04. Three Song 7" EP

(Shock To The System Records, 2010)

1. Flatlining
2. Best To Forget
3. Little Tragedies

43 test press "tour versions"
100 white/clear split vinyl
383 regular black vinyl
17 black vinyl with alternate cover stamp for release show


FLATLINING - No it's not the end of the world, even though most times it feels like it is. And I know everything's not my fault, but it sure feels like it is. I don't know which way is up but I certainly know which way is down. This hole that I'm digging doesn't seem to have a way out. I don't know why I even get out of bed because I know that I'm just gonna get crushed again. I've been sleeping on my friend's floor because it's the only place that feels like home anymore. I don't wanna talk to you. I don't wanna tell you how I'm doing because most times I don't know how I'm doing. I don't know much of anything. I don't know why I even try, I'm just gonna fuck it up again.

BEST TO FORGET - The motive and the opportunity are all too clear but what I just cannot fathom is just how this happened, when you moved on, and the only thing I can think is it's an age-old dumb tale now, that your heart just wasn't there. Caught between every blank stare. So I walk the long way home past all my friend's closed doors and write a letter about how I'm not doing better. Send it to my bedroom floor because I'm not sure what's best to forget. I know it's crazy but when you think of me I hope it's not as an immature, stagnating creep. This place lost all its charm and there's nothing I can offer to bring back the magic for you. I think I hope you're happy finding a place to call your own and choking on your words.

LITTLE TRAGEDIES - Your leaps of faith come so easy. All I can muster is jealousy, 'cause when you cut me down to sighs I think we all want the most convenient li(f)e; the romanticism of dejection and irresponsibility in the face of a world we can't change (in the face of acting our age), of being an idealist with no aspirations. You say you can't stomach the cliche, a mouthful of "that'll be the day" and exhale your breath through me. I'm addicted to when you breathe. I guess what I mean is I had the scar before I had the wound or was my foot just caught inside the other shoe.