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Candyland
03:47
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Let’s go!
Throwing up in the foyer, with no spaghetti.
Candyland’s got you again, but I think you're forgetting.
That everything you think of me, was conjured up in lucid dreams.
Coming down from sugar laced with uppity behavior.
Can we go back to the house,
There's things left to settle.
Leaving out the dirty heavy words,
I'm the pot and you're the kettle.
Listen up: there's hope for you, don't give that up.
Driving up the parkway north, crowded with a sorry sort.
I never came to terms with why you have to bring your friends.
Cause I know they hate me, they only smile when the gas is free,
But I guess that's alright, if they're joys I can't define.
Can we go back to the house,
There's things left to settle.
Leaving out the dirty heavy words,
I'm the pot and you're the kettle.
Listen up: there's hope for you, don't give that up.
You know I give 100% behind everything,
That's why it's so hard for me to watch you bleed.
You're like a first born, I'm so compelled but unprepared.
I doubt I'll learn though, if I turn my back on you now.
Let’s go!
Can we go back to the house,
There’s things left to settle.
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2. |
Better Weather
03:39
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She said "I love you,"
Not in spite of the shit you do, but because of it.
She said "I need you,"
To tell me everything that you need, because I'm becoming it.
I finally got my shit together,
And got out of the Midwest,
To a place with slightly better weather,
And in case you haven't guessed yet,
For the first time, in a long time, I feel like,
Like I finally deserve you, like I finally deserve myself.
I need it better,
Than an hourly dead-end job cause it's killing me.
I made friends, and songs, in a basement
And I found more of me, than I'd ever thought there'd be.
I finally got my shit together,
And got out of the Midwest,
To a place with slightly better weather,
And in case you haven't guessed yet,
For the first time, in a long time, I feel like,
Like I finally deserve you, like I finally deserve myself.
Stop being so goddamned scared of the pieces inside of you.
Stop running from your ghosts, they hold the things I love.
Stop being afraid of your greatness, it'll come it's own time,
I swear it will, I swear it will.
Stop being so goddamned scared of the pieces inside of you
Stop running from your ghost, it holds the things I love.
Stop being afraid of your greatness, it'll come it's own time,
I swear it will, I swear it will.
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3. |
Troll Toll
03:18
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You do all of those scenes like in the movies,
Where girls get everything they want.
In my days I've seen better acting,
From girls who know just what they've got.
Don't flaunt what you've been missing.
Cause you've been wanting attention in all the wrong places.
Don't tell who you've been kissing.
Cause truth spreads faster than lies spun in your web, widow maker.
Picked up your call last night with my girl by my side,
Just to hear what you had to say.
We had a laugh, it was a gas, hearing that you wanted to bone.
We hooked up on the couch and left you dripping on the phone.
Don't flaunt what you've been missing.
Cause you’re still wanting attention in all the wrong places.
Don't tell who you've been kissing.
Cause truth spreads faster than lies spun in your web, widow maker.
I cannot see what you hope to achieve.
I'm not someone who is so easily deceived.
You gotta get it through your head,
Take your time if you must,
But no more will you whisper nothingness.
My god, are you so fucked up,
In your quest for love,
That you'll settle for anyone's touch?
I know how it goes.
He’ll toss you to the wind,
Before he gets sucks in.
Is that the life you want to live?
Is that the life you want to live?
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4. |
The Forge
03:22
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Call me out for a date.
Call me out on my shit.
Never know what to expect but,
you keep it real to the very end.
So if I step out for the night to “clear my mind,”
Would you have me be my only company?
Strike me once, still not forged,
Toss me back in the furnace.
Take me out red hot,
Throw me back on the anvil.
I've lost my edge, you've got that magic touch.
I'm coming home, I'm getting honed.
Rip me apart til I bleed,
Then tell me that I'm gonna heal.
Please push me harder you can bring out all the best in me.
Nothing will come to you without its own cost.
Find absolute motivation, and you will never be lost.
Strike me once, still not forged,
Toss me back in the furnace.
Take me out red hot,
Throw me back on the anvil.
I've lost my edge, you've got that magic touch.
I'm coming home, I'm getting honed.
And between you and me, I'm gonna need some quenching.
I'm getting harder and stronger with your care.
Like no one else, you were always there.
I'm getting harder and stronger with your care.
I know you'll always be there.
I've got your back so don't be scared.
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5. |
Snerk Werk
03:48
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Have you ever jeopardized your whole life,
Just to score from those whom you despise?
And even though I never strayed too far,
From where we threw our stones,
I'm still so alone.
And I'm feeling so despised,
Out of breath, bated;
Baited, like when you slipped off the rest.
And I'm feeling so despised,
Cause you hate me.
There was never a disguise.
Yep, that's me,
Relying on what I preach,
Cause there's no one saving me.
So take it all, take it all from me.
So take it all, take it all from me.
Bringing back all the memories you left behind.
Your garbage man's already gone,
So I left them by the curbside.
And even though I know I got you,
I think you've got me too.
Thought I was fucking slick,
Trying to make the next move.
And I'm feeling so despised,
Out of breath, bated;
Baited, like when you slipped off the rest.
And I'm feeling so despised,
Cause you hate me.
There was never a disguise.
Yep, that's me,
Relying on what I preach,
Cause there's no one saving me.
With the weight of the world on my shoulders,
It's like you're trying to break me down.
And with the weight of the world on your shoulders,
It's like your problems belong to me, wrapped up in your gravity.
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6. |
Rue the Day
04:03
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You said you’re never coming back.
Don't you know those words have impact?
Don't throw me out your window, you know that I can't fly.
You took all that you tried to get,
Then you tossed me out like last night's cigarette.
You didn't even wait for my flame to burn out.
So we try and we fight to escape this fate,
Cause there's no love, in the garden state.
Filed in and found my place, in your delusional parade.
We needed more than just this space.
My words begin to instigate.
Ernest intentions well placed.
I tried to cull the beast (I tried)
Still I don't know why.
You took all that you tried to get,
Then you tossed me out like last night's cigarette.
You didn't even wait for my flame to burn out.
And I tried to defy and escape this fate,
But there's no love in the garden state.
So I split and found my own way,
In hopes that you would rue the day.
So act fast this train ain't stopping,
Until I reach to my destination.
And I kept you where my heart is.
Every beat knows how much you're missed.
But you said you’re never coming back.
Do you know that I can't escape my mind?
Do you know I lay awake at night?
Tossing and turning, can't find an ounce of sleep,
Vice after vice I know I payed the price.
But you're so ignorant to tear into my life,
Shred this home into pieces.
You never gave a fuck,
When selfishness had swallowed you whole.
Nobody else knows.
You have to see I was worthy.
Nobody else knows.
Am I to think I'm not worthy?
Step back and take a look at this.
Step back and look at this.
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