January​-​May 2014

by Amy Bruce Spaceshow

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These are some of the songs I've written this year so far.
Some of them may be on the split I'm doing with Garrett Walters, some of them may not.
I mainly recorded this so I'd have something to tour with this summer.

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released 13 May 2014

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Track Name: Small Talk
I'm alone again and who would have thought that I am still the kid everyone left and forgot? But at least my bed is comfortable so I guess that I am too. I'll wrap myself up in blankets and in thoughts made of you. And things could get so much better and so much worse. And I guess I'll see which one comes first. But for now I only know it hurts. Please don't look at me like that, like you know me as a fact. Because I am more than the kid who just sits in the back. Whose voice is never heard; who never speaks a word. Because I am more than the fact that I'm so insecure. You don't know me at all. You're a friend that never calls making small talk so small. We're not different, just tall. If there's one thing I've learned in the books I have read, if there's something left to say than it's better left unsaid.
Track Name: Life Expectancies
My dad's 60 with a life expectancy of 80. And he probably has less time left than that. Because hearts can't beat forever. That's what keeps this world together. Universally, impermanence is fact. Because even stars will die sometime both in magazines and past cloudy skies. And even though I'm going to die I'm still so glad that I'm alive because you can't have hellos without goodbyes. My dog's 10 with a life expectancy of 11. And she isn't sure what's yet to come. And pretty soon she's going to leave. It's too late to help and too soon to grieve. And it's sad to know what we'll all soon become. But an amount of life to live has some amount of love to give. And I'm afraid that I keep wasting it. I'm wasting it.
Track Name: Predispositions
Don't call it a sickness. Don't call it a curse. My heart may be broken but I know it works and who are you to tell me what it beats for? There's a disease that you keep reinventing. I won't respect you when you can't accept me or the problems that you conveniently ignore. Because I'm a human being. I am not a condition. Fuck you and fuck all your predispositions.I'll sing this loud until I lose my voice. It's a matter of fact not a matter of choice. It's a fact of life not a matter of choice.
Track Name: Fight or Flight
Let me play the piano so you can sing the words that you know. Please forget the words that they wrote. They had it all wrong. Let me watch as your hair grows even if it's for a second or so, then I'll run to the bathroom and then go and then I'll be gone. But you said that I need to write down reasons I care it's raining in this town. "The wet concrete that became the ground will miss you." It's too late at night or too early in the day. I'm in fight or flight from everything that had decided to stay. My anxieties have anxieties. But I'm just one of some sort of society avoiding sobriety, I'm just a consumer and an addict and an unfortunately appreciated gesture. I'm alone all the time because I don't know how to say goodbye. Who what where how and why: am I when I'm alone all the time?
Track Name: Heartache
I miss too many people that probably don't know my name anymore. I've spent too much time on day dreams made up of anything before. But is growing up forgetting what it feels like to be young? Because I've found nothing is as comforting as those lullabies you sung. The ones you didn't mean to sing; never meant to mean anything to me. But I forgot how to fall asleep when I forgot the sound of your voice when you hum. Is this a heart disease or is this just growing up? I don't think I am tough enough for this. Is this just what it seems? Another case of bad luck or something else I fucked up. Everyone that I miss serves as proof that my heart still exists. Because we're growing up and we're growing apart and the space in my chest that is meant for a heart feels empty but whole. I guess time took its toll. How can hearts be satisfied by what they can't control?
Track Name: Indifference
If I were just different my shadow wouldn't have the same stories to tell. I'm not saying I didn't, but my legs can run fast when they're runninng through hell. Now I feel less indifferent. I feel less in the difference. If I were just different. I feel less in the difference.