Peach Hat EP
Passed Out
I wait at a doorway with a single gate
Watching whatever came on the screen
Mood swings from the lack of any healthy sleep
I pray to connect with you in any way
Now I'm lying
Now I'm lying
On a sofa passed out
I change, but I can't keep up your fever pace
Fading in a system hard to calculate
I sing with my friends because I'm wide awake
Driving in a binary reality
Now I'm lying
Now I'm lying
On a driveway passed out
Ellevven
The truth is we're not ready to go
The jungle can't die alone
The truth is that we need a home
Excuses that let our skin show
The tan lines of a million threads
And the lion keeps on saying no
Don't do me like that
Don't do me like that
Don't do me like that oh oh
The truth is that I knew it was coming
The trouble is my lack of discretion
The truth is that I miss our home
The wide eyes of the millions that follow
The sunrise should be here tomorrow
And the lion keeps on saying no
Don't do me like that
Don't do me like that
Don't do me like that oh oh
Too Many Legs
We used to run, we used to run
From all our friends with fake guns
The road is tall and I am thin
And you have grown to many legs
The neighborhoods we used to live
And all the homes that we slept in
I never thought I could forget
I never thought but I did
Always was never meant to be alone
Hallways were never meant to be this long
We're moving on, we're looking in
Forgetting previous trends
We've wasted time, we've wasted cash
And I don't really want that back
We used to run, we used to run
From all our friends with fake guns
The road is tall and I am thin
And you have grown too many legs
Always was never meant to be alone
Hallways were never meant to be this long
Youth II
The smell of cigarettes stain the backseat
We stick around because we don’t care
None of us have had to work for nothing
Let’s go to Tyler’s house and waste some air
1 more 40
1 more year
What a waste of youth grandeur
Lets take on trip on a road to nowhere
With a car your parents own
Lets make a stop at every Starbucks
Let’s complain about how service is slow
1 more problem
1 more Schmear
Racing Rats are more sincere
One more last drink
Before you drive home
We’ll watch Fight Club till 4 in the morning
Talk about that Pixies song at the end
We spew ramblings of something exotic
And what will happen when our lives begin
1 more 40
1 more year
What a waste of youth grandeur
One more last drink
Before you drive home
