Slow down we can talk it out we'll back-track, relax and track it down how I carve out a space for this To hold a job and have a hobby that’s expensive as it is My neighbors all complain about the noise I make I piped down and I haven't made a peep though but I've found my voice in this random noise so sit back now and welcome to the peep show I've been making up words at the top of my lungs at the tip of my tongue ease up, and leave me some I've been making up words 'cause there aren't anymore Untwist From the sounds of it I've missed half the point but I got the gist, no I Now I know what my next step is find the perfect words if they exist Is it words for love? Is it words for pain? and do I stop when they sound the same or is it better that I pander to people who will listen or do I pivot, go 180, just to prove I can be different? I've been making up words at the top of my lungs at the tip of my tongue ease up, and leave me some I've been making up words 'cause there aren't anymore Refresh, give me time to rest to recharge my search for a sound that's fresh I don't mean to be so down or pessimistic like an ivy on my skin I can't resist the urge to itch with a simple little hobby all I do is stitch together clever words and sounds, record, promote design and finally pitch it and I'm like "please share, please like and subscribe" but all I want to do is leave this unrelated stuff behind but at the same time, I want to reach a million people now I'm feeling like a thousands out of reach if I don't keep up with the trending times, a brand new state a new bandwagon with some new paint - well here's my new way Maybe I'm not trending up on twitter and the only one's I'll reach will be my mom and baby sister maybe I'm not bound for money or fame but my music wouldn't fit inside a status or a hash-tag! I've been making up words at the top of my lungs at the tip of my tongue ease up, and leave me some I've been making up words 'cause there aren't anymore I've been making up words at the top of my lungs at the tip of my tongue ease up, and leave me some I'll plagiarize the chorus from the beating in my chest I'll take my inspiration from the cadence of my breath I'm searching for a rhythm in the cracking of my knuckles they asked me for a title, said I'm Torn Between a Couple taking aim and aiming up, its second nature, off the cuff I'm vaguely masquerading and I'm faking that I'm brave enough, I'm shakin' up the achey stuff, I'm waking all the neighbors up there ain't enough to waste it cuz I'm savin up and makin' up words

We used to play, take new shapes, be whoever we wanted to be (They brought their money, we made our own) But those days are over, we're told to be quiet, be one little thing (They spoke a language we didn't know) But we'll speak up, speak up now and our echoes won't bounce back doubts ill be the cop or the cowboy and we'll play until dark (Dark will come but so will dawn, the sun will fall but rise once more) we don’t need light, only time now to prove who we are (Who we are is not our job, it's not our role, it's what we love) so we'll speak up, speak up now and our echoes will be heard So I'll wait until 4 a.m. When our sounds rise return again to be heard is all we ask edge to the line, trip the timer and wait for your turn (Turn your fears into your fuel, and let them push instead of pull) all reds go green eventually if you’re willing to learn (learn the rules, time our shots, our throats untwist and we speak up) so we'll speak up, speak up now and our echoes will be heard So I'll wait until 4 a.m. When our sounds rise return again to be heard is all we ask So I'll wait until 4 a.m. When our sounds rise return again to be heard is all… speak up, speak up, nooooow speak up, speak up, nooooow speak up, speak up, nooooow speak up, speak uuuuuup So I'll wait until 4 a.m. When our sounds rise return again to be heard is all we have

I know a girl her name is Sweet Nothing Little voice, warm heart, she is so lovely Everyone in the world, oh they want something but all I want is my sweet, Sweet Nothing She helps me eat my Oreos, her habits? Janitorial She keeps it clean and thats the thing tha sweeps me off my feet I'll take a dose of Dopamine 'cuz boy do we have chemistry no wonder she's so bubbly, I'm bound to overheat She will promise to stick with me even though my faith is iffy even though my arms are skinny Even though I can be vain She'll promise to stand by me even though my room's untidy even when she knows I'm lying from the smile on my face I know a girl her name is Sweet Nothing Little voice, warm heart, she is so lovely Everyone in the world, oh they want something but all I want is my sweet, Sweet Nothing When I was chasing everything and willing to take anything the lowest low I dared to go to try to make me whole That's when I discovered her and I'll never need another her she lit the love inside of me final one I'll ever know she'll always be my partner even if our lives get harder as our stories bring us forward towards the climax and the fall and to keep from being fiction her love comes with one condition: that I learn to love myself before I learn to love at all I know a girl her name is Sweet Nothing Little voice, warm heart, she is so lovely Everyone in the world, oh they want something but all I want is my sweet, Sweet Nothing Nothing gave me more like nothing has before and I thought nothing could me me whole again and Nothing did Sweet Nothing did Sweet Nothing did

Step 1, write a simple chorus don't bore us with an intro or a clever little verse step 2, stop pretending theres some kind of formula for making it I've never been so sure only time will tell me if I'm something, if I'm cursed or if I'm cunning, if I'm talented or stale cause every song is an attempt to just impress you, its an educated guess to light a bulb or ring a bell And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street All I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be Here I am gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to Working hard, feeling tense, worrying about my fashion sense Since when do I give up an inch to incidental tackiness I'm disoriented, so distracted from my bit but should I fight to force the issue when I'm out of lubricant to help this, to help my words come easy, to help to ease the heat we generate from friction wishin' inspiration wouldn't treat me like I'm a leper build me right up to the edge of legend just to pull back leaving fame inside my head I'm at an open mic, feeling like that token guy "Please buy My CD's its worth 10 dollars but I'll take a five" so much talent balanced on a rusty knife can I compete with guys who have been playing their entire lives? For I am tied to mind my manners and my language cuz 'hecks the only exclamation I can get away with cuz my grandmas gonna listen to this and I still refuse to sway her sweet opinion of me or lose her approval but it'd be nice to emphasize the weight of what I say tell me which one will convince you that I'm finally okay? I'm Okay, or I'm Goddamn Okay And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street All I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be Here I am gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to I'm not a gambler but I bet you're esoteric tearing down these local artists as too poppy or generic it's apparent you regard your judgement in such high esteem but it's as welcome as americans as tourists overseas I'm seein I'm Seein people asking where they go to find my stuff and yeah I'm up on iTunes next to every band with 30 bucks A dozen albums sold, to me its like a treasure, But I guess I'm far from guiness I'm not setting any records and I'm making Indie music that will never top the charts but like the greatest chef's will tell you: "my fanbase is getting larger" I'm half a hermit introverted if I'm honest the fact I'm here's a testament to how badly I want it I've no aversion to searching, to look or wonder or to try out different styles or to leave my zone of comfort cause I can flirt with burning candles but they'll either all extinguish or they'll blacken all my fingers till I lose all sense of feeling I like I like my girls like I like my schedule - hectic I like beauty, smarts and talent but that orders alphabetic I'm a sucker for independence a girl who needs her space because I used to cling like static back when I was a teenager I may never recapture the happiness of that first love 'cause I was unaware of what a heartache really was so now I guard a little harder lusting for a crush and I can see its so unhealthy when it bubbles up at once I'm not breaking any ground I think this problem's pretty ancient its the fabric of a classic passed down every generation So to summarize this song for all the people that've been watching this find another artist if you don't like stream of consciousness

Sarah, you're the only girl for me Sarah, you're the only girl for me It's terrible, unbearable Oh sarah, it's not fair at all Oh Sarah, you're the only girl for me... this week I walked in the shop to pick up some lunch and asked the cashier what the hell shawarma was her nametag said Amy, I said Hello I'll take #5 and make that to go but then changed my mind, hey maybe I'll stay and Amy just smiled, gave me my change I ate in the corner, she took my tray along with my heart and my breath away 'cause Amy, you're the only girl for me Amy, you're the only girl for me Don't blame me, dont restrain me oh A I'll say this plainly Oh Amy, you're the only girl for me... this week I like the way you don't even know me I like the way you don't even know me I like the way you don't even know me and thats the key to being lonely So maybe today I'll hop on the bus and ride to my stop and not fall in love with the cutest one, the one with the book instead of her phone like the rest of 'em No, I won't sit by her, I'm not that brave I'll sit right behind her, out of her way she won't know I'm there but when I get home I'll write her a song and this is how it goes Bus Girl, you're the only girl for me Bus Girl, you're the only girl for me I trust girl, you must girl, of all the girl's in the bus world Oh Bus Girl, you're the only girl for me... On the D Line I like the way you don't even know me I like the way you don't even know me I like the way you don't even know me and thats the key to being lonely Since I was a kid I watched all the shows I heard all the songs and learned how it goes I will be cool, pretend I'm important get all the girls without working for it I know the truth, I'm not one for boasting I'm just too cute for them to approach me If I repeat it, I might believe it If I repeat it, you might believe it I like the way you don't even know me I like the way you don't even know me I like the way you don't even know me and that’s the key to being lonely

I can't make your party, I'm sorry, the truth is coming down with a cold or coming up with excuses what if I'm early? what if no one else shows? what if everyone that does wishes I would just go? I overthink things... I'm so aware of where my hands are whenever I make a fashion mistake and wear a pocketless sweater hanging down is absurd, folded up is too stern so in the hands of another is probably what I prefer and I believe in broken hearts in awkward love and seeing stars are we too old to still be passing notes? take me back to when to kiss you took courage 'cause it was probably your first and then I had to deserve it now we kiss in the darkness, we kiss all our friends 'cause maybe this one will feel like we're 16 again I remember my first love and the day that I fell it took me two years to tell her the way that I felt now I'm older and I'm more self assured I'm just a little nostalgic for something a little more pure and I believe in broken hearts in awkward love and seeing stars are we too old to still be passing notes? check yes/no Its not a contract you can sign lets go back to a simpler time not etched in trees or carved in stone so check yes/no and I believe in broken hearts in awkward love and seeing stars are we too old to still be passing notes? check yes/no

My dad he sought to teach me all the rules of mathematics I absorbed all of his lessons now I sometimes wish I hadnt cause now I know to add up, put two and two together I'm curious if ignorance would not have suit me better I set sail for washington and the hardest part of moving is the tourist traps that snare you and I got the shirt to prove it I want a hotter body and a cooler sense of style want to corner every market in the country by the time I by the time I turn 25, the time I learn to drive oh I'm behind the curve 'cause I'm not famous as a child alright I get a thought it's alright I write a song it's alright you sing along it's alright at rock bottom I'm still better than I've been in my life I'm waiting for the vampires to leave their homes to feed so I can swoop and take their parking spot, its tough out on the street when it's every monster for themselves but I am not a monster though I just want to park my Mazda close to home as possible I always push the people further asking for a bit more but lately all these comments make me careful what I fish for you told me I'm intractable, I only nod my head but then I had to suck it up and finally google what it meant I get a thought it's alright I write a song it's alright you sing along it's alright at rock bottom I'm still better than I've been in my life I waste my time I'm alright I lose my keys I'm alright I pet a dog I'm alright I got talent and my mama told me that I'm alright Pick a poem, any poem just don't let me read it I scratch clever lines down on the bus ride discretely the bumps shake my hand like its so nice to meet me now I can't read my notes but they're not worth repeating I've been looking for a pattern in the data that I've gathered turns out all you wants a chorus it’s the only part that matters alright I get a thought it's alright I write a song it's alright you sing along it's alright at rock bottom I'm still better than I've been in my life

I met you years ago but suddenly you're something else to me your eyes are big your legs are short so short and sweet but I can see I play with you, but you toy with me Passion, can't hold still if I'm laughin' One of these days it will happen give me a chance and I'll try my best, try my best, try my best I over-analyze, I'm certain I see signs in everything but half the fun is deconstructing what you say to what you mean I lust for you, you humor me None of our friends will know, we'll keep it private, leave no trace or sign the subtle linger in our hug might be the start of our demise I wink at you, you roll your eyes Passion, can't hold still if I'm laughin' One of these days it will happen give me a chance and I'll try my best, try my best, try my best, try my best I'm not devout no I am not a very pious man but I, I've spent more time in churches than I have in science labs and I've not seen a sermon move a room like you when you at your best I can't write a song to match the hymns they sing but nonetheless If you let me try, I'll try my best Passion, can't hold still if I'm laughin' One of these days it will happen give me a chance and I'll try my best, try my best, try my best, try my best

A hero's easy to be: they lack the training, coordination, waiting for destiny they're just the puppets of prophecy or a famous last name But I've been playing villain for far too long I'm both a cat to a mouse as I'm a cat to a dog I've got cartoon physics hitting every single branch on my way We're all drawn to danger since we were just kids the tropes aren't so subtle, cliche as it is You've got your money in a dollar sign sack but I've got a girl I've got to tie to the tracks A hero's easy to be, they all start average or else passive 'till they're pulled to their feet and via montage they'll have gone from weak to awesome in a couple of days But I've been playing villain for quite some time You best believe my wanted poster reads as Dead or Alive If I'm gonna go, I better make it worth the money they'll pay We're all drawn to danger since we were just kids the tropes aren't so subtle, cliche as it is You've got your money in a dollar sign sack but I've got a girl I've got to tie to the tracks You've got your money in a dollar sign sack but I've got a girl I've got to tie to the tracks I've got the rope and you've got the wrists and I'll pull it tight and give it a twist and you bring the beauty, I'll bring the risk I know that it's twisted but I can't resist I've got the rope and you've got the wrists and I'll pull it tight and give it a twist and you bring the beauty, I'll bring the risk I know that it's twisted but I can't resist, Hey! You ride in style with your bulletproof glass spent all week perfecting your sinister laugh and while you're revealing your plan of attack I've got a girl I've got to tie to the track You've got your money in a dollar sign sack but I've got a girl I've got to tie to the tracks You've got your money, you've got your money You've got your money in a dollar sign sack but I've got a girl I've got to tie to the tracks

when I turned 15, determined to keep my head lower than my self esteem I had a plan but I was held back by acting like acne was the worst thing to happen if I could go back, leave a note that might've told that teen boy the stuff that I didn't know then I'd write two words - all he'd need to know this ain't how it'll always be Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud Stitch up every cut when you've had enough and stand Stand strong when the pressures up and damn this flood by holding tough (we've got some work to do...) I did what Simon said I had plans inside my head planted by handsome men but in the act of cashin' in I gave half of my fraction of passion left its not pretty, its not trendy to act like this I'm no natural, I have to practice it you're not ready, I get that but here its is stick with me or be stuck with what you get Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud Stitch up every cut when you've had enough and stand Stand strong when the pressures up and damn this flood by holding tough Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud Stitch up every cut when you've had enough and stand Stand strong when the pressures up and damn this flood by holding tough Hold Tough, fill your heart with mud Stitch up every cut when you've had enough and stand Stand strong when the pressures up and damn this flood by holding tough

Cue the music, let it build the meloncholy soundtrack of a summer indie film I'm the quirky, unconvenitional leading guy I say stupid garbage no ones ever said In their real life like "I've been taking bigger breaths lately cause you told me not to hold it waiting for you to commit" Slow Burn I'd trade a kiss from her for a laugh to pass your lips Slow Burn my heart goes pitter patter, pitter patter; batter up, I'm up next Slow Burn, Slow Burn cuz it’s the only light I know while theres hope for you and me, I burn real slow so lets stay home tonight my love I don't like crowded rooms or the silly folk that fill them up my introversions not a charming trait my wits not good for much but thinking up useless stuff to say Like "My hopes are sleeping quietly in bed cause you told me not to get them up dreamin' one day you'd commit!" Slow Burn I'd trade a kiss from her for a laugh to pass your lips Slow Burn my heart goes pitter patter, pitter patter; batter up, I'm up next Slow Burn, Slow Burn cuz it’s the only light I know while theres hope for you and me, I burn real slow I didn't Know better, So I didn't Better I held onto hope when its best I forget her I didn't Know better, So I didn't Better Love has a spirit and I followed the letter I didn't Know better, So I didn't Better I've loved her so long and I can't quite remember all of my eggs in her basket won't hatch but I've counted each one and now I want'em all back! Slow Burn I'd trade a kiss from her for a laugh to pass your lips Slow Burn my heart goes pitter patter, pitter patter; batter up, I'm up next Slow Burn, Slow Burn cuz it’s the only lie I know while theres hope for you and me, I burn real slow