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Summer Bummers
04:50
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I can make you a drink, but not anything you like
I know you keep your liquor neat, but not any part of your life
and surely not mine, I'm up at 3am thinking about where we were then
Helping turtles cross highways, putting birds back in their nests
It doesn't always work out, but it's always worth trying your best
She said, "You can only know your distance from home by how long it takes you to come home". Well, I think my distance might be never because I haven't been back now in forever, and I keep losing to these cardboard boxes, making me wake up in unfamiliar places.
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Oops, My Makeup
01:39
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What difference does it make
Why does it matter
It's not like I
Ever really mattered
To you, either
And I can't help but feeling
Absolutely shattered
I'm so tired of grasping
Your runoff emotion
It's getting the best of me
Making its way to the rest of me, wholly
Maturing this cancer
I thought there'd be an answer
But now that I see clearly
I find holding things dearly
Is getting much harder
I wont last much longer
I wasted too much time now
Just hoping to get stronger
And you didn't help much
I'm not saying you didn't help once
But like everyone else
I really hoped for more
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I couldn't figure out
Just what you had meant when you said to
Stop taking everything literally,
But I stopped taking when there was such little left
Dropping away the minutes for dimes and
Pawning off weeks for hours on the day
You can't say I wasted it all away
It's these damn exchange rates to blame
Every mirror screams at me
I hope you can't sleep
I hope you get sick
I know you wake up feeling like shit
I woke up on a new day
Just to see things had stayed the same
Except for telling myself I need to change
But if I were in charge, there'd be nothing left
Dropping away the minutes for dimes and
Pawning off weeks for hours on the day
You can't say I wasted it all away
It's these damn exchange rates to blame
Every mirror screams at me
I hope you can't sleep
I hope you get sick
I know you wake up feeling like shit
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Compliment my ripped pants
Or hold my hand, I knew you might
Compliment my ripped pants
And put me on your payment plan
Compliment my ripped pants
And hold my hand, I knew you might just
Understand
Where we are
Understand
How this fell apart
Understand
I did my part
Compliment my ripped pants
Or hold my hand, I knew you might
Compliment my ripped pants
And put me on your payment plan
Compliment my ripped pants
And hold my hand, I knew you might just
Understand
Where we are
Understand
How this fell apart
Understand
I did my part
Oh my god, I can't do more
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Ohioh Fort Smith, Arkansas
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