1. |
gotta have fun
01:14
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oh, you gotta have fun
oh, you gotta have fun
oh, you gotta have fun
oh, you gotta have fun
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2. |
catsitting
02:18
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i don’t think that i deserve to be talked to in this way
said you loved me never asked me if i feel the same
dont think that its worth it
if i never see your face again
that would be okay
because i don’t need this
so i’m sorry
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3. |
big head
01:33
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not gonna say it
i know what you wanna hear but i cant bear to tell you what i think
i do not know what you think about when you sleep
when you close your eyes its hard to see anything
so if you want to
then you can do
anything that you want to me
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4. |
green song
02:09
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i know that i walk fast
there’s a bomb strapped to my back
and i don’t care if i see you at the red light
i’ll burn up and shine so bright
like fireworks, an apartment complex
like sitting in your car and trying not to kiss you
you could be doing something better with your time
oh you could be so pretty if you weren’t a bike cop
you could mean so much more
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5. |
murray
01:38
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said this place never feels like home
got an ad for a hotel room
i’m always in the backseat of your car
biting my tongue on words that disparage you
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6. |
marin has heelys
00:59
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hey man, what’d you fuck up this time
going away for the summer we’ll never see each other again
can’t say you’re fucking something up if it was never really a thing at all
so is it really over
i never understood a hiatus
maybe we’ll realize we’re meant to come back together
or stay our separate ways
i’m going through, i’m pushing through
i just got my license
i’m running through, i’m moving through
i’m zooming through, zoboomafoo
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7. |
the bluffs
02:39
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i’ve started to hate my dog
because she reminds me of everything i hate about myself
she’s never fucking leaving me alone, she’s always begging for me not to go
and i hate it, so i know you hate it
it’s like i’m staring at a funhouse mirror, trying to make it all seem perfectly clear
trying to feel happy
but it’s so hard
when nothing makes me feel happy
nothing makes me feel happy at all
so i’ll stare at the ocean blue
and i’ll try not to think of you
but it’s so hard when there’s nothing else to do
than let thoughts run around in my head
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8. |
(oh, you gotta have fun)
01:27
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oh, you gotta have fun
oh, you gotta have fun
oh, you gotta have fun
oh, you gotta have fun
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9. |
lucky penny
02:50
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getting fucked in the head
i need it
feeling better off dead
and i hate it
no one gives a shit
complacent
tonight i’m sleeping like a baby
restless
your lucky penny flipped me off
fell onto the sidewalk, into the grate
and now its lost
i’m getting worse every day
it’s hopeless
i’m feeling tired all the time
but i don’t know it
i think i’m gonna give out
did you notice?
yeah i have an opinion
not gonna say it
reading my lines, sticking to script
want me to stay, but i’ve had it
thinking about the times you left me hanging
thinking about the times we didn’t have
i’ve been so lost inside myself i haven’t thought about anyone else
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10. |
dog math
01:31
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shit what’s her name?
she wrote that play, oh what’s her fucking name
walked in the park just to ruin your day
but i was thinking about the cityscape
i don’t have any photos of my old cat, i was too young to hold a camera
now im psychoanalyzing my dog
and i’m jealous of the couple across from me
so give me your number, but i’ll never call
because i don’t think it’ll be fair for you to have your head on my chest
when i’m still thinking about her
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11. |
filbert hates you
02:18
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set it on fire
call me a liar
never got that far, did you
these bridges were built to spite you
it’s coming out your eyes
it’s crawling down your face
admit that you were wrong
not one to make mistakes
i’d tell you that it’s fine
i’d tell you it’s okay
admit that you were wrong
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12. |
delthorne park
02:21
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i can’t hear a fucking thing
my head’s between my arms and my knees
you think i’m looking for another
but really just trying to run for cover
i’ve got nothing going on
i’m just boring, playing along
to the beat of a drum that goes on and on
and the days always seem to go on and on
and it’s never enough, but it keeps on going
on and on
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