I can't believe we ended up playing with this band. I remember getting ready for the show the night before and finally checking out the local acts and what they're about and Small Talks was good but That Audiotree session just blew me out of the water. Thanks to this band for playing then and with us and I'm sorry that one of the only music venues in town here doesn't seem to work too much to promote.
Woke up at 11 and I'm trapped in my head Today’s not important so I'm staying in bed There's nothing too wrong with my existence So why does it still feel like there's something missing? I think of the moments that I've shared with my friends Emotions so potent thought that they’d never end I know I can't be always that happy I'm just looking for balance That's all that I need An apartment in Montclair with some people I know A mattress, a notebook, a room with a window A job I don’t hate, friends that don't act fake Five bucks in my pocket to get into the show In this dream that I had I was already dead Floating over my grave, on my tombstone it read Only the dates, that’s all that it said And no one was there, but my pastor and dad No, I can’t end like that I’m better than that Shit will work out I know that it can I’m trying to believe I want to believe That one day I’ll be better But the pressure won’t ease And I’m fucking angry I want to be a better version of me Cause I’m kind of selfish and my will powers weak I’ve felt what it’s like to become that guy But it feels like I’m fated to fall out of sync
I can't believe we ended up playing with this band. I remember getting ready for the show the night before and finally checking out the local acts and what they're about and Small Talks was good but That Audiotree session just blew me out of the water. Thanks to this band for playing then and with us and I'm sorry that one of the only music venues in town here doesn't seem to work too much to promote.
Woke up at 11 and I'm trapped in my head
Today’s not important so I'm staying in bed
There's nothing too wrong with my existence
So why does it still feel like there's something missing?
I think of the moments that I've shared with my friends
Emotions so potent thought that they’d never end
I know I can't be always that happy
I'm just looking for balance
That's all that I need
An apartment in Montclair with some people I know
A mattress, a notebook, a room with a window
A job I don’t hate, friends that don't act fake
Five bucks in my pocket to get into the show
In this dream that I had I was already dead
Floating over my grave, on my tombstone it read
Only the dates, that’s all that it said
And no one was there, but my pastor and dad
No, I can’t end like that I’m better than that
Shit will work out
I know that it can
I’m trying to believe
I want to believe
That one day I’ll be better
But the pressure won’t ease
And I’m fucking angry
I want to be a better version of me
Cause I’m kind of selfish and my will powers weak
I’ve felt what it’s like to become that guy
But it feels like I’m fated to fall out of sync