Demo

by Marietta

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3 song demo

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released February 17, 2012

~forever indebted~ to Eric for recording us.

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Marietta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

philly emo/punk
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Track Name: United Away
Sleep is getting the best of me.
I can't even bring myself to blink.

Why can't the cold be inside my tight knees?
(Don't look at my eyes because they see everything. And I know that you've got so much to hide from me.)

And I'm too scared to tell them, there's nothing left.
You're just a floating specter, inside my head.

There is dirt inside my palm from every unused drug. Caught me sleeping i'm just fucked up,
I'm here missing everyone.
Track Name: Waking Up Never Felt So Dizzy
Wake up, it's time for me to wake up
because my eyes can't take anymore of this and -

I am a waking hypocrite, I'm an illegitimate, every breath I breath is just a lie.
(I can't believe that the rocks in my old head are older than the closet in my room. It's getting tiresome.)

Don't look now, but your whole life's a painted picture.
Set in stone; an oil-based mixture.
(When I sleep at night.)

How can't I feel home sick when the only thing that makes this home are friends I've never known?
(When I sleep at night, my bed sheets drive me fucking crazy.
When I sleep at night, my eyes have never been this hazy.)

And now I've got this secret, But I won't ask you to keep it.

I'm letting the heat get to me, and now I'm getting sloppy.
I'm letting the heat get to me, and now I'm feeling dizzy.
(When I wake up, I miss everyone.)

Wake up, it's time for me to wake up,
because my life's not getting better dreaming.
(I miss everyone when I wake up.)
Track Name: God Bless Eric Taylor
We slept in the mouth of old friends,
and I'm happy living like river kids.
We'll be here in our tomby sleep,
going back to the place we left our feet.

Could you get some matches?
I'll probably burn them, because I can't drive,
and I need something to pass the time.

I don't need any more.

I'm waking up all bleary eyed, and I am wondering where I should lie.
Because this couch is making my head feel sore, watching my best friend vomit through the door.
Rinsing his mouth out in the sink telling me this is the last time we drink.
Let's just pass out and forget our bodies could use the rest.

Come with me, I promise the water is fine. I need something else to convince me I won't die.