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I don't like your friends.
They're boring and they lie to you.
But I try my hand even when I don't want to.
You know that I like the way you move to the songs that played when we were only friends.
What was I like then? Was I ever in your head?
I'd drop you that line but I don't think you need it.
Keep it up, keep it up, kid.
I make you uptight. Well, you don't really need this.
Keep it up, keep it up, kid.
Tell me everything you wanted out of it and maybe I could give you some more.
We keep doing circles going 'round like this and you don't want to do anymore.
Come out. Come over.
I don't like your friends.
They never seem to understand that you try your best, even if it's just pretend.
You know that I like the way we used to stay up all night when we were only friends.
Have I done right since? Will I ever get ahead?
...but if you only come out for good times then you'll never get over this life.
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Talk
03:20
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Guard the lies to guard the liars and watch the crowning of a king.
Unbalanced and ashamed. Glad I'm not the same.
If you could hide would you go?
And it was always in your head, that it won't be long, it won't be long.
I'm always stuck inside my head.
Lay here, don't talk. Lay here, don't talk, talk.
All the lights outside my doorway start to flicker one by one.
Polished and restrained. I could be the same.
I used to know how this went.
Lay here don't talk. Lay here, don't talk, talk.
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A Little Less
03:35
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So tired.
How did it get to this? You keep on making all of the same lists.
We could go hang with some friends, I guess. Oh. we won't do that again.
Run wild.
Why do we live like this? You hold your tongue and I bite my lip.
There's always something that I will miss. It all feels the same to you.
Those simple ways are too messy now.
Well, are you still the girl that I dream about?
Turn off the television, come to bed.
We're not that lonely yet.
Stay quiet.
When did we get off track?Why don't you tell me 'bout what I still lack?
But do it with grace and tact so I could come around again.
Closed tight.
Without a second guess, I never know what I'm supposed to ask.
In every moment where we hold back I'd like us to remain.
Seems there's a bad sign, a faultline. Everytime.
But it gets a little less hard in the back of the bar after midnight.
Would you keep her in park until I fight?
It gets a little less hard to be back where we are after this night.
It gets a little less hard. A little less hard.
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Sunday Drive Records is an independent record label based in Texas that was started in 2015 out of a passion for music and design by Jonathan Lee Gonzales. The label started in a dorm room with a strong DIY foundation focused on community and art. SDR has released 50 albums from local, national and international bands, ranging in genres from punk/hardcore to indie and alternative-rock. ... more
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