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Bad Holidays
02:46
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Seeing you from across a restaurant, I imagine the timber of your voice.
Sitting down to Christmas dinner, trying to ignore the empty chair's noise.
Looking at your loss at the table, wearing a Hawaiian shirt for fun.
Trying to keep together family members, despite all the fucked up shit they've done.
Will all our holidays now feel the same.
Are all our days are just stuck this way.
Is all our time spent without anyone behind us,
Making us go fucking insane.
I'm writing this song and thinking about how I haven't seen to you this month.
Sorry for all the times we've tried to talk and all the times I've been a cunt.
Please come back to my kitchen table, we can talk about all the sad shit you want.
Please come back to my kitchen table, Please, I can't be the only one.
Will all our holidays now feel the same.
Are all our days are just stuck this way.
Is all our time spent without anyone behind us,
Making us go fucking insane.
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Too Afraid to Care
04:35
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And now you're going through the same shit that I went through.
And I'm having trouble talking to you.
Because it was a long hard road,
I didn't make it home,
And now I don't think that I could.
It's one less thing to think about at night.
But I'm staying awake, worrying about when I'm gonna die.
And how everyday I'm not doing this right is a waste of time.
I'm out of ways to say I'm fine,
All I remember is you on the phone, crying.
Telling me how you'd fucked up your life,
And how you thought I'd turned out alright.
You called and asked to move home again.
Maybe I should've said yes right then,
But all I could do was imagine you on my doorstep.
You were so sick that night when she let you in.
I can't think of what to say to you so I pretend that you're not there.
I'll get a hold of you later, a message saying hey there,
I'm too much of a coward to show that I care.
I'm trying to run out of excuses to give you.
I'm trying to show you that I want to understand you.
The man on the radio told me what you'd been through,
I wish the world didn't know what that man took from you.
Now your cell phones in my junk drawer,
I buried it under some books of matches.
Car rides home, you were my whole life,
In the end it turned to ashes.
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Enabler
03:09
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A man buys beer at nine in the morning.
I follow him out to his car,
He rushes to that first drink, where it can be dark and lonely.
It's sunny outside and it's starting to hail.
Driving an old Corolla up commercial avenue
I hide at the bottom of 28th street.
Cuz there's nothing else to do.
And I promise you'll make it home,
Where you can drink alone.
Surrounded by bottles and cans,
where you can die on your own.
All alone.
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I'm sitting on my couch and I'm wrapped in a blanket.
A new album blasting in my ears, eyes closed, concentrating,
And I'm starting to want to tell you I love what you've done.
I'll hear this a thousand more times, our relationship has just begun.
There's not much left of me besides these songs that I'm hearing.
I've lost my care for work, others responsibilities and errands.
Asked to choose how I'll intervene in my own life,
I'm scared to say I plan on leaving all this normal shit behind.
Tears in my eyes for the third time this week,
and I remember when crying wasn't a thing for me.
In bathroom stalls at work,
And in the alley behind the bar.
Driving through Valley,
The parking lot of that church.
I've opened up anew,
I want to do things in the dark with you.
I used to not feel much,
but now that's all I seem to be able to do.
I feel like my life is a young boy trying to hold a girl's hand,
A first crush, uncomfortable, she smacks him in the head.
I'm trying to hold on to my job, it's security,
But she's laughing at me, this letdown is embarrassing.
There's people outside of our homeless shelter,
Worried about cleaning their cars, and where they're gonna go.
And thanks to you, I'll never be those folks, I'll always have a home,
But I still just keep feeling alone.
Breakdown thing
Now I'm,
Having dreams that were smoking cigarettes at someone else's wedding.
An old friend, I haven't seen in years joins me on the porch.
He tells me, "I'm not happy with my life, maybe neither are you.
Let's pick up some more bad habits, put our bodies to good use."
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American Hero
03:52
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Driving by your old house, I realize I won't make it nine months with you gone.
Because there's already a tightness in my chest and you don't leave for three days.
America is stealing all my friends this month.
And I can't pretend to care about the little things anymore.
And it's the first thing that I've felt since I watched someone die in January.
You keep apologizing for crying and I tell you it's fine.
I need you to know that I love you for crying.
And I sit in my car and tell you I love you and that I'll miss you.
On nights like these it's these words that are all I have.
It's these words that are all I'll need
Driving home in the rain, I think about all the other people that have had to say bye to someone they love.
And how all of them probably don't have to fucking do it tonight.
I know I'll see you again but everything is going to feel wrong till you're home and I can feel alright
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To hide from the pain you cause, you drown yourself,
Who knew ships in bottles could sink so low?
A place where you the violent current and the turbulent waves.
Looking for a place to hide, I set sail to the South.
Rolling seas and cold wet nights await me,
But with dark clouds behind me and my compass set,
I'll push through the darkness.
Rolling in the salty waves,
I realize I'm no longer afraid of the deep.
The unknown slowly becomes my companion.
In the deepest trench I'll settle myself.
Let the pressure take me.
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7. |
Life After Death
04:11
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Pressed up against a stage.
Can't stop thinking about your legs
Trying to figure out if tonight is worth the rain.
I know I'll think about you for days.
You'll make me question all the ways
And decisions that I made
To make sure that I was safe
And to keep my life mundane
I'll stare through the rain.
Listen to all the problems you say to me.
I'm scared about the day you're gonna die
From the passenger seat you'll tell me that you're fine.
I wish you didn't have to fucking lie all the time.
You may wear a brave face,
But you don't have to do that today.
Please tell me about your pain,
Just say the things you want to say.
I want to be by your side,
You don't have to tell me lies.
Just let me sit here with you tonight.
Is there a life after Death
Well I can't hold my breath
I'm too busy defending myself
In my own head
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David Sharko Mount Vernon, Washington
I make music that sounds like it was written by a sad, boring guy who thinks he is still a teenager.
Born in Anacortes, WA.
Currently living in Mount Vernon, WA.
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