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Hey there Mr. Mouthoff, everybody knows you're not so funny. You're just trying to make a fool of me. I won't let you show off and get the best of my bad side, I think you should learn to hold your peace.
So if you must know, I'm feeling like a vulture standing on a cliffside. Like a beggar who gave everything away just to feel alive. I feel ill-excused, misplaced, and out of touch. With a star I knew who bet too much on a boy who had no clue, spent all his time just trying to undo.
So please young monastery, join the sinners on fourth street. Call out to a god that we all once knew and reason with yourselves for a reason to yell about. We know you've got no heart left to give.
I haven't slept in two weeks, but no one knows what that means.
For every knuckle that I chewed past the point of tearing off the skin on the nights when I thought that I would never fall asleep again. And of all the things that'll keep me awake, my dreams will not be one. I haven't slept in two weeks, but no one knows what that means.
released June 28, 2014
Production, mixing and mastering by Greg McGowan.
Written and performed by Letters, additional vocals courtesy of Dustin Patton.