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Woah, Just Take It Easy Man.

by Carly Cosgrove

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1.
Passing out at 3 AM is getting old and I'm getting older Sunday Morning feels like I drink too much, I think too much, I'm gonna need a pick me up The Solo Cup: I really think it wakes me up. I'm bitter, not better. Gotta get my shit together. I'm fed up. I wish I never Dropped ten grand on every semester This loan is a nightmare, my parents are worried and Sallie Mae don't care. This is not what I wanted, I wanted more Cut off my friends with a SZA, Drew Barrymore I'm losing my temper over shit that I can't remember Somebody should have stopped me Tear up my letter They said it would get better and better But It's all the same Just change the name on the sweater. Wonder what I wanted in the first place Come to think I can't connect the dots Take the train and brace myself for thursday Hoping I can beat the odds I thought maybe it would get better I thought maybe you'd visit september.
2.
There is a God They put my ribcage on backwards and suffocated me with my own jaw. Because of God My spine is a question mark. I'm built like a cardboard box. I'm human but there's something off. The squares will kill me I beg you: fullfill me Some days I feel I take up space It seems I'm always walking one way And I always get in yours Per chance Maybe solace lives in searches A certain perfect needs a purpose A certain perfect needs a purpose Was it worth it?
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Not My Job 03:01
Pink Sky, Grey Clouds Rain fell in pastel Long day, long drive Brain dead, still alive Lie down, face up Dead set to collect dust Useless, I'll bet If not for my skillset Longing, tension I have dimension I'm outside. It makes me static Do I take the blame for the times I shatter? If it ends the same do the means even matter? Come down? Can I? Without it what am I? Hollow? Empath? I'm reading my forecast: Hungry. Burnout. Washup. Sellout. It's only one thing I need to mean something. But if you ask me I'm fine.
4.
I'm tired of flinching when I'm in panic, I'm tired of backing out the door. I intend to pick up what I came here for. Perpetually lonely, I never needed you to be that cure. I just wanna maintain that I stayed pure. I only took my time and yours When you called me through corridors Oh God, It's painful. I bet you'd find me more attractive unobtainable This kind of play is bullshit, unsustainable Pull off the band-aid and tell me to leave you alone. I really don't mind. You're only giving me a reason to commit a kind Of forced self-love that I could never seem to find. Pull off the band-aid so I can make it on my own. I oughta stop sharing my faults with a stranger for half the day. Once they know how unhinged I am, they just wanna get far away. At least I was transparent. So phase me out for this week's model, I bet he's as tall as he is shallow, I bet he makes you all kinds of anxious Like I swore I never would If you call that a hobby, You should really get that fixed 'Cause I don't want to exist as a body I just want to exist.
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Old Jersey 03:03
You call it a microscope I call it a mirror You call it a microphone I call it a speaker I feel safe everywhere except for the places that matter Because my evil clones spell danger And I have to answer for it My friends lived underground for a year and it made them insane They swore they'd never do it again But I have gone to sleep in my basement this week It's a chore to leave. What I would give to feel like I belonged up here What I would give to feel like I belonged up here Oh, the agony when he looks at me, I never feel at home We all know a John Doe And I miss the ocean It is oneness It swallows up everything And goes one way Even on bad days, It keeps flowing I wanna end where the water does.

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released August 30, 2019

Music by Carly Cosgrove
Lyrics by Lucas Naylor and Tyler Kramer

Lucas Naylor: Guitar and Lead Vocals
Helen Barsz: Bass
Tyler Kramer: Drums and Phone

Additional Gang Vocals on "You Ate My Enchilada!" and "Not My Job" Provided By Patrick Oberstaedt, John Fordyce, Sidra Droese, Tom Lusch, Merit Gentile, Reid Golden, Rob Rutigliano, and Ian A. Smith

Recoded and mixed by Lucas Naylor at Frankly Studios
Mastered by Victor Sabatino

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