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Death is a Warm Blanket

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released September 13, 2019

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Track Name: Leather Daddy
if you don’t want to talk, then just don’t talk
i’m fine with us just sitting in silence  
if you want me to go then just say so  
you can drop me off somewhere 
i don’t know . . . 
i don’t have anywhere to go 
i’ve got nowhere to go 
i found you passed out in your doorway  
a few more seconds and you might have made it to your bed  
we used to be the fireball whiskey weekend warriors
but now, it’s Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday . . . 
i don’t know if we’ll ever be sober again  
i have a pile of regrets 
i tear it down
build it up
tear it down
build it up
tear it down
dismembered climbing up your window
a few more hours down at Grady and we’ll be back peeing off the porch
i’ve only got a couple limbs though
i’m pulling straws
i can’t even . . .
i don’t have anywhere to go
i’ve got nowhere to go
just a pile of regrets
two fifths of cheap shit
three years of free rent, tight jeans, and loose men
if you don’t want to talk then just don’t talk
i’m fine with us just sitting in silence
if you want me to go then just say so
Track Name: Float to the Top
striking poses for candid throwbacks
clout-face, love-hungry grins
dirty laundry in a scented trash bag
air it out
let it blow in the wind
out of scope
i see myself in you though
when we’re down and out we go out
wake up dried-up in a wet bed
two empty fifths and a mouth of chalk
washed up
torn up
disaffected
my friends don’t swim; we float to the top
femme fatale with a coke-glittered glow
wear a dress
i don’t really care
trade your hat for a pack of Newports
get depressed cut off all of your hair
i’ve kept myself a secret
made it all so cryptic
i hate myself for it
can’t forgive
can’t forget
can’t wear those pants like I used to
can’t yell as loud as I used to yell
i talk shit at flat on the weekends
you give blood then you give up on yourself
my friends don’t swim; we float to the top
Track Name: DIAWB
i’ve been trying to sell my soul
i’m at the back of the line
green mining through ashtrays
some things never change
the bottom shelf is a black hole
Slow and Low, Rock and Rye
knocked me out for a while
now, i’m wide-awake
i don’t want to . . .
i don’t want it
chip crumbs on my shoulder
i always shit where i sleep
i’m asleep in your living room so guard your things
i really needed a blanket
i didn’t know how to ask
buried deep in your cushions . . .
i’m dead
(bury me)
i don’t want to
(death is a warm blanket)
i don’t want to
(bury me)
i don’t want to feel it
(cover up, move on to better things)
i don’t want to
(bury me)
i don’t want to
(bury me)
i don’t want to feel
Track Name: The Brakeman Has Resigned
i’ve been pouring on cement
i’m in up to my face
exploiting my demons
laying myself to waste
it doesn’t really get better
that’s just something they say
no, we’re all racing to the bottom . . .
let’s skip to the last scene
i want to be here to watch it all
don’t pray for me
i’m not blind
i’m just sick
endlessly looping concrete
rubbing stiff knees in the back seat
feeling indolent
sleeping and dulling sprained ribs and mucus with codeine and compliments
when all our stickers are peeled off of the bathrooms that we shit in in the places that we visit, i’ll have nothing
nothing to show for this
i don’t want to get sucked under the tracks
i’m not eager to prove myself right
but i keep shoveling coal under the boiler
this train is bound for hell
the brakeman has resigned
(racing to the bottom)
apart at the seams
(racing to the grave)
this is a time piece
(racing to the bottom)
let’s skip to the last scene
i want to be here to watch it all
don’t pray for me
i’m not blind
i’m just sick
Track Name: Hate TKO
fix what’s broken 
if it isn’t broke, then break it
the last of our scene are circled with pitchforks
yelling, “bleach out all the colors.  paint it black and grey.  kill off all your heroes.  destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe.” 
so write off all of your old friends
tolerance is a well-swept path to hell
build a shrine to your resentment
tell me again what a rough hand you’ve been dealt
recirculating the worry
holding onto your pain
it doesn’t really get better
that’s just something they say
so, bleach out all the colors
paint it black and grey
kill off all your heroes
destroy whatever makes you feel unsafe
Track Name: Pull
i never wanted this . . .
whatever i’ve got right now
i was waiting on it to get easier
i’m still waiting it out
you’re pulling me back
you’re pulling me back down
you win
i can’t
i can’t do this again
if i ever get that bad, take me out to a field and shoot me
if i ever get that bad
take what you can; don’t leave me with your hands empty
i know what you want
i’m not resistant
i’m speeding it up
the best days are when I know that it’s over
the worst are when I hope that it’s not
there’s a footnote at the bottom of a page that no one reads
the last representation of what we used to be
we refuse to accept it but it fits us like a glove
you don’t have to be happy to be loved
Track Name: Love’s Will Tear Us Apart
if the shoe fits, then the shoe fits
it’s effortless falling backwards.
but, can you stomach it?
it’s never going to get better than this
Track Name: Mirrors
feet on the side mirror with a sunset in the rearview
i’m coming back.
back to the state; to a constant state of crisis
. . . because what do you do once you’re safe and you find that everything you wanted is everything you hate?
time hasn’t been kind
it’s been building up under our eyes
but we’ve got time still
we’ll figure it out
we’ve taken it this far so why stop now?
show me some teeth
i want to feel it
i need something worth keeping a secret
i need something
Track Name: Carry
riding the break of the death wave
cold wind in the sails
caught up in the foreplay
never playing it out
you can’t disappear so you bury your head in the ground
but they’ll all sit back when you go to climb out of that hole
;when your heart gets cold
our eyes will roll til they get stuck facing backwards in our heads with a victim’s boundless virtuosity
you’ve gotta own your flaws to loose their jaws
i’m just driving in that wedge
cause i don’t get caught with my pants around my feet
so don’t do me any favors
i can take care of me
no, i don’t owe anyone anything
things are built to be broken
thrown and piled away
the end will justify the means
born with two wrong feet
it’s what you let it be
do you murder me in your lucid dreams?
oh god, I hope you do
and you’ll plan it out in real life someday soon
i found my niche in this pile of shit
i’ve got nothing left to prove
but there’s nothing else that i really want to do
so this is what i do
Track Name: Part of It
if you only look at what you want to see, 
you can see whatever you want to believe
you can make your mantra “love all equally” 
and hate everyone else that disagrees  
in a perfect world, i don’t think i would sing
my voice would shrink in peaceful atrophy
i don’t want to spend eternity wandering around some distant cloud in a victor’s crown
that sounds like hell to me
so when it’s all unfolding, when you’re ripping out your seams, when the tides start calling, i hope you think of me  
when it’s all for nothing . . .
every fuck you chose to give
the truth was always ugly 
Honesty is Insensitive.
every god and every conscious mouth will sing, “we filled it up the world is ending”  i’m resigned to be a part of everything  
i want to know when it falls apart that I did my part 
that part of it was me

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