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Jimothy Cricket Bat
02:43
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Can anybody please help me?
I feel weird around my friends and I don’t know when conversations should end
And I don’t know how they start
Social anxiety’s not healthy
I wanna be in the fight but I never know if what I’m doing is right
There’s no compass in my heart
When everybody is an actor, how am I supposed to tell them apart?
I’m sick of capitalism
And transphobia and shit, but I don’t see these problems changing a bit
And what am I supposed to do?
I wanna live like a prism
When everything turns white, I wanna spit out every color of light
But I’m predominately blue
I’m talking pronouns to a ghost town; but if there’s no sound, what’s the point if it’s true?
If God came down, they’d probably kick my ass for being so self-loathing
And I would tell them their creation drives with its left foot on the brake
I’m not down, I just don’t think I fit into all my clothing
I am rowing until I sink or reach the other side, whatever it takes
I lie awake with the lights on
Looking up and breathing deep, not interested in getting any sleep
Procrastination is my cause
Not sure what I’ve got my sights on
I guess I’m holding onto hope that in these night hours I’ll find a way to cope
With my anxieties and flaws
So I try to mend at 5am and put the world outside of me on pause
If God came down, they’d probably kick my ass for being so self-loathing
And I would tell them their creation drives with its left foot on the brake
I’m not down, I just don’t think I fit into all my clothing
I am rowing until I sink or reach the other side, whatever it takes
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B.M.X. (Big Meaty Xlaws)
02:00
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I was lost until two thousand and fifteen
Even now, I still don’t know where I am
I don’t know that I have much to contribute to the world
And even if I did, would anybody give a damn?
I’ll just keep bang, bang, bangin’ on a guitar
I’ll just keep sing, sing, singin’ out of key
I’ll go insane, sane, sane, and die before I’m 28
But until then, there’s infinite possibilities
Now we’re here in the two thousand and twenties
The world is fittingly falling apart
And I don’t think that I can offer anything to change it
But I’ll give it all of my goddamn heart
I’ll just keep bang, bang, bangin’ on a guitar
I’ll just keep sing, sing, singin’ out of key
I’ll go insane, sane, sane, and die before I’m 28
But until then, there’s infinite possibilities
I’ll try to put the “arm” in “good karma”
I’ll put the “leg” in “leaving a legacy”
Because I’m giving this life half my limbs
Sincere from head to toe, and probably most things in between
I’ll just keep bang, bang, bangin’ on a guitar
I’ll just keep sing, sing, singin’ out of key
I’ll go insane, sane, sane, and die before I’m 28
But until then, there’s infinite possibilities
I’ll just keep bang, bang, bangin’ on a guitar
I’ll just keep sing, sing, singin’ out of key
Because I'm giving this life half my limbs
Sincere from head to toe, and probably most things in between
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Altitude Sickness
03:53
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You left the mountain at some point
And so did I, in the end
I’m very into the distance
But I can’t even pretend
That I forgot
All of the songs that you made to hide your flaws
You were never a rebel, and if I remember, you never had a cause
But in spite of that
I don’t hope you’re sad
I hope the bottom of your well is not that bad
What once was strong
Is now all but gone
But could you tell me, what the fuck is moving on?
So if you haven’t picked a bullet to take you
I hope you grew a bigger heart that remains true
You were never meant to sing like the saints do
I just hope this hell on earth hasn’t maimed you
I know we never get to live how we plan to
But I hope you’re better than all your band’s tunes
Because, between me and my heart, I can’t stand you
But forgetting is not something I can do
I’ve worked on closing the chapters
That we wrote when we were bored
And I’ve deleted your numbers
Cut those invisible cords
And now I’ve learned
All of the things that you were were never great
And I’ve tried to be silent, let time fold and die, and you might think it’s built on hate
But it’s not like that
I don’t hope you’re sad
I hope the bottom of your well is not that bad
What once was strong
Is now all but gone
But could you tell me, what the fuck is moving on?
I hope that the planet for you is still spinning
I hope you got over your hatred of women
And dealt with the long list of deep-seated issues
That you left the country and took along with you
I promise that all we thought mattered before
Was just boys singing marches but unfit for war
And all of the doors that we’ve been through are locked
So I’m closing this letter inside of a box
It says if you haven’t picked a bullet to take you
I hope you grew a bigger heart that remains true
You were never meant to sing like the saints do
I just hope this hell on earth hasn’t maimed you
I know we never get to live how we plan to
But I hope you’re better than all your band’s tunes
Because, between me and my heart, I can’t stand you
But forgetting is not something I can do
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OK Koala Nashville, Tennessee
Warmly cathartic pop-punk/alternative band from Nashville, currently composed of Logan Flanagan, Carter Tarr, Rose Berry, and Caison Rogers
Debut album out now!
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