1. |
Poor Steve
03:07
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Tell me about the glory days
Before you were living the dreams
Snorting line, crushing cans,
Pacific beach.. Oh so free
They called you Ice Man
44 still frosting his tips
He was the clutchest wingman
Before he pulled his chute
For a set of tits
Making 6 figures still eating at the drive through
Meetings in his car blowing cancer in the bathroom
Dip cups lines the desk that he chained himself to
Wife is with the milkman not a damned thing you can do
Because you traded your bank account, back to the bank with interest
Real men let the mortgage be their mistress
That’s when things got ugly
And people started noticing
That their checks were bouncing
While you were winning (So much winning!)
By winning, I mean drinking
The guilt building but the pressure growing
It’s every man for himself in this cruel world
Every man for himself in this cruel world
He’s got it all
He’s so cool
Working 80 hours to keep his house
While I’m chilling in my friends pool
He’s got a few
So hot to trot
Checking his honey dew list
While I do what I want.. want..
You dumb mother fucker
I fucken love her guys
Can I put in?
Just the tip.. JUST THE TIP!
This is your father Steve. It’s time to stop fucking around with your little friends. The only friend you need is Glenlivet; he’s 18, he’s perfectly legal. You go every night and you wrap your lips around him and suck him fucking dry like Daddy does. Are you even thinking about our bloodline? Are you even thinking about your legacy? You’re a provider now.. Let me give you some words to live by: Initiate, Inseminate, And stagnate you little puke! You’re such a little douche.. The only words I want to hear out of you is fiduciary responsibility. What’s that? That’s the sound of 8 and a half percent compounding interest until your 65 you little fuck.
Making 6 figures still eating at the drive through
Meetings in his car blowing cancer in the bathroom
Dip cups lines the desk that he chained himself to
Wife is with the milkman not a damned thing you can do
Because you traded your bank account, back to the bank with interest
Real men let the mortgage be their mistress
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2. |
A Last Waltz For Miami
03:32
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Eloping for snow
With the windows down on Calle Ocho
Bright light and white stripes
Trying to resuscitate memories gone cold
We died as clan
Diazepam
Blacked out, driving alone
Highway lines fade
They fade like ambitions
If I could stay grounded
Pleasantly surrounded
By the ghosts of illicit chemistry
If I could stay in bed
Lying listlessly
Cloaked by shame and misery
Collins and Ocean
I’m toasted
Screaming Hall and Oates
With my best friend talking promotions
Come on Miami
One more time
Northbound
Wishing to purge myself of this 4-wheel purgatory
Shotgun with John Barleycorn
Chewing handfuls of doctors candycorn
That sweet candy drip
Nomad, no map trip
Screaming this is my final retreat
Passing through the Carolinas bitterly
Mile markers Etch a Sketch a human tragedy
They’ve always said, that I’ve been
M.I.A.
This is the last waltz
They say I left, but I’ve always been M.I.A.
If I could just stay grounded
Pleasantly surrounded
By the friends I took for granted
Instead
Found a job, a bed and a bar stool
Found a doctor, addiction, and solitude
Collins and Ocean
I’m toasted
Screaming Hall and Oates
With my best friend talking promotions
C’mon Miami
One last time
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3. |
Price of Happiness
03:32
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The entire world lives
To buy a better life
Like robots we march
To the beat of material and greed
No longer do people matter
I can always live in my wealth
I lost myself
To find the American dream
Stop looking at life, superficially
Knock down the walls in your mind
You hold yourself down (x2)
Stop looking at life, superficially
Knock down the walls in your mind
To die with the most
Is to die in vain
Everyone I know wants to be someone else
Have money or should I say happiness
The problem isn’t your checking account
It’s the fact that you compare.. Yours to theirs
Everyone I know wants to be someone else
Have nice clothes or should I say class
The problem isn’t your empty closet
It’s the fact that you compare.. Yours to theirs
Stop looking at life, superficially
Knock down the walls in your mind
You hold yourself down (x2)
Stop looking at life, superficially
Knock down the walls of elitism
You hold yourself down
And no one is gonna cure the pain
To die with the most
Is to die in vain
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4. |
Bad Habits
02:56
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I like you when I’m lonely
But by your lonesome
I don’t like you.. At all
And I like you when I’m drinking
But all you want to do is lay around
And talk about
Problems
Yours, mine.. All night
We talk about problems
And I want you gone at sunrise
So sick of all our bad habits
I’m addicted to the cycle
I hate, I fuck you, and I don’t love you at all
I used to call it sympathy
Masochist purgatory, when we talk about
Problems
Yours, mine.. All night
We talk about problems
Like how we’re always broke
I’m so sick of all our bad habits
I don’t need you when I’m well
That’s not true
I need you.. Gone
This is my stop, I’m getting off
But not with you
Sick of all your problems
Yours, mine.. All night
Problems
Want you gone at sunrise
So sick of all our bad habits
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5. |
Middle Ground
02:43
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Too cold in here
And fucken warm outside
I’d give it all to
Turn this thing around
But decisions aren’t that easy
When your future is on the line
Too many times
Wish I could take it all back
Then you realize what’s at stake
Stuck with you
Or left behind
No I can’t go with you
Not this time
Never wanted to be in this place
I never wanted this choice
What I did was a mistake
But I can’t listen to that voice
I can only move on
Don’t look back, move on
I can’t listen to mistakes
Move on..
Late at night
And fucken late for life
And nothing is gonna
Turn this thing around
But you can count on me to be
An unconditional thorn in your side
Even if I could
Even if I wanted to
I would not change a single thing
It’s time to grow up
You’re a big kid now
Stop lying to yourself and
You’ll be fine
Never wanted to be in this place
I never wanted this choice
What I did was a mistake
Stop listening to the noise
Can’t look back, I can only move on
Don’t look back, go on
Don’t look back go
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6. |
Redux
03:54
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Crawling forward
Gasping for air
Not under the water
I’m under the influence
I see a girl
Lying peacefully
I feel her breathing
But she’s dead to me
She’s dead to me
We’ve got problems
But your mine honey
Not a bitter song
It’s just a bit of truth
Two years lying next to you
You said I flew away
Oh how time flew
Two years wasted, lying wasted with you
I gave up my friends
Put away my guitars
Hung my shirts in your closet
And went numb to the world
So much history
And so little trust
You called me a cheater
How I wished that I had
We’ve got problems
But you’re mine honey
Not a bitter song
It’s just a bit of truth
Two years lying next to you
Next to you
You said I flew away
How time flew
Two years wasted, wasted with you
Coming home to my little family
With doctor’s orders
I know I’m sick
And these pills don’t touch pain
They don’t touch my.. They don’t touch my pain
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7. |
To My Friends
03:01
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Woke up today
Picking myself
Off my best friends floor
Survived another day
Isn’t that reason to celebrate
How fast things change
I don’t anything, or anyone
I want to go
Wherever that is
Alone in a place
Regarded as safe
Imprisoned by my trust and judgment
Forced to push forward
Solace in a bottle
And chemicals
And a clean reflection
Morning won’t come
And half the time
If you weren’t worth forgetting
Then I won’t
But I got stop pretending
That I belong
Not many have ever understood me
And I’ve abused them all
Maybe you’ll meet the person that I want to be
What happened to everything that I used to know
Security abandoned me and left me prone
We’ve all changed
And no one for the better
Leaving promises broken
Pursuing selfish endeavors
I left my home
And no one cared
Months went by
Remaining quiet
Did anyone care
Were you just hiding from reality
That we grew up to be overprivileged, nobodys
If you weren’t worth forgetting
Then I won’t
But I got stop pretending
That I belong
Not many have ever understood me
And I refused them all
Maybe you’ll meet the person that I want to be
The person that I want to be
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8. |
Constant Competition
03:23
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Is a game worth watching
If it ends in a tie
Can the victor reap the spoils
Without money on the line
Money on the line
Is a song worth singing
If it can’t be judged
Can the singer show their passion
Without an audience's love
Well misery loves company
So companies sell misery
Their programs, program us
To live vicariously
Misery loves company
So companies sell misery
Their programs, program us
To live vicariously
In constant competition
It drives economies
And it justifies violence
And it gives you a place to belong
Gives you a place to belong
But if it serves our interest
We’ll idolize the cheaters
We’ll finance our captors
Who poison our minds
Why do I need to make sense of everything
What do I lose celebrating my brothers
Because misery loves company
So companies sell misery
They program us
To live vicariously
Misery loves company
So companies sell misery
They program us
To live vicariously
In constant competition
We’re sold spectacles
But they’re just speculation
I can’t miss a chance
To cheer another scripted fabrication
They make us laugh and cry
They tell us who to hate, how and why
They give us networks to push their profits
And medicate our judgements
My competitive nature is a natural disaster
What do I lose, celebrating my brothers
Misery loves company, so companies sell misery
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9. |
When You're in Love
02:42
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When you’re in love
Living comes easy
Hot days feel breezy
Everydays the weekend
When you’re in love
You smile in traffic
Nothing feels tragic
Cheap wine tastes great to us
Cuz you’re in love
But the love of your life doesn’t want to be your wife
And you’ll never be the same
You can’t even say, her name
Until one day
You wake up and say
Thank god.. I’m alone
Now that you’re alone
Options are endless
Dating feels pointless
I can’t wait to call my friends again
Now that I’m alone
I’m back in the gym
Playing guitar again
I got that new car feeling
Now that I’m alone
Having no one in my bed is messing with my head
My friends are having kids and going on trips without me
Until one day you wake up and say
Thank god, I’m in love with you
Yea the grass is always greener, isn’t it
They all think it’s gonna be easy Richie don’t they
Why don’t you tell em how it goes
She love me, she loves me not
What I need, is what I got
The love of your life, doesn’t want to be your wife
And you’ll never be the same, you can’t even say her name
Until one day, you wake up and say
Thank god, I’m alone
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10. |
Outro
01:16
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