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Midlife Crisis Tropical Vacation

by Your Loss

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1.
I was born dead on arrival It takes a tragedy to rival how I feel I take the long way ‘round to prove there’s no rest from the self Cause on my flights of fancy all my friends are complimentary The more you know, the more it’s easy to believe I’m from a past where there’s no future I’m from a present where I just relive the past I’m interesting and fun, a wilted iris in the sun That never shines like I remembered when I was young. The more you run, the more it’s difficult to leave The more you run, the less you’re leaving A life writ large on playbill covers is theater trash
2.
Binary Stars 05:20
Laying flat and flayed out on the comforter you gave me for my bed Awake and dreaming of the things we'd do if we could start again Wondering if our hearts can combine Tethered as they are to our own time Supine old affections knotted tightly like your body close to me I thumb along the dogeared dusty pages of our future history Bound between the ridges of your spine Scalloped all like shovels in a line Darling dig us out I believe that you know how I try to keep my head down and just climb But my mind gets lost in space from time to time We were binary stars And it was only by your light that I got this far The gravity sped through the dark And moved us closer in and then pulled us apart We've got light, we've got heat, we've got momentum I've got the solemn hope that you'll come back around Before we burn out I love you always. Even when you stray.
3.
Darling what I dream I’ve had Of a time where hearts could span across the 50 states or from half a world away I woke to find my head was full Of the thoughts so inevitable that it cheapens it to say what you know I want to say Laying up for hours in conversation has never meant so much to me With you it’s more like discovering a truth that for all my fucking life eluded me If you can’t sleep tonight I’ve got nothing but time to sing you lullabies If we stay up all night, then I am the lucky one This and every time
4.
It’s three AM and there’s a glowing screen with written pieces of a puzzle I don’t want to complete But I seek the pattern as if I wanted to read how you’ve kept the cross warm Well, I hope you left a few nails for me Because I don’t miss a chance to spout hyperbole; in that we are the same The truest words that I could ever speak: You were the best I ever had; you were the worst I ever had Carry the weight if you’re able Of all the lies you tell to yourself You gotta carry the weight, I can’t take it All the ways you’re bringing me down If only I had learned to keep my fucking mouth shut, you’d have stayed Then I could find out how you’d ruin it all the same
5.
Absolution 04:22
And the worst part is getting over how I can't get over you But I find absolution in the damndest little corners of my brain And I remember you're the same Oh all the things we hide away And the worst part is dreaming someday all my grief won't be in vain And the weight of my delusion seems to crumble into dust these summer days And I remember you're the same Oh to throw my spite away So come on, we've pretended we got all of the time in the world for too long Between acceptance and desertion, could anything be more certain Do we believe the words we say Because you've been cross and I've been stupid, but are we so shallow rooted That we can walk upright away If you don't think so then just stay
6.
Ramekin 03:06
Truth be told, I don’t think about it much at all I’ve heard the barrio is somewhere north of here I’ll probably never go I’m not like you, so I’ll never have to But don’t get me wrong, I can pretend to give a shit with the best of ‘em And I could sympathize, but between cocktails and brunch, who’s got the time I’m not like you, I know the truth So I’ll sit and talk while you grasp at straws With broken fingers So don’t speak my name and I’ll do the same Until it’s over Truth be told, I can admit that some of it’s my fault But you know how it goes, can’t bear my guilt much less the weight of the world I’m not like you, so I’ll never have to
7.
I was stuck at the bottom again with the wound I assumed wouldn’t mend And like a high school kid, I wore it on my face So I burned you up with the rest of the trash, but I can still feel the heat on my back Every time you come around to drag it out again Oh! You were a black hole overstuffed with the light you stole Fat and full of the love you can’t give back Oh! I was an asshole too fucking stupid to let it go I overdose on the humanity you lack Somehow, baby it’s quiet now Not that I’d like to hear a word you’d have to say anyway All that’s left in the shimmering black are standard candles that remeasure my past Just flashing lights that caution me away
8.
Maybe I could have been a writer, but I settled on this instead But you know best of all how I’m always settling Maybe I should have treaded lighter when I said the things I said But I feel like spitting fire when you’re there for the listening The low brass of trains rolling past Reminds me of the things that never last The sad joke of the promises you broke Gets no laughs Alright, I’m over it You can keep your lies, your smoke and mirrors Your clever guise that kept me here The wasted years lived out in song You’ll never realize what that cost Oh well, it’s your fucking loss Oh I want you to be happy, but I’m happy that I know you’re not I could think on it forever, but I don’t give a fuck at all

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"Terrible songs about terrible people by terrible people for terrible people. Your Loss was formed in 2015 at the corner of No Care and No Talent Streets in Fort Collins, Colorado. Tim and Brian play in Elway, and Drew played in Chumped, which only bears mentioning because now more people will listen to the album. Miles hasn’t been in any bands you care about, which makes him the only punk guy in the band. Our only hope is that we’ll be one of those bands that everyone says is cool to listen to, but nobody really listens to. Y’know, like Chumped. If we are permitted one auxiliary hope though, it’s to use our moderate ability to play songs to get free drinks. Y’know, like Elway. We have no plans of ever touring anywhere near you. BYE."

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released May 6, 2016

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