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STOVED IN

by DIRTY KILLS

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1.
Sometimes you just gotta cut your losses let's call the whole thing off. I'm sick of thinkin about decisions that didn't work out, I'm sick of thinking, I'm sick... But I write everything in my head to the same melody and it's old, I'm bored. I'd rather remember better times, like sunshinin down Garret hands Mary a beer after a long hitch into Pittsburgh. Or hungover at Del Taco southern california, drinking coffee with Ryan on the curb. But anyway your cutting words have cut me right out and this whole thing's gone on too long. I'm sitting in a Charlottetown basement now and there's nothing you can do to fuck with me now. Forget about drunken angry yelling, I said sometimes you just gotta cut your losses. Let's call the whole thing off.
2.
Stoved In 01:05
I left you with an awkward hug, a hangover of death and a coffee. Most things fall apart, and I guess we're falling apart. I drank an entire pitcher of beer to myself and I still don't have the answers. Most things fall apart and I guess we're falling apart.
3.
Oh me you her and "polyamory", my impulsive jealousy and her drunk on whiskey. I put you to the test, put you second best and I failed you. Drunk as a skunk on christmas. But I was barking up the wrong tree, I was drunk on a cop dad's whiskey. I had my chance through these times, through these years. I can tell the difference now, it's all, but it's not all that I need (let's start again). I got nothing left to do but sing a song for the ones I like best, the ones who are still here after all these years. Let's me and you drink beers. I got a thousand confessions to make to you. We each got a thousand stories the other forgets half of, so history's bound to repeat. I got nothing left to say. But tell you it was fucked and then walk away, I don't know how I spent all these years afraid. Let's me and you drink beers. I got a thousand confessions to make to you. We each got a thousand stories the other forgets half of, so history's bound to repeat. And that's alright I been waiting for so long to catch up with you, and talk nonsense at 2:00am.
4.
I-29 03:21
Eyes are on the yellow line. Passing time, passing towns we'll never pass any time in. We'll never understand what makes them tick, what makes them stay, how things ever came to this or where to go from here. Eyes are on the second hand everywhere that you go with no time to slow. With no time to go back to the way things were before we awoke (therefore you can take this life and shove it up your ass). We'll never understand what makes them tick, what makes them stay, how things ever came to this or where to go from here.
5.
This situation will repeat again, there's only so much we can do. Try and reach out for understanding, but sometimes there's no understand why people do the things they do. Have we spent too much time just sitting and talking? Sometimes that's all we can do, and I'd rather be talking with you. Instead I sit here filling this paper with responses when I'd rather just tell you off. But cutting words although clever, don't make anything better usually. Usually they just cut, and if we weren't all already so cut, maybe we wouldn't feel so fucked up. And maybe I'd be talking with you. All I can offer is all that I've offered and it was all too much and not enough. Too little to late, but they offer is always out there on the table if ever you should need, if ever you feel lost or weak.
6.
It's been 3 years since I've seen your face, facedown on the concrete sayin "I just want to drown the sadness out with sound of the city night". Ride the neon lights 'til morning and then we'll walk ourselves in circles backwards. Lock the door for another slow fight. And no it was never your fault, but we all lie sometimes... horizontal on the floor. You have 4 hours, just 4. And then shake off the letdown of another wasted day, cause words are cheap the more you talk. And all your hot air could heat our house through the winter.
7.
It's so good to see you alive, I been dreamin of times when the crew still lived together. I been thinking of times where nothing good ever dies. It felt so good to hug you all night, and marvel at all of the ways that you've changed. It felt so good to stay up and laugh at all the ways that you're still the same. Even if these dreams are dead, I'll never get this melody out of my head. Even if I can't hang on to these memories I still believe.
8.
"It's just a cycle, things can't go on like this", RJ said. Then laughed a crazy laugh, I chainsmoked half a pack of his next blues, pacing in front of the beer store talkin to you on his cellphone. Nothing will ever be the same and we're just failing at shit that we shoulda known better than to try. I'm sick of long distance phone calls and your uncertainty about me. Tired of this old highway, too disillusioned and cold to give a shit about people I meet, I see Nothing will ever be the same and we're just failing at shit that we shoulda known better than to try. It's just a cycle, we were all happy last year, weren't we?

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released August 2, 2013

Engineered by James O Tool @ Echo Chamber Audio, Halifax, NS, June 2013.

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