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1.
perseids. 03:33
Lately, I’ve been wondering if you’ve had peaks of happy more often than the last two Decades that is your life I heard the wonderful news, and I’ve been pocketing my social issues, Less writing in a journal, traded for all night long talks, writing cliched songs How I am fucked up, but we’re all fucked up Lately, I’ve been hoping for you, that nothing changes your views, especially me And my goddamn sad songs, trade it for the hippie-themed, forced-upon love And talk about your horizontal figure eights, and all the animals you’re gonna save Trade in the trend that we proudly held in the past two years, while the ice caps melt Just like all of us, thought I’d melt with you, but the whole group fell through I guess I’m just hoping you don’t think of me as an issue Lately, I’ve been thinking about us Everyday fucked up teens, living and dreaming in parking lots Forgotten in time, but embroidered in souls or subconsciouses If there’s even a difference I don’t keep tabs if I don’t hear back, I learned full and well That those who love most can let go, even if you loosen your grip Your soul’s got embroidered patches of all sorts of mammals Your very own heart made up of patches of others in handfuls Like how you made me a heart out of a dollar bill Worth more than a hundred dollar bill
2.
Please be happy now, and we’ll stick to our guns Are you ready now? I can change back, we can take off We’ll be better friends, take Chicago trips, maybe farther I’m indifferent, just let me find you I feel radial, and I’d rather feel less known Three dimensional, barely so Never pop out much at all I’m not picky, as long as you find me We’ll ride a bus, it’ll take us to last year Be forever us, forever indifferent Dimensional, either one, two, or three When I stop fighting this, we’ll be free Are you happy now?
3.
We got by for the past five years, but mutuality is—it's fleeting, ya know? You bet I care, but we’ve got nothing in common at all; you’re so human, and I’m not so sure of myself You’re more of an artist than you’ll ever know, and I’m less than I’d like to think so Just keep writing songs. Keep writing songs You’ll do just fine. Enjoy Colorado My desk is flooded with repeated thoughts that I wrote and just wanna let go Like how I care too much, and still yet not enough I'll say that you could save us from the break apart It's not good enough Could someone sign this off and set you free? And of course, you’ll remember me And if i can swing by if the band ever makes it Save me a spot; we can sit down and talk We’ll be just fine. We got used to muted tones We’ll be alright, on rooftops far from grounded Far from in love, far from ready at all It’s all just fine. Enjoy Colorado
4.
Let’s rewash our clothes this next December And maybe by then, we’ll be best friends again I dreamt of you in Rococo Robin’s Egg to hatch the end of an era An era defined by a night at the park Half coated in grass as “just friends” Wish upon an airplane I hope it still comes true I choose to rewind or ignore Or rewrite us both I crept up clean, and up-kept me And you in glances of the last year We called Wisconsin a new home Let’s both just get a little colder And I’ll keep you safe; I got my practice from the beat-em-up’s There’s no better waste of a life than the one I’ve made Help me sell my shit, we can get away Let’s prep our scenes with secret things Like emergency exits to your bedroom Astound our friends with a flash bang Love we've never had before And we can stay warm, for once and forever You can tune your little guitar It’s been so long And it’s so hard to let life and reality check me down to the ground This spring has been long And I’m ready to wash out the colors that I thought defined Happiness I now know was forced Were you happy that you were the past few notes that got me through my fresh fears? I crept up clean, and up-kept me and you through glances of the last year And I’m sorry that it’s still clear as day in my head
5.
We walked along the coast Hand In had She said, "I'm getting so bored Of this old, dry land. We should jump into the endless sea Swimming side by side, so happy and free" We don't need perfection if love is involved As we swam with all the fishes And the other things We finally got bored Of the deep, blue sea She said, "We should leave the water And spread our wings Soaring side by side, so happy and free" We don't need perfection if love is involved So we flew through the heavens With all of the birds But we got bored again And returned to the earth She said, "I think it would be nice If you and me Could just walk along the coast So happy and free." 'Cause we don't need perfection if love Is involved
6.
Misdreavus 04:27
I've been called, I've been called To break every precious heart in front of me When I fall in love, make sure to send me to local cemetery to go to bed early before I hurt my head again Cuz I'd be better off without it So don't fall in love, don't fall in love With depression and skinny jeans They medicate their egos with the thought of letting you go And don't fall in love with me Cuz I will promise too many things Since I define a wrong reality in this world Oh god you're so fleeting Why even meet me Why even say anything? I've been called, I've been called To pretend that I feel everything And you'll still fall in love And you'll still be everything
7.
Goodboyz 05:40
[Oh well, if we talk about the world with matching platinum hair Will you forget that you were born to vagabond?] I've regressed to the fragile state of a middle school me Painting black around my eyes and on post-it notes Says, "We're forgiven" -- I'll post a thousand in your little kitchen And in your freezer, all those homemade popsicles are still in place And they wonder where you've been That second wind, it pushed my hair a certain way I'd like to say it's the direction to where you're living To where you've been hiding out I wish I could see the world we'd fit in so well We're falling far from ourselves; we're not blameless anymore But if you travel through the world, then I will travel through my mind I'll find our innocence and both of us secure I hope that the end of your story sees you marching back to Earth with flying colors, to walk on water under bridges burned to return my lended love I hope it did you well up in Andromeda, 'cause while you were doing god knows what, I was faking sick from school and work just to write our story out I hope it's enough of a tribute to keep you alive and well for eternity in sound and word alone To stop my own magnetic insides from pulling me into your head When you could make it to the moon and back, and I could only make Mahomet It's set in stone -- we are just history, leagues and worlds apart I hope I did you proud 'cause you made me so proud After I'm dead for decades, would our grandsons and daughters ever know what you mean to me? I can't promise to forget-me-nots, but I promise this song will keep you close as can be So after you're dead and reincarnate, will the new you ever know what the old you had meant to me? Maybe you'll find this well, just smile and accept it, and keep it close as can be After we're dead for centuries, I'll find a way to make the world know what you meant to me All the scientists will just utter your name to my heart in a jar Then watch it beat [Oh come on, let's talk about the world We'll learn our lessons by the night and cycle blessings on the daily We'll be broken, let our pieces fall in tandem, claim that there's a greater plan, and take the messes made and put them under gravestones And say that we were good boys]
8.
We were kids with new phones Roleplaying our hearts out You played the ghost and I played the haunted You were scared of touch, I was scared of your presence We painted lives with every little text Your swing set’s a spaceship; send us to the next Little planet where people are a little less loud My worm’s-eye-view of you is ever-present, Purple, royalty of the shy kid There are so many things that remind me of You and the smile you sent when I asked in stupid texts, “Can we say ‘I love you’ friend-to-friend? I’ve always wanted to hear that I know that we’re shy, but I promise I’ll talk, Promising sunrise and skateboards and ramen on rooftops” Wizard of Oz on New Year’s Eve Sending pics, saying, “Soon we’ll meet” And talks at 2 a.m. — “Are you still up?” And nothing after that I just want to be there when you’re sick I’ve been giving hugs to everything I miss We said we’d run away from home I guess you got there first If I creeped you out before I cracked my shell, I’m sorry, I just had to find myself You probably won’t recognize me now And probably never will If I believe in you, do I believe in ghosts? You still exist in forests Of paper and poems I guess you still kinda haunt me And that’s okay

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All profits will be donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention

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released July 22, 2018

Recorded and produced by Caleb Rose -- (Creaky Closet Studio)

Joey McNally - drums
Ky Hamon - guitar, bass, vocals
Josh Rose - trumpet (tracks 3 and 6)

Cover art by Ping Fah

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