1. |
Fake Pancakes
04:22
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It's no secret
Girl I don't wanna hear it
I'm aware I haven't always been a good guy
But while it's on your mind
I can't be sorry all the time
I've never been in love
Just trippin' on the cuddledrug
And I'm sorry if you're salty
But I got my own probalums
And that's okay
What's a boi gotta do
To get a damn plate of pancakes
Or maybe b*con and a few eggs
Instead of all the heartache
That comes as a side
When you order off the menu of my mind
I've never been in love
Just trippin' on the cuddledrug
And I'm sorry if you're salty
But I got my own probalums
And I've been moving and grooving
And healing and really not tryna fuck
Yeah I've been working on myself
Working on myself but I still suck
Yeah I still suck
And that's okay
It's no secret
Boy I don't wanna hear it
I'm aware I haven't always been a good guy
But while it's on your mind
I can't be sorry all the time
No sweat
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to do
Nothing left to fall away
Don't wreck this
What about the breakfast
Mark it off your checklist
If you're gonna act pissed
Beagles are regal
And bassets are assets
And I'm a sorry schnauzer
Well-versed in the law of attraction and action
I've never been in love
Just trippin' on the cuddledrug
And I'm sorry if you're salty
But I got my own probalums
And I've been moving and grooving
And healing and really not tryna fuck
Yeah I've been working on myself
Working on myself but I still suck
Yeah I still suck
And that's okay
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2. |
Slither Hither
04:44
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I hope I get over everything (woah)
But now I feel like that's naive of me to think
Cuz I was a hoe way back before when I could drink
Yeah I used to get away with what the boys call murder
I'll fucking sign the release form
I want to crack a stupid joke when I'm 69 and laugh my ass off with the homies who are still alive
Woooo
Woooo
And when you think of me
I hope you laugh your ass off
And I hope you live to be a hundred
And I hope that you don't get dementia
But I know that by the time you do
There'll be nothing left to remember of me
Woooo
Yeet
Woooo
Yeet
And when you think of me
I hope you laugh your ass off
And I hope you live to be a hundred
And I hope that you don't get dementia
But I know that by the time you do
There'll be nothing left to remember
Because we got over everything (woah)
But now I'm thinking it was naive of me to drink and smoke way back before when I could think
Yeah I fucking got away with what the boys call murder
I'll fucking sign the release form
I'm gonna crack a stupid joke when I'm 69 and laugh my ass off with the homies cuz we're still alive
There it is
Woo
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3. |
The Yunk
05:01
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Let's take a trip to the yunk
Throw all our shit in the trunk
We'll just walk around
This new/old town
And find our sense of self
We'll get lost on the bridge
And play guitars on the ridge
Cuz nothing else exists next to 76
Except the runners that go by
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they always got some shit to say
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they wonder why I never stay
Everybody says it's up to me
But at the end of the day it's true
It all comes back to you
You
You
You
And we'll get lost in the streets
Hear no complaining from me
Listen to new Mayday or old Green Day
And find a brand new me
And I will speak from my heart
Cuz that's the best place to start
Would it be cliche if I tried to say
I finally feel okay
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they always got some shit to say
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they wonder why I never stay
Everybody says it's up to me
But at the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they always got some shit to say
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they wonder why I never stay
Everybody says it's up to me
But at the end of the day it's true
It all comes back to you
You
You
You
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they always got some shit to say
Everybody says it's up to me
Then they wonder why I never stay
Everybody says it's up to me
But at the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day it's true
At the end of the day
Let take a trip to the yunk
Think back to when we were young
When we walked around this new/old town
And found our sense of self
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4. |
Do Mind If I Don't
03:11
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It doesn't matter if you feel okay
It only matters if you're hurting
Another night and I'll be on my way
To a place I never should be
Oh the times are changing
My whole world is rearranging
To a place I left behind
A place where I won't grow but I'll visit
I'm scared if I count my blessings they'll go away from me
And it never resolves with sleep
It doesn't matter if you're wrong or right
It only matters if you're fighting
A million different ways to fall in line
Guess I don't see the point of trying
So please consider apathy
It's solace honestly
It beats a bullet in the brain
That's not a remedy
Though my mind is jaded
Giving up seems overrated
Something hidden that I can't find
A song that I just wrote but I hate it
I'm scared if I count my blessings they'll go away from me
And it never resolves with sleep
Do mind if I don't
Do mind if I don't
Do mind if I don't
I know that I won't
So do mind if I don't
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5. |
Purpose(s)
04:30
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What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep talking and no one's listening
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep marching to the beat of the same drum
What's the purpose of all this matter?
If it's all just trying to die
Or trying to
Stay alive
Does God still laugh at your plans?
Are you okay with coming to the end of your life with no one but memories?
Fame corrupts and glory blinds and pride goes before a fall
Are you ok with that?
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep talking and no one's listening
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep marching to the beat of the same drum
What's the purpose of all this matter?
If it's all just trying to die
Or trying to
Stay alive
Are you still half-way to being full?
You look half-finished, half-awake
Half-way through the walls you'll break, yeah
I'm convinced you and I are trying to balance the hype and the hardcore
With solemn sounds and angry voices
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep talking and no one's listening
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep marching to the beat of the same drum
What's the purpose of all this matter?
If it's all just trying to die
Or trying to
Stay alive
I don't care if anyone remembers me
Just as long as they can see
What I put my heart into
I hope you understand
That God's not indifferent
To the life we live down here
I don't care if anyone remembers me
Just as long as they can see
What I put my heart into
I hope you can agree
That life is worth the living
If it's lived for someone else
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep talking and no one's listening
What's the meaning of a meaningful life?
If we all keep marching to the beat of the same drum
What's the purpose of all this matter?
If it's all just trying to die
Or trying to stay alive
Just trying to stay alive
Just trying to stay alive
Trying to stay alive
Stay alive
Don't give up the fight
Just stay alive
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6. |
Fridge Magnet
01:39
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All these ties that only seem to blind
Can't hide the truth
That you've been sexy gabbin’ all the time
So much for you
Yeah that's how I see it
Get an A and throw it away
Or stick it
Stick it to the fridge
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7. |
Frances Slocum
02:40
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Asleep in my dream more than often I'd see
A Native American man buried in snow,
Alone and lost, hurt
No help I could offer
What was he telling me?
It's more than I know
Buried in snow
Is more than I know
I'm not a kid now
I've grown up but not forgotten
All my dreams about human beings have forced me to grow
But my demographic doesn't disqualify me from talking
Though my perspective is still as white as the snow
I'm white as the snow
I'm white as the snow
There's so much I can't know
I'm not special, I'm just blind
There's so much I can't see thru my own eyes
But I put in the effort and try
Does that make me a good guy?
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8. |
Shuck(s)
02:20
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You wanna know something funny?
Oh, I woke up like this today
But I wish I left this feeling in my bed
Cuz I don't care about money
Or possessions or things that don't matter anyway
So I wish I didn't own all this confusion in my head
When you call me eclectic
Or when you say I'm too nice
And I say that you're right
I'm bummin' but I'll be fine
Girl I don't care that I'm hectic
Cuz I'm still the one that draws the line
That we will tip toe on dear friend of mine
Shucks
Oh crippling anxiety is not the vibe for me
I'd rather face it and heal my mind
Oh girl, I'm not trying to play some game
Girl it seems that we're both the same
At least in every fun way
Or how we're too organized
So you call me eclectic
And then you say I'm way too nice
And I say that you're right
I'm bummin' but I'll be fine
Woooooo
I know that I'm hectic
But I'm still the one that draws the line
That you might think about sometime
And maybe someday you'll change your mind
And we will tiptoe on dear friend of mine
Shucks
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9. |
The Combat Song
06:28
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Well I climbed so high
But I fell so far
It was worth it
It was worth it
And I danced so fast
That I broke my ass
It was worth it
It was worth it
And I trusted all my friends
And you were my best friend
Outside my bedroom window the snowflakes fall
I remember when you told me we'd catch them all
Each snowflake like a dream lost in a sea of white
It won't mean anything
Everything is lost in flames
There's nothing left for us to be
Your promises mean nothing to me
You're just a bad old scar or a ship lost at sea
I won't remember you or what we achieved
I keep my hands in my pockets and my heart on my sleeve
I'm not ready for you to come around
And you're not ready to burn to the ground
You tried to say what you really meant to say
And all it did was to help me run away
I can't escape my fate
Now I'm seeing this so clearly
You never loved me
Lesson learned
Outside my bedroom window the snowflakes melt
Oh, I remember all the times that you gave me hell
You took everything, everything and kept it to yourself
So much for "Romeo and Juliet" when I'm with someone else
It gives you hell
Your promises mean nothing to me
You're just a bad old scar or a ship lost at sea
I won't remember you or what we achieved
I keep my hands in my pockets and my heart on my sleeve
I'm not ready for you to come around
And you're not ready to burn to the ground
You tried to say what you really meant to say
And all it did was to help me run away
I can't escape my fate
Now I'm seeing this so clearly
You never loved me
Well I climbed so high
But I fell so far
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
And I got so high
That I lost my mind
Was it worth it?
Was it worth it?
Have I wasted all my time?
Have I truly lived my life?
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10. |
Inbox is Clean
09:36
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11. |
Empty Bottle(s)
05:11
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Where will we run when the storm comes?
Will we dive right into the water
and make some ripples, then waves
til it's too late?
Will we dive right into the water when the storm comes?
Where will we hide when we lose our minds?
Will we dive back into the bottle for the last time?
Floating, sinking, overthinking.
Will we dive back into the bottle when the storm comes?
The storm is coming back.
Nothing is ever fully realized
The lines, they blur throughout our lives
Death is only a component of acceptance
For there is no growth without resolve
Truth is lost in utter ridiculousness
Feelings come and feelings change
Pain is an illusion which distracts from growth
A tolerance with which we try to cope
Progress is muddied by trauma
Thought to be disillusions from our past
If only life wasn’t so bleak
Then maybe one could grow
Progress is muddied by trauma
Thought to be disillusions from our past
If only life wasn’t so bleak
Then maybe one could grow
Progress is muddied by trauma
Thought to be disillusions from our past
If only life wasn’t so bleak
Then maybe one could grow
Progress is muddied by trauma
Thought to be disillusions from our past
If only life wasn’t so bleak
Then maybe one could grow
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12. |
New Goalkeeper
07:16
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Watch me build a life where nothing gets past me
So go ahead and blast me
If that's how it has to be
Watch me build a love supportive and lasting
Abusive and taxing?
Depends on who's asking me
The silent mind:
Drifting, watching all the time
Before I go away
I thought that you'd want to say
Nice save
Stealing my sense of home
Step aside as I defend my goals
Wounding now is mutual
When silence and violence are plentiful
Fuck saving the world, I'd rather run away
I'm not sticking around for another day
I'm not playing a role so everyone would sway
I want to life a good life, hell it's not too late
I want to hear you say
Nice save
Watch me build a life where nothing gets past me
So go ahead and blast me
If that's how it has to be
Watch me build a love supportive and lasting
Abusive and taxing?
Depends on who's asking me to get back in the goal
Oh
Stealing my sense of home
Step aside as I defend my goals (oh)
Wounding now is mutual
When silence and violence are plentiful (oh)
Take a look in my eyes
Run away from what you find
It takes a second to breathe
And a life to sacrifice
The silent mind:
Drifting, watching all the time
Before I go away
I thought that you might want to say
I figured you might want to say
Nice save
Watch me build a life where nothing gets past me, nice save
Stealing my sense of home
Step aside as I defend my goals
Wounding now is mutual
When silence and violence are plentiful
I am the new goalkeeper
I won't get killed in the net
I try so hard to repent
For my sins
My sins
My sins that I remember
But especially now
I'd give everything if I could repent
For all my sins that I forget
Point the gun against my head?
Squeeze one off?
Sing empty net?
Empty net
Nah, I don't wanna die
So I gotta try something different from what I'm thinking
If I truly want to sur-VIVE
Empty net
In lieu of a gun against my head
I think I finally found
What I could do instead...
Watch me build a life where nothing at all can get past me.
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13. |
Add Asterisk
06:53
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Am I looking to the stars
To see if God gives permission
To this sorry heart
To follow it's passions?
The space amongst the galaxies
Is where you must be
Cuz I don't hear a word
Am I looking to the stars
To find some absolution?
Why is everything so hard
When I know that I'm a good man?
I've made so many mistakes
I hope that I deserve forgiveness
But I'll do everything it takes
To look at myself in the mirror
Although I see
Those lips that told you lies
Those eyes that can't be trusted
That face now so despised
Are people capable of change?
People are capable of change
If they want it
Add an asterisk to my statements
There's a caveat I'd like to convey
What I mean to the world
What I mean to me
Are two different things
Take take your time to break down my rhymes
I think you'll see
I'm am broken but mending
Oh yeah?
Maybe I'm a good man
Although I see
Those lips that told you lies
Those eyes that can't be trusted
If you show me yours
Then I'll show you mine
Are people capable of change?
People are capable of change
If they want it
The sky at night make me lose my mind
There's so much space in between the lines
This 10x10 room doesn't feel like the place where I should be
I'd rather be floating aimlessly
Than stuck in this vacuum where I can't breathe, where I'm incapable of change
Closer and closer I'd rather be
I hope I'm capable of change
Closer and closer I'd rather be to the stars
I know I'm capable of change
Cuz I want it
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cuddledrug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rock band turned vehicle for advocacy.
www.cuddledrug.com
Love everyone.
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