1. |
Making Sense
02:35
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Take your bets on the land while I leave by sea,
struggling to think about sobriety
'Cause maybe then I'd see
this fucking scares me
Wishful thinking, office sitting
Stick stuck in the mud routine
This street is burning,
I think I'm turning around
But maybe I'll feel better
when these drinks start kicking in
And maybe I'll get better
when I start to make some
make some sense of all of this
making sense of all of this
making sense of all of this
never felt so confusing before
I keep struggling
to find the time
I don't feel reason
and I don't hear rhymes
I just see landmines
blowing up in my face next time
They won't care
when this all fails
but I got tricks up sleeve
so ships might sail
or I'm just lying to myself again
Maybe our brains work better
when we start to break them in
and maybe I'll get better
when I start to make some
make some sense of all of this
making sense of all of this
making sense of all of this
never felt so confusing before
So it's lights out
if I got it all wrong from the get-go
Jump ship
think I got it all wrong from the get-go
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2. |
Long Way Up
02:34
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Anyone got something new
to tell me?
Something other than
"thats how it goes?"
Process the process, baby
You can handle all the ebbs & flows
Too many words to say and
leaning in and saying
none at all
Pitch my tent at rock bottom,
not climbing from the fall
It's just a long way up
So I sit back down again
I might fuck up now and then
I just wanna do
what I said I'd do
Because I think if I stay here too long
I won't catch a grip
I'll become the whiney alley 40 guy
who can't stop talking shit
So what more can I be
than sweaty hands
and OCD?
Twenty-five and estimating
what lobotomies would cost me
Laughing at another
sick, sad movie
yelling at a person
in my car
smiling at favorite pictures
then you start to look at where you are
I'll take the charge if maybe
you can just give me the guarantee
and tell me next year gets better
how could it get worse?
Stayed here too long
I can't catch a grip
(I cannot catch a grip)
becoming the whiney alley 40 guy
who can't stop talking shit
So what more can I be
Staying up late
and bad TV?
Twenty-five and estimating
what lobotomies would cost me
"I was happy,
floating,
staring at the stars"
they always rip you down
from where you are
Waiting
for shit to stick
"Think it in your head"
Yeah, that's always what they said
to me
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3. |
Jimmy Was Jimmy
02:23
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This doesn't feel a lot like home
but I've been floating on a bed for weeks
drinking to avoid all of my panic attacks
then they catch up in the morning
I dragged the lakes in my room
and all I found were all the hopes and fears
I searched for something new to do
and all I landed on was drugs & beer
I gotta replace the memories
I'm slowly reaching catastrophe
You got a grip on reality
So pencil me back in
Hands up or I swear
I'll shoot
I'm holding hostage shitty attitudes
Got obsessed with other people's salaries
then lost myself completely
If you don't mind
I'll re-align
Met me at a very strange time in my life
I'm in-between
a boy unseen
I wake up in cold sweats because of fucked up dreams
I gotta replace the memories
I'm slowly reaching catastophe
You got a grip on reality
So pencil me back in
I'll waste more on all the therapy
'Cause staying still got the best of me
You got a grip on reality
So pencil me back in
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4. |
Gray
03:01
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Could you take
all my darker thoughts
and at least make them gray?
Cause I act like nothing's wrong
about anything and everything
I say
You think that I'm gonna
waste another month on this?
Or get myself together, shit
My demise,
SSRI's make me think
more about ending it
My body keeps on taking
all the shaking
til I vibrate into nothingness
so someone hear me out
Tell me-
Could you take
all my darker thoughts
and at least make them gray?
Cause all I do is act like nothing's wrong
about anything and everything I say
and I don't think I care anymore
I never seem to feel okay
cause nobody takes my bad ideas
and nobody wants to shoot them straight
it's all downhill these days
Cause I've always been down
with honesty
So don't just tell me what
I wanna hear all of the time
Why do all my favorite movies
need shitty spin-offs?
Why does everybody
eat it up?
Guess I'll shut the fuck up
More whiskey
I'll start rambling now
and I don't know how to
take this call
pills & alcohol
oh shit
I never seem to feel okay
(always been down)
I never seem to feel okay
(don't tell me what...)
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5. |
Any Given Time
03:03
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What's the point of slowing down
or building barricades
when you break them down?
And right when things felt serious,
you had a new plan figured out
And what's the point of random follows
every few months?
I guess that's just modern compromise
it sucks and I start to realize that
I don't think about
what you're doing at
any given time
at any given time (2x)
You covered yourself in tattoos
free and from that
man you didn't marry
you ever wake up
and find that scary?
I know
we've got no control
over the people we meet
I just got a radar that you don't
I'll always stay honest
but you won't
And cutting you off
never felt so easy
I hope I don't see you
at the shows
I'm sure I've taken up
lots of storage space
but you never did for me
and it shows (3x)
I don't think about
what you're doing at
any given time
at any given time
I'm not lying
I don't think about
what you're doing at
any given time
at any given time
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6. |
Tight Rope
01:03
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Walking a tight rope
and wearing a blindfold
putting faith into the wind
overanalyzing all things
from the fall to the floor
I stopped keeping score
stepping in and stepping out
way further than you said
I could
Why you always gotta be
so problematic
add it up
and it takes nothing from you
doesn't always have to
be so damn dramatic
guess you'll never find
a better thing to do
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7. |
Substances
01:57
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The world almost ended
and everyone still stayed shitty
so why do all the world's
ugliest people
end up so pretty?
And why do I
spend so much on substances
just to forget all the instances?
why do I
care about the way
things might play out?
I self-medicate
and debate all the little things
I wish I was just the person I am
without any feelings
Yeah, so maybe this
makes sense when I'm thirty
or maybe this shit comes back around
but why do I care about the way
things might play out?
The world almost ended
and everyone still stayed shitty
so why do all the world's
ugliest people
end up so pretty?
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8. |
Nothing Makes Sense
02:39
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We finally got snow
but then they paved the roads
a little bit too early
when you want to stay home
Stuck living in past-tense
when nothing makes sense
it's just the way the conversation
starts and ends
it ends up badly
I don't know how many times
that I'll say sorry
for being nervous
I'm so great at saying fucked up shit
all of the time
(all of the time)
but what if I try
to clean myself up nice this time?
Throw the bait out
and I'll bite
it's that feeling of
overcomplicating
the moment things feel right
I'm standing in the weight of it
and I'm committed to every bit
til they're all laughing with me
or they're taking all my shit
Detonating the charges
so stand back
my test if patience
waiting to attack
Nothing makes sense
when riddled with doubt
just the way it all plays out
just the way it all plays out
Nothing makes sense
so let it all out
just the way it all plays out
just the way it all plays out
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