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Snow piled on tables, up on scales, into bags
Late night beer and smoke, too sleepy and awake
Crazy eyes over eggs, crazy eyes like mine, cloths from a streetcart, too much beer for the time at hand
Night time passed by me again.
Phone calls that should never be made.
Phone calls that speed last night into today.
So, where will you be in ten years?
This is the part where you don't stay right here.
Smoking pain's a pang beneath the left ribcage.
Gasping idle breathing, burning to these thoughts of leaving.
Was it cold hands gripping fears of being all alone in the world when I got there?
I'm choking in my sleep.
Fostered aching tension, demented bruised inventions.
Unbelievable, burnt out and seasonal.
And I've been saying this for years.
Packing bags, not cleaning all of last night's empty beers.
A war of words waged by the faithless.
Screaming in deep sleep.
Unjustifiable stagnation so where will I be in ten years
Hopefully I won't be here
Nose and eyes betray
You never did believe me
Under my own skin
This is the part where you don't say
This is the part where you don't say
- Album:
- Metropole
- News From Yalta (EP)
- Cocktails & Dreams
- A Guided Tour of Chicago
- Buttsweat And Tears
- The Greatest Story Ever Told
- Apathy and Exhaustion
- Ghost Stories
- Present Day Memories
- Metropole (Deluxe Edition)
- You Are Here
- Seventeener (17th and 37th)
- Plea for Peace: Take Action, Vol. 2
- Mass Destruction
- Oh! Calcutta!
- Rock Sound, Volume 107
- Free Fat Sampler
- Punk Rawk Explosion, Volume 31
- Anti-Floyd: The Terrier State
- Pop Punk Loves You Too