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I'm Sorry for Shouting
03:48
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I’m afraid that if I go to sleep then life is gonna pass me by,
But when I’m laying in your arms, all my worries often die.
We’ll always have our bad days,
Oh at least I’m gonna spend ‘em with you.
A love like this just had to be,
We were bound to meet eventually.
Staying up late, fingers through your hair,
Favourite high school albums that we share.
Sorry I still live with my mother,
But do you wanna come back to mine for some fun?
I owe a few sorrys and I’m just hoping that this song is enough,
Coz I’m telling you,
That I want you, I need you, I’m gonna stand by you,
I’m sorry for shouting, I probably sound psycho,
I fell for you firmly after sometime alone,
My heart it knew quickly, my head is still trying to catch up.
Do you remember that night you first entered my life?
We spent the whole next day together under sheets at my place and
Only rose in twilight, a servo run for pizza shapes oh oh,
Do you remember that day?
If I’ve learnt anything,
Its that there’s lessons to be learnt from all of this
And you’re the one I want to learn the rest of ‘em with.
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2. |
When We First Met
03:11
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You broke up with him,
And I was tearing his band apart.
Told him we were gonna go sesh,
Didn’t mean to break your heart.
This is the song that you should’ve
Got when we first met when I was to busy to believe,
Compatibility bursting at the seams,
From no direction I could see you were made for me.
You broke up with him,
And I was tearing apart his band.
Told him we were gonna go sesh,
And we did, yeah we made out in my van.
Oh, I don’t wanna miss,
Hanging out at shows,
Or eating MDMA at home,
Or the Bunbury trips and interstate,
Use your flight credits lets fly to Adelaide.
This could be perfect if I just let it,
So I gotta see you yeah I gotta tell you,
That I’ll put an end to all of my aggressions,
Make a change learn a lesson.
I wanna be back in the basement,
Just like that band that we like says.
I wanna be back in the basement,
I wanna do this all over again!
This is the song that you should’ve got,
When we first met.
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Easier
03:50
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I know I don’t have to live like this,
and I know I don’t have to be a piece of shit,
But I do it, because it’s easier,
And I know I should probably clean my room,
and it’s probably time to quit smoking soon,
But I don’t, because it’s easier.
Easier than dealing with you,
Because I know that I should probably be studying too,
That deadline is coming up soon,
And I’m not ready.
I know i don’t have to live like this,
and I know I don’t have to be a piece of shit,
But I do it, because it’s easier,
And I know I should probably reply to you,
or find some time to come and visit soon,
But I don’t, because it’s easier.
Easier than dealing with the things on my mind,
Because I know, I know, it’s getting harder to find,
Time to come to see you,
And I hope you know I miss you.
I’m sorry,
But you’re not listening,
But somehow that’s actually fine,
Let’s waste tonight alone together at the park drinking red wine,
Somehow that’s actually fine,
Somehow that is actually fine
But I guess that’s life, however shit that is.
Yeah I guess that’s life, so fuck off and get a mortgage.
I know i don’t have to live like this,
and I know I don’t have to be a piece of shit,
But I do it, because it’s easier,
And I know I should probably reply to you,
or find some time to come and visit soon,
But I don’t, because it’s easier.
Easier when I’m here with you,
Easier when I’m here with you,
Easier when I’m here with you,
But we should probably both get leaving soon.
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You are a fragile mess,
I’m dancing around broken eggs.
Stepping through a mind field,
Of insecurities, tell me how you really feel.
My art suffers so you don’t,
I’m barely keeping dreams afloat.
Can two people really combine,
Without leaving who they were behind?
Talk about the pain in my neck,
Dress it up a cryptic vent,
Build it all up in your head,
Take offence to everything I’ve said.
I had a script ready in my head,
Instead entered guns blazing,
We’re both guilty of guilt tripping,
Sarcasm and passive aggression.
Sacrifice, apathy, finding balance, losing sleep,
(When it gets to hard, This is all a choice)
Sacrifice, apathy, I’m selfishly one sided when I’m losing sleep,
(When it gets to hard, This is all a choice)
I had a script ready in my head,
Instead entered guns blazing,
We’re both guilty of guilt tripping,
Sarcasm and passive aggression,
Sarcasm and passive aggression.
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5. |
Mashed
01:13
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6. |
Taties
04:18
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When I met you, we were both in a terrible place,
Growing up, growing old as if we had a choice,
Losing friends and missing family, not knowing what to do,
So you’ll drink and I’ll smoke until one of us does,
The thing that we both want to.
‘cause you know that I’m a dickhead
and you know I’ll over think things all again,
Over and over, over and over,
And I hope you know I mean well,
‘cause I’d never wanna make you feel
Anything but perfect.
But if there’s one thing that I know for certain,
If there’s one thing that I know for sure,
It’s that when I lay my head,
next to yours in our tiny bed,
I can rest easy,
Knowing I’ve got you.
There’s no way that I should be
giving you any more chances, but I can’t help it,
There’s no way that I could be, without you.
I don’t know where I would be,
if I hadn’t met you there on that balcony,
And I don’t know what I would do,
except write sad songs about you.
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7. |
Sick Day
04:22
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Holy fuck it’s freezing,
Where the fuck’s my beanie?
Ice caps are melting,
Still coal is burning.
I should really smoke less weed,
But it’s my coping technique,
So I just sit in fear,
And wait for my love to get here.
Last week I broke down again,
That’s ok I got plenty of friends,
When the fuck are they gonna,
Be allowed to marry who they wanna?
I ran out of money,
But at least I’ve got marijuana,
So I pack another cone and,
Wait for my love to get home.
When I’ve had all I can take,
I’ll take another sick day,
Sit crossed legged and I say,
Calm, Am I.
No one’s gonna change if you,
Keep calling them names,
So maybe it’s time I practiced,
All that I preach.
But fuck me it’s 2017,
And we’re still dealing with nazis (cunts)
So I put my phone down coz,
my love is coming around.
When I’ve had all I can take,
I’ll take another sick day,
Sit crossed legged and I say,
Calm, Am I....
...the guy you see at shows,
But I won’t ever approach,
Without the security,
Of my phone screen.
I yell at the people that I love,
I’m sorry I’ve been acting up,
Just clearing all the bad moods from my head room.
When I’ve had all I can take,
I’ll take another sick day,
Sit crossed legged and I say,
Calm, Am I.
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8. |
All in Your Head
03:17
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When you said its all in your head,
I said that’s where everything is.
You don’t have to get better over night,
You just gotta get better with time.
And I know I don’t always understand,
Ill admit sometimes I don’t even try.
I know that there’s talk,
Of me moving away,
But I don’t know what will become of me,
If I chose to stay.
But I realised on the balcony where I have lost a lot of days,
You were the only one who wasn’t there that I wished could be.
And then suddenly staring right back at me,
Were all the reasons I had for me not to leave.
Im asking to be alone again,
I know those words get you scared,
But I get it now I ask you around and then say I need more space,
I raise my voice my heart breaks when I see your face,
Whoa ohhhh,
What about my mental health, what about the things that I need?
I wonder, I remember you saying the same thing to me.
It kills me to see you so depressed,
But I know you’re doing your best,
So lets finally do it, lets get clean,
Do what we say we’re gonna do and say what we mean,
I’ll stop enabling you if you stop enabling me,
And I’ll mend the family I’ve been neglecting,
Save some money get the fuck out of here with you.
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Nervous Now Perth, Australia
Nervous Now are a four-piece punk/rock band that play songs you can dance to while simultaneously singing about things that make you wanna scream and cry.
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