I Don't Give A Shit If I'm In Outer Darkness, I'll Make Friends
Jesse Fitts - drums
Matt Fuchs - guitar
Ryan Hartery - bass
Mike Minnick - vocals
Label: Status Recordings
1. I Hate Almost Every Person I Come In Contact With
I have bottomed out and my future doesn't fit into my schedule.
All booked up on depression and self-loathing.
Buried deep in sleep from passing out, no time to plan ahead.
Someone please tell me, why do i think this way?
Someone please te
ll me that this isn't the end of everything.
A chemical imbalance? No. The smell of my own vomit lost in my last tears.
No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself.
When it's finally here, it's never enough and when it's finally gone, it's never coming back.
Somehow I fooled myself into believing that this would work out, that I wouldn't end up hurt.
2. Damn Girl, That Shit Is Deep Like An Ocean
Naked and bathing the semen away. Uncomfortable and left behind.
The saliva shines a silver as we make love.
As I lose myself in pretending.
Pulse catches in continuous beating. (Sore hands shake and bare feet feel frozen.)
The beauty in the way the blue screen captures everything.
The way it keeps on with falling out of windows and into walls.
Triangles growing out your wrists to keep you safe. I hope they keep you safe.
These nightmares coming to life, the stains that never wash out.
(The feeling of your body with his and the sound of you sighing and sharing our moments without me.)
Every night I dreamt through your every encounter. And that morning I never fell asleep.
I was up awake with a sore mouth from kissing myself, giving up days to get rid of loneliness.
Cold wind and wet rain are the only ones keeping touch.
You knew better than anyone that I fall harder than anyone.
3. China Part Breakdown
You're not what you'll become.
You aren't how you'll end up.
With opened holes growing exponentially into my head.
Until we feel the fall, so we don't die alone.
(Construct to collapse. Collapse to construct)
[morse code for "It's a Fucking Time Machine"]
[instrumental]
5. Utah: The Whoopie Cushion Of America
My time was on your time if you were on your own time. Your sleep stole my mind.
A fear in circles through waiting around. But now, it's over.
And we aren't always ourselves.
And even after it hurts worse we still make the same mistakes.
Burnt out on being burned and a broken heart always...
Just another empty night with nothing more to kill than time.
I fall in love too easily.
I reorganize myself into cliches to miss you.
With written one-sided scripts of us talking to work out perfect in the end.
A divorce invented through window shops and dressed up girls playing games on circuit cables.
The loneliest cold year of sitting with myself and seeing you everywhere when you are gone.
Nothing is ever what it was. Nothing was ever like I thought.
6. I Don't Give A Shit If I'm In Outer Darkness, I'll Make Friends
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A chemical imbalance? No. The smell of my own vomit lost in my last tears.
No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself.
When it's finally here, it's never enough and when it's finally gone, it's never coming back.
Somehow I fooled myself into believing that this would work out, that I wouldn't end up hurt.
2. Damn Girl, That Shit Is Deep Like An Ocean
Naked and bathing the semen away. Uncomfortable and left behind.
The saliva shines a silver as we make love.
As I lose myself in pretending.
Pulse catches in continuous beating. (Sore hands shake and bare feet feel frozen.)
The beauty in the way the blue screen captures everything.
The way it keeps on with falling out of windows and into walls.
Triangles growing out your wrists to keep you safe. I hope they keep you safe.
These nightmares coming to life, the stains that never wash out.
(The feeling of your body with his and the sound of you sighing and sharing our moments without me.)
Every night I dreamt through your every encounter. And that morning I never fell asleep.
I was up awake with a sore mouth from kissing myself, giving up days to get rid of loneliness.
Cold wind and wet rain are the only ones keeping touch.
You knew better than anyone that I fall harder than anyone.
3. China Part Breakdown
You're not what you'll become.
You aren't how you'll end up.
With opened holes growing exponentially into my head.
Until we feel the fall, so we don't die alone.
(Construct to collapse. Collapse to construct)
4. .. - ... .- ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. - .. -- . -- .- -.-. .... .. -. .
[morse code for "It's a Fucking Time Machine"]
[instrumental]
5. Utah: The Whoopie Cushion Of America
My time was on your time if you were on your own time. Your sleep stole my mind.
A fear in circles through waiting around. But now, it's over.
And we aren't always ourselves.
And even after it hurts worse we still make the same mistakes.
Burnt out on being burned and a broken heart always...
Just another empty night with nothing more to kill than time.
I fall in love too easily.
I reorganize myself into cliches to miss you.
With written one-sided scripts of us talking to work out perfect in the end.
A divorce invented through window shops and dressed up girls playing games on circuit cables.
The loneliest cold year of sitting with myself and seeing you everywhere when you are gone.
Nothing is ever what it was. Nothing was ever like I thought.
6. I Don't Give A Shit If I'm In Outer Darkness, I'll Make Friends