1. |
Warm Summer Sweater
02:17
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Now they're testing me for anxiety.
The results came back so frightening.
Doctor don't prescribe me anything.
All I'm missing is a solid night's sleep.
No strikes, just gutters,
And broken rudders.
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2. |
Pour
02:26
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So pour it on,
Pour me another.
Pour poor pour.
Forged our significance,
While we watch our youth slip,
Pour poor.
And we passed with flying colours,
The blame onto the suburbs.
Claimed our bleeding hearts were our mothers',
And our tempers were our fathers'.
And we all grew up as liars,
Desperate searches for forgivers.
I'm just trying to paint a picture,
Of a future that's less bitter.
Trade your disorders,
For my hangovers.
Poor pour poor.
Keep our friends close,
Our worries closer here,
Poor pour.
And we passed with flying colours,
The blame onto the suburbs.
Claimed our bleeding hearts were our mothers',
And our tempers were our fathers'.
And we all grew up as liars,
Desperate searches for forgivers.
I'm just trying to paint a picture,
Of a future that's less bitter.
As I step back from the laughter,
With a beer and my friend's lighter,
I vow to add some grandeur,
To this commonplace disaster.
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3. |
(Dolores)
01:29
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4. |
Shambles
02:42
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I see the vultures stare me down.
Your suspicions return to town.
I'll be underdog in this round.
I hope your conscience can't be found.
Hello shambles how I've missed you.
Hello disarray my friend.
She smells my rust and I hope she knows where to look to.
I'm back on this bench waiting.
Your glare fills me with that old hope.
I miss my friends in their white coats.
Hope this time they'll double my dose.
Get your alibi and hold me close.
Painted a bullseye on my chest.
Steady your hand now no regrets.
Help me to finally get some rest.
Steady your hand now no regrets.
Hello shambles how I've missed you.
Hello disarray my friend.
She smells my rust and I hope she knows where to look to.
I'm back on this bench waiting.
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5. |
Charity
03:55
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She's a cautious spender,
I'm a fraudulent charity.
So I would write her emo songs,
But she would write my eulogy.
Still Delores gets her chorus.
My candour betrays me,
So I try to convey.
Some sense of vulnerability,
In hopes to compensate.
Still Delores gets her chorus.
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Boys' Club Winnipeg, Manitoba
Three piece emo/punk band located in Winnipeg/Edmonton
Instagram: @boysclubmb
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