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Pratfall
02:35
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Walked home feeling beaten up she said
You’re fine get over it, it’s true
I’m fine I’m over it it’s through
Woke up feeling torn between
Faking sick or just taking it
I didn’t fake sick I’ll probably wish I did
Something felt funny in the cold air that I breathed
I grabbed my money and my cell phone and my keys
I left the house with about half the breath I need
And I held my breath past cemeteries
Went about my ordinary life
Yeah I’ll make it work
It’s just a little bit worse
Just a little bit worse
Just a little bit
It’s a pratfall, it’s a shit catch 22
And I’ve done it too
But I feel like you just do it so much better
So come on and get on with it
Out with it, lay it on me and I’ll see
If I can put it all together
Got out with some time on my hands
But nowhere to kill it and no one to stand by me
Another night spent listening to fights outside
Another night spent wishing my life was mine
It’s fine
There’s just too much shit on my plate
And I have even touched it
And all my friends are forgetting me
And I haven’t even left yet
They gave us shit for asking and piss poor answers no
I guess I had it right the first time
I guess I shouldn’t care at all
It’s a pratfall, it’s a shit catch 22
And I’ve done it too
But I feel like you just do it so much better
So come on and get on with it
Out with it, lay it on me and I’ll see
If I can put it all together
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Distance
02:48
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It’s a new year but it’s the same me
and every time I talk I'm always gasping for air
Because the things I say take up too much time
I'm always lost when it comes to directions
and every time she talks I just can't pay attention
probably wouldn't want to hear it anyway
So I'm keeping my distance because I'm scared of the sun
And I hate the way I sound when I start moving my tongue
I wish I was quicker, wittier, maybe a little less anxious
I guess I'll start by standing up straight
And I'm so happy that you picked up the phone
You know I always want to call but I'm scared that he's home
And I don't want to have to beat myself up anymore
So I'm keeping my distance because I'm scared of the sun
And I hate the way I sound when I start moving my tongue
I wish I was quicker, wittier, maybe a little less anxious
I guess I'll start by standing up straight
And you want to tell me everything he said
But I'm just waiting till he raises the living dead
In my head, nothing seems to go right
And every time I talk it’s an attempt at a fight
You know I've got everything wrong, at least I hope so
So I'm keeping my distance because I'm scared of the sun
And I hate the way I sound when I start moving my tongue
I wish I was quicker, wittier, maybe a little less anxious
I guess I'll start by standing up straight
About time I get my story straight
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Corrina, Corrina Red Bank, New Jersey
High school friends from central New Jersey.
Brian McKenna- Vocals/Guitar
Deaglan Howlett- Vocals/Guitar
Kyle Donovan- Bass/Guitar
Matt Kessig- Drums
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