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Automatic Writing

by The Way Out

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1.
I'm a cell in the shell of myself Through binocular frames surround The truth in my reality I find it easier to breathe When I'm not left alone Subway tiles on the bathroom wall I can see everything and I want nothing at all The ceiling fan that's above my head Will come crashing down when its strings are loose around my neck Automatic writing Can Freud read my thoughts? What does my subconscious know that I do not? Automatic writing Can Freud read my thoughts? I'm not here, god no, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not Neon lights in an abandoned mall You are everything when there's nothing at all The elevator that I'm riding in Will come crashing down twenty stories when I should have left
2.
Cops 02:01
I love being able to ride my bike and spending all my time yearning for things that will never come I hope the cops come during our set so we can keep playing just to spite them All my expectations will be shattered when I walk into that building and the floor plan looks nothing like the one I made up in my head I've got a lot of habits I should probably kick like picking at the skin on my bottom lip and speeding when the cops are out on highway 6 I'm bound to get pulled over There's so many better things I could be doing with my time than wondering which shirt to wear that you might like Life doesn't have much to offer me and I don't have much to offer it and every time I look both ways before I cross the street I hope I missed something
3.
Shingles 02:49
The distant sirens are drowned by the rain and thunder. The eye of the storm surrounds me as my car shakes And so do I. Shingles detached from their roofs hang in the air. The wind carries what is torn and the distant sirens that are drowned by the rain. Will I remain calm, breathing, alive and awake when the water pools at my feet on the floor and surrounds me as my car shakes? This is the tornado warning that will drive me insane as I drive during the darkened day towards the distant sirens that are drowned by the rain which surrounds me as my car shakes When the lightening strikes my car will I stay grounded or die? Will I take the form of the distant sirens, drowned by the rain? If you would just call me I would know you were safe under your basement stairs. I wish for warmth to surround me but my body shakes. Will my headlights hit the pavement or fall right off the earth?
4.
I'm spilling my guts to you I'm letting my blood flow I'm digging my grave into places I don't know I'm a weak link and a lost cause It's a long shot and I'm long gone Spill your guts I'm growing my hair again It's sneaking up on me I don't really mean to be It's just happening I'm scared of every person here So I'm drowning alone I'm waiting for anything but I'm not ready to go
5.
I'm too tired to tell the difference between your floor and my bed Either way I am rolling off the edge I'm too tired to hear you talking still to me It's 2 am you're in my head and I'm still at your knees Water weighing me down No one will ever know me again as I am now There is sweat building on my palms The ocean in my veins is spilling I'm sinking I'm too tired to tell the difference between your floor and my bed Either way I am rolling off the edge I'm too tired to hear you talking still to me It's 3 am you're in my head and I'm still at your knees There are knives poking through my spine Voices in my head are screaming, "This is real" There is blood rushing from my head The consciousness I feel is leaving I'm sinking I'm too tired to tell the difference between your floor and my bed Either way I am rolling off the edge I'm too tired to hear you talking still to me It's 4 am you're in my head and I'm still at your knees I'm too stoned to tell the difference between your tongue and my neck Either way I am rolling off the edge I'm too tired to hear you talking still to me It's 5 am you're in my head and I'm still at your
6.
Echo Chamber 03:17
When the film ended I got up and left You rewinded the tape and started over again The grey TV static between us is getting loud Fast forward until I'm forgotten about So caught up in your head Thinking everything you feel is reaching everyone But it's echoing back instead In the echo chamber your thoughts become a numb static buzz When the song ended I got out and left You changed the station to start over again The radio static between us is getting loud I'm an AM signal from a distant town Stop waiting for me to come back
7.
It was all too familiar when you parked your car on the side of my street The night before I left town for at least a week You stood outside as you looked in through my second-story window The light was on as I changed my clothes It wasn't weird though We stayed out late and you told me what your biggest fear is We stayed out late and we talked about conspiracy theories In a minute we were in the next town over sitting at a red light And you played your music loud, we were the only ones around You paid for me in the drive-thru as if you had the money You said, "Am I the person that I think I am? Or I hope to be?"
8.
Jeff 03:08
Yesterday's illusions fill his mind He thinks about the past to pass the time Wandering nowhere, only wishing to be By the sea Clouds, they disappear into the wind Like all things, they must begin and end Images reflected by the ocean's clouds Hear the blind man as he shouts aloud Try to understand, take him by the hand Let him go While visiting the sea, he's searching for the love he's without Learning through his life that love hurts He realizes that it's not what it really appears To be worth The blind man looks to see what he can view Visions of tomorrow, thoughts of love, dreams of you It doesn't matter if he can ever hope to see with his eyes He lives today but tonight he dies
9.
A grand perspective unseen For you to understand I'm no good with words or themes I shake that first hand A patchwork of little lines And boxes cut the earth Visible as the crow flies Away from how things are Can you find someone who can find someone else in you A place in your mind or something new Can you find a new kind of feeling than you know Leaving those dark places behind to start to grow Like a sea above the clouds Fog obscures the end Rolling hills shake through you to help you find your head A patchwork of little lines And boxes cut the earth Visible as the crow flies Away from how things are
10.
What about those pictures we took At the photobooth at the mall? Did you take a lighter to them Or are they still pinned to your wall? I hope that when you take them down It takes the paint off with them too So if you ever want to move from your apartment You'll have to repaint your entire room Then every time you see that shade You'll be forced to think of me and how Maybe you'd be better off right now If you would have just let things be Let it be Here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be My heart is the only place in my body that you'll never see Well you can key my car if you want to I know you want to And you can slash my tires, you want to I know you want to What about those talks we had Late at night through our cell phones? Do you still listen to my voicemails Or were you never that alone? If we would have met at a different time If the clocks were faster or a few hours behind We wouldn't be here clutching our chests With blood between every breath

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released September 9, 2017

All songs written and recorded by Mari Crisler, Levi Hagen, Reed Tiwald and Nick Ulrich.

Lyrics by Mari Crisler and Levi Hagen. Lyrics on track 8 by Jeff Gossin. Lyrics on track 10 by Mari Crisler after Kristina Haynes and extrasad.

Additional vocals by Brandon Schnitker, Jay Hansen, Elly Blobaum and Logan Bush, Griffin Bush and Austin Engler of Kill Vargas.

Produced, recorded, and mixed by Jeremy Wurst of Coyote Face Records at Flat Black Studios and the Garage.

Mastered by Don Gunn at The Office, Seattle, WA.

Special thanks to our parents and family, Sam Crisler, Jon Herroon, Jeremy Wurst, Roger Wurst, Matt Mejstrik, Cody Fenske, We’re Trying Records, Super Ghost, Uh Oh, Hear Nebraska, Lucy’s Pub and all of you other friends who helped make this possible. Where would we be without you?

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