Split

by Sunning

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Our songs off our 3-way split with Shirts vs. Skins & Cut The Brakes. Self released w/ physical release on cassette by I Regret Nothing Records.

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released March 22, 2013

Tracks 3, 4 recorded & mixed by Tom Kelly at Cellar Door Studio.

Tracks 3, 4 mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio.

Additional vocals on track 3 by Tim Serr of Parkdale.

Album artwork by Rob Menzer.

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We're a band from Long Island, NY.

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Track Name: Short Stories
I hope you know I'm not alright
I think I'm losing my fucking mind
And it's all your fault
I hate it when you say you don't know what you want

You're just like all the rest
How could I see anything different?
Indecisive; condescending
But in the shadow of someone else

At least I can think for myself

I won't be so easily influenced by my peers
(I'm not that desperate to fit in)
And if you think that for a second, that I would let you fool me twice
(Well you better think again)

And it's like the saying goes
"You can't get blood from a stone"
And I have nothing left to give
And nothing left to lose
And if this is the path you choose
I'm better off without you

Don't ask me to come around
Just count me the fuck out
I guess I won't see you around
Track Name: The Capital of Texas
You always want what you can't have
And it's safe to say I've left you in the past
Full of all your regret & doubt
You always brought me down, & I'm glad that I got out

You always want what you can't have
I'm doing fine, you're going nowhere fast
And every time you tried to get the upper hand
Was just another nail, digging in your coffin

I always thought that I would be there to help you out
But every time I did, you dragged me to hell

I'm tired of your daggers searching for my back
Don't call my name, don't call my friends
The things I have you lack
You had your chance & you just spit in everyone's face
It's your own fault, that you threw it away

And stop pretending that you're something you're not
Everyone can see right through your facade
One foot in yesterday; the other in your grave
And you have no one but yourself to blame

I always thought that I would be there to help you out
But every time I did, you dragged me to hell

I'm tired of your daggers searching for my back
Don't call my name, don't call my friends
The things I have you lack
You had your chance & you just spit in everyone's face
It's your own fault, that you threw it away

On & on & on, we play this game
On & on & on, you stay the same
You took what you wanted & then went & left
I'm sick of this shit, you've lost my respect
On & on & on, & you're to blame

I'm tired of your daggers searching for my back
Don't call my name, don't call my friends
The things I have you lack
You had your chance & you just spit in everyone's face
It's your own fault, that you threw it away

(I'll be better off on my own
While you're wasting away at home
I'm better off alone)

You threw it away