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Tiebreaker
01:19
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I simply can’t say who lost the most
I just know It’s unbearable
Comparable to a conversation we had
Last year
Was a nightmare by any standards
Set by boys at basement shows
Absolutely heavy hearted and I
Regress here.
But I know it isn’t time. With regrets on the line
I’ll get right this time. Relinquish what’s inside
And I can’t believe my eyes, regardless of this fight
FIREFLY I wanna be your lightning bug
bedside light poking at the cataracts inside
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tie a noose around the summer's end.
the air breathes death into the trees again
endless nights under streetlights with my friends have come and went
I know i've said these same words last year
autumns song is full of sorrow
these boston summers have gone too fast
afraid of parting ways i fear tomorrow
(just waste away)
all the circumstances for second chances have consumed my frame of mind
this hourglass has depleting sand lines
that quicken the loss of time that I have to say goodbye
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Bachelors Degree In...
01:52
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On the road and I don’t want to go to sleep
Writing words to sound inspiring
But I don’t care
Who I inspire anymore
I’ll just waste away
And waste my words
They are all manufactured and trite. All lies.
I stare looking back at school, I’m a graduate of nothing new
Taking the paint off the walls again
For the last time. The last fucking time
Pulling the sheets off this bed again
Where I wasted so much time. As Dreamers go to die. (Learning how to write)
But I don’t care
Who I inspire anymore
I don’t care
These words are manufactured and trite they are all lies.
I want to believe in the things that you say
To make sense of nothing in surreal ways
Not guidance or lessons or motivation
I just want to feel something real. Inspiration.
Illumination is not the thing that you say
It makes sense nothing in so many ways
It’s guidance a, a lesson, its motivation
It just helps me write something worth being read. Inspiration.
Wasted words, count in, count in
Start the van, engine, engine
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Rivers Cuomo Was Right
01:39
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Sloppy literature on a heat wave afternoon
Ignoring unemployment and completely out f tune
I’m tired, of picking up where I left off
I’m tired, the world still turns when I am gone
But it’s a shame, I write in vain
Despite the songs that we love
Despite the writing on the walls
Could keep the faint at heart at bay
It keeps pulling on the heart strings that have likely gone astray
I found a, place where I’m not all alone
I found my, little niche to call my home
But it’s a shame, I write in vain
Despite the songs that we love
Despite the road
Song birds can’t keep me here
Sea breeze can’t keep me here
Nothing hurts like nothing at all
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Collision Boston, Massachusetts
Voice - James
Guitar - DJ
Guitar - The Ortega
Bass - Tim
Drums - Johnny
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