shit your going through. It seems bad. At least you've got a good girl who will see you through. I cant do much, good luck to you. Keep your head up hide though your hearts in the ground. I'll give you a call the next time I'm around.
Track Name: Brittle Bones
I'll stop blaming myself when all my actions equal up to my heart
And I can find the room to breathe
At least I have a sense of self, and I'm not afraid of change
I've seen the strangest places and they're crying out my name
I have a sense of self, so there's no one else to blame
I've seen the kindest faces and remember all their names
I've felt just how you feel, close if not the same
If you're lucky to have a lover, let your walls dissipate
I have a sense of self, and I'm not afraid of pain
These ambitions on my shoulders will put me in my grave