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Hail Mary
03:51
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If it were up to me, it'd be the other way around.
Sometimes it's hard to think, when you're speaking out of both sides of your mouth.
I recall your statement to judge and jury, the verdict is figure out.
Shit luck has nothing to do with where we are now.
This time the penance is heavy.
Say ten or twenty Hail Mary's and count them on your hands.
Go back to 750's, Sunday's drunk on cheap whiskey and brand new plans.
Soon I'll say I'm gonna see you from the other side.
If I keep it up this way, you'll know that I was always right.
'Cause at a real young age I've always felt an early grave.
And heard rusty limousines heading the other way.
This time the penance is heavy.
Say ten or twenty Hail Mary's and count them on your hands.
Go back to 750's, Sunday's drunk on cheap whiskey and brand new plans.
If it matters I don't mind this pattern.
Inside I'm cold knowing I won't ever fit the mold.
If it matters I don't mind this pattern.
We learn to grow in seasons that aren't our own.
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Walk You Home
02:51
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Sometimes I feel it in my fists.
I'm a ghost to some that I don't miss.
Cutting my teeth and time, with new routines.
I know the streets are dark, but you don't have to leave alone.
Hey can I walk you home?
I know it's late but I can't call it a night yet.
Shit, where are we?
And if you could read my mind,
Smile back in the streetlight.
With you around, there's nowhere else I need to be.
I hope you know, to me, you're glowing.
I'll get home but I know time won't change a thing.
Can't erase, and won't trade any second of holding any off key notes that I can yell your way.
Can I yell your way?
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Calm & Careful
03:55
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"I know it's hard
Loose grip, get it over with
Flooded minds will slip away from the positive.
What scares you most?
Trust me you won't have an excuse that I haven't already used.
The nights scrape off our youth.
I'm scared I've got two faces,
Are you sure the one you know won't let you down?
I don't know what to think of anything this time around.
This time around.
So what? Up late.
What's new? Let's take it all in.
Once it begins, I'm out on a limb again.
Don't make me sick, I helped you forget that once, I deserved it.
And if you still knew, somewhere inside of you. (Repeats)
I find lies in every other word that falls out of our mouths.
(Can I crash on your couch?)
What's another night to waste?
So familiar with the sound of growing apart.
It's been awhile since we were calm and careful.
You fell asleep with the lights still on.
Some days I'll play the record backwards.
And you'll wish you knew where I went wrong.
It's been awhile since we were calm and careful.
I fell asleep with the lights still on.
Some days you'll play the record backwards.
And wish I knew where I belong.
And you'll wish you knew where you belong.
And I'll wish I knew where I belong.
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Bury Me At Stars Hollow
03:49
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(I can't stay dimly lit like I used to, because I can't see straight.
Keeping my nose clean was hard in that time frame.
Blame it on what you will, I had a dream you all loved me less.
So don't forget to tie one off with thoughts of me in your head.)
Every word seemed to weigh way too much.
Always heard at the right time, but it never really sang for us.
Come tomorrow, I think I'm gonna need a mental health day.
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Consonance
03:42
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I'll look you in the eyes and try to say this softly, but the past is knocking on my goddamn door.
AND IT WON'T STOP
Some nights, I'd scream through slurred speech picturing your heavy-hearted eyes on the floor.
While I'd swing with all the weight of finding balance.
The chip on both your shoulders marks me low most, I suppose.
Yeah you're right, I was a wreck and I've been reckless.
Truth be told guess we'll never know.
To calm me down or call you out, forget it.
For now, I'm gonna paint you in reds and blacks.
Because I caught the urge to cause some hurt after I've been through hell and back.
Selfish as the days add up with my first foot in the grave - sometimes I wish I held my nose so high that I drowned when it rained.
I'm bent on being honest, so if my talk's too hard to take, hell knows I never wanted that.
Kid come back.
Come back.
Come back to life.
I know there's more going on inside your head than the last time we spoke.
You're stuck living with those lies.
Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
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No Getter Omaha, Nebraska
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