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Everyone's lives seem to be figured out
And I'm here just freaking out
I wonder I will snap out of it
To be a new person, and skip out your dreams
I keep procrastinating and hoping
That something will come along
And I shut myself inside my house
For multiple reasons
I don't want to move on
But the clock is consistent as can be
And I'm standing here wondering
What'll happen to me?
My generation sucks a lot
But I guess it's not our fault
We don't wanna be shoved into
This terrible environment
And when you think that I can go
Into a world inflated to hell
I just hope you come to your conclusion
It's not the same as it was 30 years ago
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2. |
A Winternity of Snowfall
02:40
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Our awkwardness is comedy
Yet awkwardness is camaraderie
But sometimes when you smile, I feel like you don't really mean it
A winternity, a winternity of snowfall
A winternity, a winternity of snowfall
I'll wave goodbye, see you again
The diaspora makes me lonely
Because right now I'd wanna separate my identity from this particular place
A winternity, a winternity of snowfall
A winternity, a winternity of snowfall
Yeah this is what you get
For staying here again
Yeah this is what you get
Yeah this is what you get
For staying here again
Yeah this is what you get
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3. |
Happy Emotions
03:03
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A warmer climate will not make this sadness go away
It may cover up some things but you will not notice it
And I'll do all the drudge work you give me
And I'll do every creative opporotunity I can
And nothing will satisfy me
It's just who I am
This was a song I made for a happy thing, but it didn't come out like that
I wanted to express happy emotions, but instead I never did
And I'll procrastinate and think of better places
And never work towards that
I'll refuse to put in money for anything
And I'll spend that money on food
And the floortrobe and trash will increase
The rounds will always stay the same
I'll try to start again from the giddy up
But instead I'll wallow in shame
Everything's changing
Everything's changed once again
Everything's changing
Everything's changed once again
There's no kind of happy emotions
There's nothing to satisfy
It's constant boredom and longing for something else
Not doing the same things I did a year ago
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4. |
Something's Not Working
03:22
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We took a deep trip into some hot water
And when we came back for air the atmosphere was oh so hotter
Oh no, where did we go?
I followed footsteps that led me off of a cliff
And then I fell onto a flat surface that was way too flat
Now how about that?
And when you're looking for something with no hope
Then I can tell something's not working
If you really cared about me then you'd realize
That hopes and dreams are barricaded by requirements that will never be resolved
Not before long
There's nothing worse than thinking of escaping here
But also wondering whatever's on the other side of it all
Thus I can relate to you
And when you're looking at the cycle of life
Then I can tell something's not working
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5. |
The City in Shambles
05:08
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Going through the dusty videotapes
Artifacts of an elusive landscape
Remember the chirping birds there?
What we'd listen to when we slept?
Now we're feeling melancholic for
The feelings we never kept
Scenes of unfournates wrapped up in cloth
Never happened then; to us it was froth
Now we have ripened, and we see everything
From a virtual window, in our comfortable dream
Because I'm afraid that
We will all cling
To our pale inertness
We'll not perserve a thing
Not perserve a thing
Yeah I guess I'm judging every one of you
It may be offensive, but it's certainly true
The future looks worse than the past
We're all stuck in that loop
But if we progress without any goals
Then what will happen to you?
And I'm just tired of waiting all of my life for something to happen
But change doesn't seem to occur relatively soon
We're all still clinging to past social norms and traditions
Whether it's connotated to be bad or good
The bombs are now falling
They fall so strong
The world has been blown up
Now all the birds are gone
Now all the birds are gone
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Everything's gelid again
It's about time I elope this place with my spouse
The quest for adventure and freedom
That I married a long time ago
I'm still scuffling everyday with minor setbacks that I produced myself
Letting the day turn into evening
Letting the evening turn into night
I've delegated no ambition to carry me through this
Only petty sparks of ectacsy, and meek choices I had to make for it
Well this could be all there really is
But I could sit here and complain, or I could go outside to find something to do
Standing by a tree in the woods, gazing at the shadow of Crowders Mountain
Wondering how it reflects, taking my mind off of right now
Atrophying my mindset into gelatin or some kind of state
That takes away my emotions, and ruins every chance I'd wanna stay alive
This cannot be all that exists
This cannot be everything herein
I was window-shopping; browsing my friends' lives yesterday
Everything's plodding, we all trudge and must always inveigh
We chase small pleasures, instead of pushing to seek eternal happiness
But there's no point, living paycheck to paycheck
I'm gonna live forever right now
I hope my mood never changes, I'm happy for once, I'll figure out how
I'll plan out my life, or I'll go with the flow
Because something will happen, something will come up
And make myself swing away from this point in my life
If this all there is, then I'll be damned
I'll never leave this time, never again
Get lost
Standing by a tree in the woods, gazing at the shadow of Crowders Mountain
Wondering how it reflects, taking my mind off of right now
Atrophying my mindset into gelatin or some kind of state
That takes away my emotions, and ruins every chance I'd wanna stay alive
Standing by a tree in the woods, gazing at the shadow of Crowders Mountain (some kind of rarity)
Wondering how it reflects, taking my mind off of right now (being cerished by me)
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7. |
Lebanon, Pennsylvania
03:54
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I've been getting a little bored here
The surroundings are not how they used to be
It's a complaint, but I guess I'm used to it
I complain to myself anyways now
It's really not that big of a deal
I'll finish the thought and put it on the desk for later
I've been getting a lot more bored here
The surroundings are tearing apart as it seems
Might as well revisit the theme of
Staring at the wall and never getting anything done
Staring at the monitor and not getting anything done
Eating chips to the bottom and hating myself for it
It's been getting a little too risky
But I've thought about it a many times
To lead myself on a trail
That leads to far away from here
And never really return
I don't like it here anyways
I don't really care for here at all
I guess I'll pack my belongings and finally leave
It gives me something to do anyways
To a shitty mountain town called Lebanon, Pennsylvania
Get a little stupid and run away
I guess it's for your own good
To a shitty mountain town called Lebanon, Pennsylvania
Where you can start a new life and fix your personality
And realize that everything was just an experience
Never take the chance for it and I guess you'll be stuck in this state forever
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Several decades ago, America came up with its brainchild
To build houses next to each other very closely
To create these fake towns all right next to a school
With maybe a park or a faulty shopping center near it
And now I can see the street that cars pass down through my window
And I hear the school bus that has no reason to pick me up anymore
And the cold winter breeze gives me a lone sensatation
Like I'm a ghost wandering here.
So what's the point of living here?
If I don't feel like I could fit in?
When everyone's boarded the train successfully
To depart
To get a fresh start
But I don't want to live in the past anymore longer
It makes me think about all the good times I had those years ago
But I don't want to remininsce all of the damn time
Because the future is lying ahead so eagerly to be explored
Should I pack my things and leave or should I continue to live here?
I could marry a beautiful woman and have three kids
And they'll go to the same places I did and I can have a reason
To live and die in suburbia
So what's the point of living here?
If I don't feel like I could fit in?
When everyone's boarded the train successfully
To depart
To get a fresh start
The windup is I don't want
To live and die in surburbia
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9. |
Death Song
03:42
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[instrumental]
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10. |
Weddington Makeout Point
03:56
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The bell rings as the school pours out at 3 PM
And everyone is improvising ideas for the weekend and tonight
A construction site of ideas and creative flow
Only to get bulldozed by life's pretentious bull
If you wake up tired and older one day,
I can understand why but
You must maintain the middle ground
And realize your youth
If you never accomplish this
Get kicked in the face by personifications,
You can find all of your teenage dreams and desires buried beneath Weddington Makeout Point
As I look towards the subway that everyone's taking,
I start to walk towards the train that stops slowly.
As they all board I trip and drop my briefcase,
And I miss the logical progression.
If you wake up tired and older one day,
I can understand why but
You must maintain the middle ground
And realize your youth
If you never accomplish this
Get kicked in the face by personifications,
You can find all of your teenage dreams and desires buried beneath Weddington Makeout Point
If you wake up tired and older one day,
I can understand why but
You must maintain the middle ground
And realize your youth
If you never accomplish this
Get kicked in the face by personifications,
You can find all of your teenage dreams and desires; an unwanted time capsule buried beneath Weddington Makeout Point
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Pink Pots Charlotte, North Carolina
We don't know what we're doing, but we're trying.
2015-2018
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