Inheritance I know it wasn't getting any easier fighting to keep the house. But short ladder flights and the E.R.were reasons to let it get away, but that pride wouldn't get away from you. It's a story of brick and mortar taken weekly from round the corner. It's the cracks in the concrete of our skin as the lessons set in. A book for blue jackets, your stories of war, bent rusty nails on the floor. I still hold onto the tones of your voice singing 'what are we waiting on' and 'fire down below.' The history was lost on me as a kid but crept in my bones. I don’t need the promise of a ghost. A hand on my shoulder… I don’t need the promise of a ghost. So everyone’s divided. They argue over 'who is owed what' these days. We all have ways of dealing but Jesus Christ there has got to be some better way I sit on the back porch singing 'what are we waiting on' and 'fire down below.' The history passed on to me as a kid, it crept in my bones. I still hold onto the sound of your voice.

Max W. It’s like your heart sinks and the whole things coming down falling down again. Some days it’s useless to pretend. I spent two more vacant hours staring out this god damn window. I don’t know why but everything feels wrong. I hate this season, it’s so predictably depressing. When desperation taunts from the background off the walls I know that the sun will be screaming at me, and the shades will keep calling to me. Here in the dust and the webs in the basement, begging my mind for a moment of rest. Fighting the loss and regrets in the places I find you, hate myself instead. Yea, this will last all night. There’s no escape for me. It pulls me under where I can’t breathe. I spent two more vacant hours staring out this god damn window. I don’t know why but everything feels wrong. It’s like your heart sinks and the whole things coming down falling down again. Some days it’s useless to pretend. I get it’s all in my head but this nausea feels real. So distract me, distract me with anything. cuz I’m terrified. I lag through the hours, a few nights for every year and all these seats are empty… so why am I still here? The feeling goes but I'm still here. The feeling goes. Why do I still... I cling to this stale notion that I can never trust myself. So for two more hours, the feeling goes and I’m still here. The feeling goes Why do I still… The feeling goes. So why am I still here?

Oceanographer I'm not so different from you, a little worn down but that's okay. The waves will ask for me someday. It's a low lit hideout. Awkward energy that creaks through the floor. Tattered sails and a pile of charted maps, a planned escape that I never shared before. A skeleton crew of two with X's scattered on walls. No reason is taking us back. Let’s navigate the minefields, the remains of an ancient war. Let's try not to explode! Another long night, another long night. You can catch your breath, catch your breath. Another long night. Another long night. Casual sinners setting sail in the face of dead gods. The coldest of storms taught well, “Don’t ever give up. Don’t ever let go.” This broken compass, time worn maps. Stay true.

Aww Hell Surrounded by our smiling friends, we’re crammed into walls we all barely fit in, this was a moment in life that made more sense. Now as a hundred times before this crowd was fading into the background, I was losing myself in your teasing grin. Looking back it doesn't make much sense. I thought you were happy, I thought I was. Did the weight of the world build inside you? Did you let those thoughts divide you until one day you saw me so differently? You know I never had much to give, but I gave you all wishing life could be that simple. And now your words confuse the hell out of me, "Don’t ever change?" If that’s the case then what’s so wrong with me? You know I’m fucking done trying. You are a splinter always underneath my skin. I’m fucking done trying. You are a splinter always underneath this pale and calloused skin. With a promise for betterment on your part and with so much god damn time to kill… guess that I’ll start. I’m lost in the alleys of cities far from home. I find shallow pools trying to drown out the memories of you. Still, I remember summer nights, trading turns through windows, holding our breath for a year that never came. When I still hear you crying, from laughing so hard, well, my stomach drops and it ends. I’m fucking done trying. You are a splinter always underneath my skin. I’m fucking done trying. You are a splinter always underneath this pale and calloused skin. Just leave me here alone. Don’t be concerned with where I’m going. I won’t be coming back this time I need to leave this shit beyond me. Maybe in the distance I can learn to sing... of goodbyes. So goodbye. Fucking goodbye.

Bens Song To all the friends we lost, Were you worth the effort we put into the cause? I've lost count of second chances, fairweather friends, fleet romances. No choice but watch that ship sail, laughing it off, knowing you would sink. How intuitive it is to turn a back, pretend as if you made it on your own. A message from our hearts to your cold shoulder.

Charm City You walked out just as autumn took a last breath. The frost was thick, in the morning blue and grey. You packed up your shit, so poisoned, so guarded. It’s been a while since I called you friend. These patterns scrawl themselves all across the records of your time. It played back hollow and sad like a lie you told yourself, “Man I’ll never be like him. No, I’ll never be like him.” Another empty day and its back to the dive again. Sympathy's playing but nobody's listening. This is a life defined round for round at the bar and you're standing tall now... You're standing really fucking tall. If someone ever calls you out just throw it in their face. Don’t ever admit that you're wrong. Surrender, the escapes gone on far too long. Just like the coffee stains and the cigarette burns left in the couch, maybe you're better left alone. Forget it. It’s forgotten. You’re voice is missing from the songs. We never see your face these days. You lost the best of yourself halfway down... If someone ever calls you out just throw it in their face. Don’t ever admit that you're wrong. Surrender, the escapes gone on far too long. How far do friends go? How far do friends go? Sick at heart from the cut and the run, we hardened, we learned to turn away. Don’t say a word to me. You lost the best of yourself halfway down the gutter. It’s a shame you are not my old friend. You lost the best of yourself halfway down the gutter.

Not What I Had Hoped Can we stay for a while? Cuz I’m already here. Let our jobs hold the threat of the morning, some nights we shouldn’t care. Yea, we could dream for a while and get carried away again. I’d pick myself up again just to see where this ends. But I know, and you know, what you'll say. We passed out two post-grads withdrawn and without return. We got sick off the culture, it was four years betrayed. We were coerced to this system and it chained us to the black and red. Lets sell all this shit back and start up again. But i know, and you know, what you'll say. We watered down everything. We pawned off all our dreams for this? Fuck that life. I’d sell this shit back and start up again and then on the road we'll retell our desperations end. Cuz it’s not the life I subscribed to. I want those days back simple and free. I want the sun on my back and the wind in my lungs. Fuck this office recycled AC. It’s not the life I subscribed to and if you're willing we'd make our escape. Would you crawl out with me? I'd hope you’d crawl out with me. Will you crawl out with me? I know what you'll say. Yea, I know what you'll say. I think I’ll stay for a while, cuz I’m already here.

CCTV We played a shitty show on friday evening. The next night i argued with my ex. Tonight I’ll sit here from seven to eleven watching cameras and dulling my mind, think of how I've been a bad friend. It'll be alright. Right? It'll be alright. No reason to get too excited, I’m not gonna get too down. It'll be alright. This weekend double, it keeps me wondering. Because nothings ever truly accidental is it? We all make our own choices and then we get what we deserve. Yea we get what we deserve. Right. It'll be alright. I’ll try not to get too excited. I’m not gonna get too down. No. It'll be alright.

31 Rowell Ave I sit outside, it’s dark tonight. I wonder how I ever let this happen, but this outcome, I knew it all too well. Selfish antics and stubborn habits keep us from those people who we’d die for. But we’re still alive. Still bleeding this out. So take me to the auction, give me value, give me something to hold onto. I can’t do this for myself. You saved one last hope for me in a familiar smile that I can’t seem to find. Once light blue, a radiance that matched the clearest skies. I never said goodbye and I guess it’s been a while now. Have the years replaced the images of youth, those memories you wouldn’t trade? Does a darker hue of that friendly smile shine? When it’s all said and done I hope you find you say, you’re a better man than me. When it’s all said and done I hope you find your way... with or without me. Once light blue, a radiance that matched the clearest skies.

Wayfaring I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger wandering through this land of woe. There is no darkness, no toil, nor danger in that bright land to which I go. I’m going there to see my mother. I’m going there no more to roam. I’m just going over the Jordan. I’m just trying to find home. I know that dark clouds will gather around me. I know my way is sharp and steep. They said that golden fields were promised before me but I left the saints, with their vigils to keep. I’m going there to meet my brothers. I’m going there no more to roam. I’m just going over the Jordan. I’m just trying to find home.