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Life In Misophonia

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Track Name: E-350
Silver, I know that you’re gone. One day I hope that we can talk about the way you had to leave. I hope you won’t hold it against me. Silver, I’ll never forget the way you let out your last breath. They say for a couple grand we could hit the road and make it back again. Maybe it’s a waste of time with you. Baby, I could waste some time with you. Silver, you’re the one I want. I don’t think our history is gone. You were the best friend I could have. I wish I could fall asleep in you again. Maybe it’s a waste of time with you. Baby, I could waste some time with you. 322,000. I’ll never know what happened. 322,000 miles with you. Maybe I could waste some time with you.
Track Name: Horseshoe
Got to the venue a few hours early. Wanted to play on the floor. Since the last band broke up people don’t show up anymore. The fog machines went off again. The stage lights are too damn bright. Squint my eyes, pretend to be alive for you. You’re in a horseshoe. I’d ask you to move up. You wouldn’t want to. After the last note I’ll say thanks. Unplug my shit and walk away. Hope we sell some cotton. I could do this more often. And now we finally load the gear. Wish I could get the hell out of here until next time when I see you. You’re in a horseshoe. I’d ask you to move up but I wouldn’t want to if I were in your shoes. I’d ask you to move up, you wouldn’t want to. Try not to lose my voice talking over house music. Trying not to lose my mind sitting in a van. Trying not to lose my soul. They say don’t write what you don’t know.
Track Name: Misophonia
This is the only way I can sleep. Yeah. I listen to white noise, try not to scream. Yeah. This is the only way I can dream. Yeah. Biting your nails rip out your teeth. Yeah. A good frequency is everything to me. The stars align and I look up at the wrong time. It’s kind of nice seeing stars in your eyes. Starting to think that I cannot breathe. Yeah. Blame it on coffee, I’ll brush my teeth. Yeah. So my ears will ring. Wish I couldn’t hear a thing. The stars align and I look up at the wrong time. It’s kind of nice seeing stars in your eyes. I had them too. Used to be just like you.
Track Name: Potholes
Laid on the hood of your car. Talked about the past and what was. Now we’re lit up by the stars and all your friends say when you grow up you lose your heart. We never grew up. Wanted to throw if I told you how I felt. Then summer came around. I’m the one who freezes roads. I’m the one who melts the snow. You’re the one who hit pot holes. I hate to see you go. Drove you back after the show. You were fucked up so I left the keys next to you. Maybe it’s a sign that the timing wasn’t right. I’m kept wondering if things could work out. I’m the one who freezes roads. I’m the one who melts the snow. You’re the one who hit pot holes. I hate to see you go.
Track Name: Choking On Nothing
Falling. I’m falling. The air’s gone. Could I land on that big cloud with you? So where’s my answer cause I’m falling faster and I don’t know what to do. I can’t concentrate. They’re all watching me choking on nothing. I try to shake it off, but I can’t break free. Choking on nothing. Dying. I’m dying to finally trade this broken brain for something new. How can I erase you if I just replaced you? I don’t know what to do. I can’t concentrate. They’re all watching me choking on nothing. I try to shake it off but I can’t break free. Choking on nothing. I wanted to get away, but the car was stalling out on me. Tried to jump a few but I keep shaking, dropping everything. So where’s my answer? I keep falling faster. I don’t know what to do.
Track Name: Fox Hill
I used to sit under my favorite tree, circling around on the tire swing. That neighborhood—it was such a blur. Waking up from dreams that would reoccur. I was an earthquake that shook your world down. You were an ashtray that fell to the ground. You broke into pieces, but I’m still around. When we grew up I never understood the way you pay the rent or the way I should. Covered in sweat in apartment ten. I can’t focus on now if I’m stuck back then. I was an earthquake that shook your world down. You were an ashtray that fell to the ground. And I was the storm that made your world drown. You broke into pieces, but I’m still around.
Track Name: Where You Are
Ten years ago we said if we were both single we’d meet at the Coney Island where I first saw you. Then you went off, got married, I got lost. I was trying to, “make it,” you made me promise to not forget. I don’t know where you are. I’d like to get to know you. I was scared. Unprepared to see a ghost I never thought would come back to haunt me. But it’s okay if we’re both acting our age. We grew apart for a decade, then again, who’s counting? Missed your call that day. I was stuck in therapy. You were sitting in the same booth. The same seat. The following day you had your surgery. I still remember the last thing you said to me. I don’t know where you are, but I want to get to know you.
Track Name: Down The Drain
I feel inadequate. The songs in my head won’t come out my hands. And you know, I don’t give a shit. I’m waiting for rain to come. I’d go down the drain and feel okay. You won’t miss me. I’ve got holes in my hands.
Track Name: Insanity
I was looking for a quick fix without the work it takes to get it, but I kept falling down. Now I’m heading for a life I can’t afford unless I take that low hanging fruit. Was the best I could do not good for you? The definition of insanity is doing the right thing over and over again expecting a different result. I should just give up. I guess it was a good attempt. Just like the time you said, “good set” when you weren’t in the building. I’m sick of jumping through these hoops. If no one’s watching we’re all doomed. You could fake it like a pro. You ought to know you make me choke. The definition of insanity is doing the right thing over and over again expecting some kind of reward that you don’t deserve. You know I don’t. Yeah, you know I don’t. And all you get from me is angry. You’re slamming on your horn, growing a pair of your own. All you get from me is angry. The definition of insanity is doing the right thing.
Track Name: Hotel Hallway
Lay in your bed and hope no one knocks. Forgot to hang the do not disturb sign next to the lock. The help walks in. It’s too awkward to talk. Every door’s the same and you’re to blame. You’re so plain. It’s okay. Fetishizing sadness like I won’t understand it. Life is a hotel hallway. You don’t know who you’re talking to. You probably think you’re special. You’re just looking for something new. Calling all has-beens, do you have a second? We’re just loners who loan loss to others. And this is sound therapy undercover.
Track Name: Flying Home for a Funeral
I’m here to tell your story. I wouldn’t call this mourning. Coffee can’t shake this feeling, but I wish that it could. You were present every moment and I hope that you would know that nobody is perfect. But you were pretty damn close. I heard your car in the driveway. The dog’s looking sideways. You walked up to the front door so I got up to see. I won’t hear you knock at all anymore. Goodbye year’s too permanent. So, “see you later” sounds like you meant that we’ll all see you again. I like the sound of that, but I won’t hear you knock at all anymore. I feel like it rains almost every Sunday. The perfect time to lose my faith. Instead of questioning what’s over my head I’ll try and take care of myself. It feels like it rains almost every Sunday. The perfect time to lose my faith. Instead of questioning what’s over my head I’ll try and remember what you said. Do your best to spread hope around. Don’t get distracted with the hatred of sound.

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