released March 21, 2016
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- Track Name: Tip Tip
Four years of this has maybe made me temperamental but I just see lost potential in your fake community.
I'm nothing like the boys at your college, neglect to pursue higher knowledge in favor of the toxic culture and the best friends money can buy.
A rich tradition of the worst condition for your peers you'd reduce into dirt. The greek letters on your shirt that you can't even read.
You don't speak for me, fuck your fraternity.
- Track Name: Erase
I know how hard it is to remain honest when you roll with every punch dealt in this contest. Put the misery you feel back into context, you suffer because you're the one who cared.
Your head hangs for the same things that made my neck sore last year. And you said "I can't believe that she's standing next to me at my best friends basement show" - a cut reopened bleeds.
It hurts to leave and be left, I can't erase what she said; crying. Are these growing pains or is a part of me slowly dying?
- Track Name: Brooklyn
Waiting, patiently, for you to make up your mind. For you to keep floating, strolling slowly, people pass like the time.
Brooklyn looked a lot like Rutland, but scenery is so redundant when you're the only one I noticed anyway. You're the lights in every city I only saw the sidewalk in.
Hating the way you walked away from me. Even when you faked it.
I'd hate to over step but I'm glad we overslept, my mind and body were in the same place for once.
Brooklyn looked a lot like Rutland.
- Track Name: Civil War
Alive! Or dead I've lost my faith you've lost control of this. A near sighted generation laced with dollar bills. Out of step out of luck and out of time, a gilded age shackled to the wage where selflessness is seated second to your: your selfish fucking lies.
Little boys are buoyant off the coast of Greece, land of the free, home of the brave, and split up families. You can never find your footing if they cut off your feet. You'd let thousands of people die that weren't born between fake borders. Say it loud say it clear: REFUGEES ARE ALWAYS WELCOME HERE.
- Track Name: Resolve
I faced my fears, I grew up with this band. I shed those tears of laughter in that van with Get a Grip, what a trip, just a weekend what did we care? We're growing up but won't grow out.
Do you remember where we were, 2007? Group of kids, punk as hell, screaming out in grange-hall heaven. I know that I seem distant, I need you all to know, I build my life around this music I take it everywhere I go.
My resolve, never greater. It's in your blood you never waiver.