1. |
6am
03:05
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This feelings left us
You can’t bring back for me, the time we thought was free.
Take it easy, it’s not hard for you
What have we got to prove.
It’s nothing new, for me or you
but still we stick it through. We both
made a mistake or two, what have we got to lose.
Pick yourself up don’t feel bad at all.
No matter how hard you fall.
Might feel like your backs against the wall.
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2. |
My Fault
02:08
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That’s not the way to be, it’s fucked. Blame me
Lowblow thats my cue to leave, red light, turn green.
It’s all my fault, I know
You’re disappointed and it shows
I just can’t let it go
Even if it means i’m on my own.
Is it too late to change my genes.
Can’t eat, Can’t sleep
It’s not worth bothering
I’ll live we’ll see.
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3. |
Old Days
03:23
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I don’t need anybody else, i’ve got you for myself.
Maybe I gotta ask for help. (Why can’t you see)
That this was never meant to be, the timing wasn’t right for me.
Take time to build my self esteem.
Now you think about it still, but you can’t help that. It’s just the way you feel.
But you can’t just act, like none of this is real.
And that’s a fact, only time will heal.
(I miss the old days)
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4. |
Sidetracked
03:09
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Sidetracked, took a different road
You gotta piece it, piece it all together in my fucking mind.
I’m gonna curl up in a fetal position, tell momma I wanna die.
I wanna die
Shipwrecked, stranded on this island you would call my brain.
I’m so fucked up, fucked up in the head i’m going insane.
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5. |
Sandy
02:49
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My broken brain is seeping from the back of my head.
I went and bled all over your space grey sofa bed.
Full throttle, I can see it in your eyes.
You’ve got this plastic smile baby, can see right through your lies.
Thought that maybe someday, you’d come fly with me.
Now you’re just not the one, the one I wanna see.
Stop calling me on the phone.
Got twelve missed calls at home.
Not your toy when you feel alone.
You’re not gonna get me to go.
You’ve got patroleum breath
Set fire to my lungs am I crumbling yet.
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6. |
Forced Decisions
03:07
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Forced Decisions
For the best, or so they say
Forming prisons
I regret, but I create
One drop
Reminds me, that I’m drowning
Wake up
My alarm, is calling.
Expectations
Like blinders, guide the way
Skipping missions
That might lead me astray
Keep up
It’s kind of hard, when you’re stalling
Don’t stop
You’ll never know, where you’re going.
You can’t help me.
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The Gnars Anaheim, California
Four piece band of interracial besties who just want to have a good time on their days off work/school. Jhon (Guitar/Vocals) Sonny (Bass/Vocals) Rob (Guitar/Vocals) and Maurice (Drums).
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