1. |
Getting Worse
01:40
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I fall apart every day
Right around 5:30
When I wake up next to you
Inside my head
I don’t even try to explain
What made me this way
But I hate the fact that
It’s only getting worse
I fall apart every day
From the anxiety
Of having to
stand up for myself
I’m fucking sick every day
Of my past mistakes
And I hate the fact that
I’m always in the wrong
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2. |
Wild Turkey
02:06
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Off of Virginia
In a one bedroom
400 dollars a month
Empty cabinets
Broken skateboards on the wall
Combo TV/VHS
We’re doing our best
With our limited resources
He comes home drunk
But I’m already wasted
Taking pictures
Taking every ounce of strength
Just to keep it together
Independence
Make me miss my friends back home
I’ve never felt so alone
We’re doing our best
So the neighbors don’t hear screaming
Late this month
And pray it’s not a baby
We’re doing our best
Even when we scare the roaches
We’re safe today
But next year I’ll fucking hate you
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3. |
Killing Whitey
03:21
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This fabulous straw
That rules for a lifetime
Which dictates our week
And punishes daily
We struggle to breathe
And say we’re allergic
We’re broken and broke
And excessively nervous
My friends and I are already
Turning against ourselves
We’re waking up to the fact
We’re dying without seeking help
There’s blood in your mouth
From numbing your insides
You say you’re okay
Your wallet says otherwise
We don’t want to support
Violent exploitation
But we’re too selfish to care
More concerned with our faces
My friends and I are already
Throwing up every night
We’re growing sick of trying to quit
Turning our skin pale white
My friends and I are already
Halfway to the hospital
His lips are blue and I’m hearing you
Screaming I won’t let you die
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4. |
Jelly
03:19
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I’ll do my fucking best
But I’m stuck out in the rain
Afraid of every noise
Afraid of everything
Won’t you comfort me
I’ll join you in your seat
I don’t know what I want
I don’t know what I need
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5. |
Loose
04:30
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As I sink into this feeling, aware I’m not quite done
My mouth turns dry, my tongue goes numb
Everybody in this room loved me yesterday
But today I still can’t face myself, so everything’s the same
God damn you for loving me
God damn all your help
And God damn the grace of your disposable wealth
I don’t love you, I don’t love me
I don’t love anything
Except the promise that this all will stop
And some day I’ll be free
Today I woke up panicked
freezing and alone
I wish that this hallway
Could ever feel like a home
Then I could die a martyr
I could die a saint
I could build myself a legacy
Out of passionate hate
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6. |
Local 30
03:09
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I’m back from rehab and I’m off suboxone
I got a girlfriend and she keeps me honest
I got my family back and don’t wanna lose them
Why won’t you believe that I’m done with using
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7. |
Mambo no. 666
03:19
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It’s less difficult to
Expect a miracle like
Waking up from 8 full hours of sleep
And my scars are fading
From my shoulders and legs
As I reconcile the part
That needs fixing
Now I live for days like these
Something ordinary something more discreet
Every night’s a nightmare
I’m wide awake but still scared
In a losing battle I have in my head
It’s such a disappointment
To regret every moment
I should fight but
I’ll give up instead
Now I live for days like these
Something ordinary something more discreet
They told me be patient
There’s no shame in waiting
It probably won’t get better overnight
I’m in a place to listen
But I crave forgiveness
For the hefty price of all those flashing lights
Now I live for days like these
Something ordinary something more discreet
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8. |
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I took a good look and watched you walk into the house downtown
Where your entire life is on the floor in stacks
You shut the door and I thought to myself I wish it wasn’t going to end like this
And I told myself not to miss you
But I miss you
Even if it’s only when I think about protecting myself from toxicity
You saw the worst of me
And now you have to leave
I’m afraid for your health
And I’m afraid of myself
But this is how it has to be.
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9. |
Contrast
04:26
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I’m dripping head to toe
In grayscale paint
When morning breaks
It’s getting cold
Out here all alone
But it’s quiet and sweet
My tongue is in knots
And I just forgot
What I’m doing here
I just can’t shake
That I’ve made mistakes
And they’re here on display
Your hands are everything
They dig so deep
And find something unique
In the spaces between
Awake and asleep
Where I start to dream
This room comes alive
Every time you’re inside
It’s more comfortable
And I can’t predict
If I’ll die or i’ll live
But you’re worth the risk
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The New Normal San Jose, California
We are The New Normal. San Jose based, LGBT friendly, anti-racist, anti-fascist, and fucking
exhausted.
We write songs about mental illness, drug addiction, loss, frustration, and dogs with anxiety.
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