1. |
We're Okay!
02:12
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I caught you sleepin' while I was awake
'Cause sometimes life's just not that great
Between finding myself and reliving my past
It's no damn wonder I fall flat on my ass
Between living and learning, and tucking then rolling
And landing flat down on my ass in the grass leads to
Fucking and fighting, then living and lying
To ourselves to say we're okay
You found me sleeping just the other day
It's hard not to follow when life drifts away
Between fighting myself and the ones that I love
Maybe it's better if I just give up
Between living and learning, and tucking then rolling
And landing flat down on my ass in the grass leads to
Fucking and fighting, then living and lying
To ourselves to say we're okay
You found me sleeping just the other day
It's hard not to follow when we drift away
Between fighting myself and the one that I love
But it won't get better if I just give up
No it won't be better if we just give up
Between living and learning, and tucking then rolling
And landing flat down on my ass in the grass leads to
Fucking and fighting, then living and lying
To ourselves to say we're okay
Between living and learning, and tucking then rolling
And landing flat down on my ass in the grass leads to
Fucking and fighting, then living and lying
To ourselves to say we're okay!
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2. |
Temper
01:50
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Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! I've had enough, enough, enough
I need to eat, to sleep, to live, to die, but I won't have another try
So take it! Take it! Take it! Give me your best, your best, your best
I'm not impressed enough, oh well, let's fuck, and try to forget other stuff
So don't take shit, you can almost taste it
If only you could find it, buy it, wine it, dine it, make it worth your fucking time
You don't have shit! Makin' up some dumb shit
Like go to hell, kill 'em all, burn it down, kiss a wall
Now my friend's passed out in the back of my car
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3. |
Again!
02:15
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(Will you) fuck off, fuck off, fuck-- I'm not dealing with this
Bullshit, I won't give you any ammunition
I don't wanna be here long, so just pick up your fucking phone
And don't leave me standing in the middle of the fucking road
I can't believe this is happening again
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again
And this is all my fault?
I shoulda known that
Will you forgive me?
Again
And this is all my fault?
I shoulda known that
Will you forgive me?
(Can you) hear me now? I'm done with this shit connection
And I wonder how I ever got reception
Climbed up all your tallest trees, all your mountains and low valleys
I can't win this, I guess I shoulda fuckin known that from the start
But you were great at hiding all these little things
From me, it's plain to see, that I don't mean a thing to me
And this is all my fault?
I shoulda known that
Will you forgive me?
Again
And this is all my fault?
I shoulda known that
Will you forgive me?
Again
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4. |
We're Okay! (w/ drums)
02:13
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5. |
Temper (w/ drums)
01:53
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6. |
Again! (w/ drums)
01:22
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Albuny Conway, Arkansas
made up of three college dropouts who have nothing better to do than play shitty punk music in my parents' house
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