After I smashed through a window,
My leg bleeding out as I slept,
I realized I’d never been so happy and that it would be over soon, so I broke down and wept.
Cuz now we’re drinking on rooftops,
This absinthe is ruining my guts,
And the fact that not all of us are dead is only luck,
Shit yeah — I abide by my thrills, not my medical bills
Inhibition level’s low,
Got a long, long way to go,
Now we’re having laughs with psychopaths,
It’s all we care to know.
Now we’re blacking out at noon,
But it’ll all be over soon,
Like we were never even here.
When I look back at New Zealand,
It’s like somebody else’s life,
Off the island I can’t fight the feeling that there is a gloom in the air you could cut with a knife,
When it’s happening, you take it for granted.
I assumed I would never forget,
The Iraqi girl that made out with you for a cigarette.
But I don’t know just how to say no so,
I still go out every single night,
Upsetting my friends,
Not making amends — it’s shite.
They don’t understand my plite.
Inhibition level’s low,
Got a long, long way to go,
Now we’re having laughs with psychopaths,
It’s all we care to know.
Now we’re blacking out at noon,
But it’ll all be over soon,
Like we were never even...
Here with all of y’all, I couldn’t conceive,
Living without you, though I’ll believe,
I was incredibly naive.
Move and drift apart amicably,
Though we don’t want to, soon we’ll see,
We aren’t people upon whom one could depend,
Feeling only slightly guilty for letters we never send,
And even though we will always consider each other friends,
We won’t matter to each other in the end.
Inhibition level’s low,
Got a long, long way to go,
Now we’re having laughs with psychopaths,
It’s all we care to know.
Now we’re blacking out at noon,
But it’ll all be over soon,
Like we were never even giving up our goals,
Like we were never even punishing our souls,
Like we were never even acting like a bunch of 10-year-olds.
Like we were never in each other’s lives at all.
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The Fad into The Rocky Sullivans, and they played Hibernian music stupidly fast and unnecessarily loud. Rocky Sullivan, Psy.D. is the band’s readeption....more
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This record epitomizes the beauty, love, and sincerity that define Laura Stevenson as an artist. She keeps it honest, doesn't flinch at sadness and rage—but she also considers joy. She doesn't despair. Neither should we. Not while we can listen to music like this. djuss
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