Derrick Shanholtzer-Dvorak - Guitar, vocals
Joshua Cyr - Bass
Katie Shanholtzer-Dvorak - Synthesizer, back up vocals
Jordan Chmielowski - Guitar
Patrick Malone - Trumpet
Soraya Valentine - Drums
David Bello - back up vocals
Recorded by Chris Teti at Silver Bullet Studios in Burlington, CT
We're painting on a bruise and walking home
all stupid shitty kids will die alone
but I hope we don't forget to lose it all
When drugs are all I need I'll give you a call
and I hope there is a hell for you
I hope there is a hell
and I hope we don't forget to lose it all
Track Name: Soco Amaretto Bud Light Lime
Do you feel born again when you get fucked up?
What do you breathe in? What gives you freedom?
What do you do to yourself to feel forgiven?
Do you live your life in competition?
Or on the excess of your family tree.
I cut off a branch and pulled off the leaves.
It was beautiful bare, you rest in ecstasy
but you will be aching when you wake up
Your day will be wasted soon enough
There are not enough stars to make you small enough.
The things that you dream irritate me.
The street lights hum a song that makes you anxious
I am well but you can stop that
Body heat, wind-breaker pockets
Track Name: Apples
There were rivers inside of our shoes
We were working on wasting time
It was the worst 3 months of your life
but the DXM was fine and I said
"Don't worry about the rent, this month isn't over yet."
Then we drank each other's piss out of white coffee cups
When it hits your lips it tastes just like warm water.
What kind of disappointment is this?
We were electric like the summer
And I said to my brother
"Next Halloween let's be each other and stay that way forever"
Track Name: Magnetic Curses
I'm sorry that I'm not quite being myself
I started off like me but ended up someone else
I'm sorry that I never really work on myself
It's not that I don't try it's just sometimes, well nothing helps
And how much time do we really have,
to count our steps before the motion sets itself
And what do you forget when you go to bed?
So few things make it worth the hell of being a person
We are alone but time makes it okay
We've stolen our homes, but would still like to be saved
So where is our hope? Or when do we get paid?
'cause I've been so broke