when will we just give this up and go home? when it just doesn't feel right anymore and all of these fucked up things stop happening. but if it doesn't feel right anymore, will all these fucked up things keep happening? so let's cross our fingers and hope that we survive every time that we feel empty inside. and if you can't remember how to survive, we will be your life support.
Track Name: Airports and Prank Phone Calls
it's been years since i saw your band in the basement of our good friend's parents' house. we formed those bonds beneath the ground, we formed those bonds amongst the sound of songs you wrote in hopes for better days. if it were up to me, i'd relive all those days that i sang the words and hummed the melodies over and over again. if it were up to me, i'd relive every day that we felt alone together. some of us will drink ourselves to sleep tonight. some of us won't even sleep in pennsylvania. if it were up to me, we'd be back in that basement; back in the place that we felt happy. but it's not up to me, so i'll relive those days in my dreams, and smile when we pass on the street.