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Exit 7
04:58
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Yeah we're taking Exit 7, couldn't help but notice that you relapsed
We're taking Exit 7 and we're tuning out your lies
Yeah we're taking Exit 7, couldn't help but notice that you relapsed
We're taking Exit 7 and we're tuning out your lies
But I hope that you know that you relapsed
I hope that you know that you relapsed
Yeah I hope that you know that you relapsed, I-
We're taking Exit 7, not a care in the world for you
Yeah we're taking Exit 7 and you got me in your rear view
We're taking Exit 7 and we're tuning out all your lies
Yeah we're taking Exit 7 and we're tuning out our lives
But I hope that you know that you relapsed
I hope that you know that you relapsed
Yeah I hope that you know that you relapsed, I-
But I hope that you know that you relapsed
I hope that you know that you relapsed
Yeah I hope that you know that you relapsed, I-
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I won't keep going backwards, no this isn't high school
I'm not like all the others, or am I in denial
I hope this isn't happening, I got so far and what for
Just a few good friends to laugh with, and a job that doesn't pay so good
I'm smoking shitty weed again, and losing sleep at night
Over shit that doesn't matter, like a high school dumpster fire
You can't fire me because I quit
You treat your fucked up friends like dogs that piss on the carpet
And it's making me upset how you could let this happen
All of your good friends who tell you all their stories
Hoping you would listen, but you never fucking listen
Cause to you it's still like high school where nothing really mattered
But that's where you went wrong
Everybody knows just who you are, and I guess it makes me smile
To know that all the things that you have done have all come back full circle
To bite you in your ass
You never think it through when it comes to things like this
And everybody suffers cause you're insufferable
When will you ever learn you have to get it right
Or we all go home without a story and time to kill at night
Yeah we're a bunch of fucking drama queens, lying fucking drama queens
We're a bunch of fucking drama queens, lying fucking drama queens
We're a bunch of fucking drama queens, lying fucking drama queens
At the annual high school dumpster fire
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J.D.B.B
02:36
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I tried opening myself up to you and it ended in more abuse
So all I’m going to do is walk across the thin straight line in my head
Praying and hoping that someday I can think of something other than the oppressive machine
I’d give every drop of my blood
To be encaged in your flesh
A perfect unity
Rotted and dead
Shattered whole I fall apart
God will kiss me when I die in his arms
I’ve hid myself for so many years from you and
I wish I could have kept that alive a little longer
All I can cling on is emotional and sexual codependency that erupts in my screaming head constantly
and I feel as though I’ve failed and the pitiful pretty song is the only medium for me to actually tell you who I am and how I feel and what’s inside of my chest
And I’d kill myself to make you understand
But that’s all I can do
Back in the day
I felt so aligned
My body was real
My heart was alright
and peeling out of my own skin
The universe pays
In a fucked up exchange
I have to relax
And keep it contained
But my being is coming undone every single day
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4. |
T*** B*** Fight Song
02:25
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Are you doing fine? Yeah I know that's right
I've been passing my time too and I'm scared to fight you cause I know you'll lose
Put your money where your mouth is, you're too obscure for your own good
It's been so long just forget it
Why, why do I have to
Bury my head in sand
For you to sell your curses
Everything I owned
Is done and pawned
All my favorite numbers, and all my favorite colors
All my favorite thoughts are thrown, all my thoughts are thrown across the room (across the room)
And I don't wanna be the line in the sand
That keeps you on the fence (put your money where your mouth is)
No I don't, I don't, I-
I don't wanna be the line in the sand that keeps you on the fence...
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5. |
It Ain't Easy
04:08
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Nothing beats the view from way up here
And I still don't know just how I feel
Nothing could compare to how you talk about me when I'm not around
But I wish that I could hear it
Well it's hard but no one said it would be easy (easy)
Pick your battles, you lost this one at last
You never thought that things would be this hard but it's okay cause you still love me
Or do you need some time to think it over
Standing on the hassock watching TV
Hanging around' my feet can't touch the ground
Swaying in the breeze suspended high above the floor boards
Will you miss the sound of my voice when I'm gone
Well it's hard but no one said it would be easy (easy)
Pick your battles, you lost this one at last
You never thought that things would be this hard but it's okay cause you still love me
Or do you need some time to think it over
So you found me long at last
At the ending to the story that won't end
Knives are out and it's about to get ugly
So I wish you well, I might never see you again
I never had the time to think it over
I just need the time to think it over
I never had the time to think it over
So I just need the time to think it over (over)
I didn't mean to up and die
And leave you stranded here on this rock alone
It happened all too fast for you to comprehend
So you never had the time to think it over
You never had the time to think it over
You never had the time to think it over
You never had the time to think it over
You never had-
You never had the time to think it over
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6. |
Exit 7 (reprise)
02:36
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