Whatever, Go Away

by Pretty Wounds

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Recorded on Valentines Day at Howl Street Recordings.

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released 16 February 2012

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Track Name: The Purist
I won't go away
No matter what they say

On the stage where I see you
Sipping on hypocrisy
Grasping for straws that were never there
All the teeny boppers, the abstainers
Waiting on every word
What will you say when they find out?
You know they're gonna find out

I won’t go away
No matter they say

In the bedroom where you wait
Validation never comes or goes away
But you've got your contacts, got your phone numbers
You've got your message
And it's empty as the page you wrote it on.

I won't go away
No matter what they say

Don't want me writing this
Don't want them to know
But I know what you're thinking.
Before every show
Track Name: Wrecks
And you can feel them
You can color them
We can go down
Into the city
Across the river
On the highway
Don't pay attention to the wrecks the wrecks

A failure to act, to dilute
The corpse of a brother
The loss of another
This is how we deal in the slums of our choice

And you can feel them
You can color them
We can go down
Into the city
Across the river
On the highway
Don't pay attention to them

And we go
Where they won't follow
Under bridges and in dead trains
Empty bottles and bullet holes are ours tonight

And I wonder if it's enough
To get so drunk that we sleep it off
You can pretend they aren't real
But the figures are there when you wake

And you can feel them
You can color them
We can go down
Into the city
Across the river
On the highway
Don't pay attention to them

And we go
Where they won't follow
Under bridges and in dead trains
Empty bottles and bullet holes are ours tonight
Track Name: Sloth
You can see them coming
You can hear them breathing
Wait for them to take you home
Then you're gonna wait for something

And I can't wait for that
I feel stupid, tired and sick
It's a minor, boring fight
It's such a major plight

Yeah
I'm tired and sick
Yeah
I'm tired and sick

Oh and you can lay in bed
Television, television
Dead eyes locked on radio waves
Whatever, go away

And I can't wait for that
I feel stupid, tired and sick
It's a minor, boring fight
It's such a major plight

Yeah
I'm tired and sick
Yeah
I'm tired and sick

Whatever, go away
Track Name: Temper Temper
It's a clean break, wrapped in loose ends
And a calm wave, that covers us new again

What's the problem, when you're out of new friends?
I can feel these verses burrowing deep under my skin

Temper, temper
Don't you lose it on me again

Yeah we grow old and we move out
From the same homes and from the same towns

Temper, temper
Don't you lose it on me again

Line by line, there's a hole that bums me out
Verse by verse, yeah it feels just like a drought

What's gone is goodbye

Temper, temper
Don't you lose it on me again
Track Name: Such a Shame
Drink yourself so that you can feel awake
Oh my dear it's such a pain and such a shame
Please won't you just let me fall asleep
So i can dream
Oh yeah and what the hell is wrong with me?

It's not right and it's not fair
It's only your cross to bear
Sarcasm wrapped in metaphors
Either way you'll call me a whore

Whatever you want must be yours

Oh so righteous you get up on the stand
Making sure everyone knows you're a man
God forbid if you ever did anything wrong
Burying your convictions in the lyrics of a song

It's not right and it's not fair
It's only your cross to bear
Sarcasm wrapped in metaphors
Either way you'll call me a whore

Whatever you want must be yours
Track Name: Teenage Thirty Somethings
IV drips of kerosene
So bored of all the cell phone queens
I'll drive and you can fall away
I’ll never fail to watch you pay to play

And then we go out
Oh my, oh no
Working broke-ass jobs
Teenage thirty somethings

Then self-loathing came
Like a spit of novocaine
Nothing stops to entertain you
Because everything just feels so brand new

And then we go out
Oh my, oh no
Working broke-ass jobs
Teenage thirty somethings

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