no matter which way you look at it half our backup supply is gone
and now the kids are out raiding their parents cabinets searching for any unturned stone
there is spirit in the searching for the courage to go it alone
i'd be a liar if i said this was not beautiful
and no matter which way you cut it the pie is poison but we are sewer rats
and we ingest however much we can take with our circulatory systems intact
so take two shots for the future
take another three for the past
relax your mind and open your eyes and think of something clever to say real fast
there's a small potential greatness concentrated in this basement
a small potential for something transcendent
something that won't make us all want to end it
a small potential greatness concentrated in this place
and we don't have to burn it down to know it's all natural
so i started smoking cigarettes
always felt like i was second best
so i only had a minor case of arrogance
and i threw away my high school degree as soon as they gave it to me
well i'm sure that someone kept a record of it on the internet
and so i try to keep an open mind at all times
figure out which habits i should quit
there's a small potential greatness in the routines to which i stick
and i don't have to love my life to know it's all natural
but let me tell you that when you talk to me
your voice reaches the corners of this fractured scene
so your high school party does not sound so appealing to me.
Track Name: Be A Burnout
i was five when it all came to pass
icaught my eye on a pretty kid with her hair tied in class
and when she let it down, it cast across the room
i swear i could see her begin to bloom
i never forgave myself for staring
i was fifteen when the disease entered me
i charted up its progress in a letter
she told her mom, who told her therapist, who told my parents
and i never forgave her for snitching
where does it go when you lose control? i can't wait to see where it leads
can't wait for you to be a burnout, baby
can't wait to see you lying on the floor
can't wait for you to be a burnout, baby
and not love you anymore
closing shop, everybody's off the clock
college townie dusk
it's a perfect year for a summer fling
we're gonna write another record and i'm gonna sing
but i will never go back, no i won't go back to that subject
i watched it go when i lost control
i can't wait to see where it leads
Track Name: Imaginary #2
you used to say that with a lesser heart and mind you would've gotten far but your torment persists and bad thoughts don't quit, no they've brought you to where you are: by a bonfire on the beach with your head on your shoulders and your arms around me. yea i know it's not the best place to be. i agree.
but when i turned seventeen you were the most beautiful woman that i had ever seen. i imagined your past life in a larger city and i went cold with the thought of touching your body even inside my dreams. you were imaginary. you were trapped inside of me but i was free.
you dyed your hair and then you cut it off. we met on weeknights at the coffee shop and you said "i don't exist to make you feel any better. i come and go like changes in the weather" well if you were a hurricane and i was a storm we will meet up some day soon when the air gets warm and we will give each other shelter as we travel up the delta ravaging city after city on the northeastern seaboard in a downpour of love and pain and feelings more unsure.
and i suppose we might regret it but i can't forget it. we'll figure out in twenty years exactly what we stood for.
so now you say that with a lesser man you'll become emotionally blind, but i know you better, you don't need anybody else to shine. yea i know you well, you don't need nobody else.
Track Name: Christie
i've got a two step plan for resilience it goes 'hate everyone you come in contact with' and then 'expect them all to love you. expect all the girls to want to fuck you'
i could cut off all my fake blonde hair and broadcast my voice through the air like an atom in the void. i am a special kind of boy.
you don't know how hard you broke my fall. i can't live without you christie. i've got a bottle i call home, i've got a tired metaphor, you've got a few of your own.
and in the words of every sad refrain on every adolescent page
i wanna cover up the bodies. i wanna steal your daddy's car keys
but in philosophy you're arguing for god and i swear i saw him through the fog on college street i'm walking two blocks to your apartment
and it's hard to know what's right. i lost my paradise lost when i got lost in paradise. so be my desert island keepsake for tonight but the rescue ship is coming at high tide