True Blue

by Brigades

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released July 27, 2018

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Track Name: Turmoil
I'm homeward bound, but what's the true meaning of home anyways. We're still out of our minds, we're still uptight, manic & falling behind.

Your tongue loves tearing me apart. It's a loaded gun, I knew it from the start. So drop shells and empty out the chamber. Make sure it's in one ear and out the other.

Burns me to think on this infernal malady.

It's poor soil that's built up this turmoil. But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm.

Such recoil from all of this turmoil. But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm.

Sometimes we cling to things that make us bleed. We'd rather take the heat, than face unknown peace. Acceptance of what is, the hindrance of your French kiss, that makes up for the way we speak, it makes up for everything.

As civic as it plays, we're renegade blue jays, an unrelenting phase.
The love that we've made, the turn of your fan blade.
It makes up for everything.
Track Name: Buffy
Where does the time go, where does the time go?
It always tries to bring me back to you. The Burg's filled with grime dope, but I'm healing fine though.
Shaken like a cracked kaleidoscope. Reaping what I've sewn. I've done it with eyes closed. Slay me til the last bit of life shows.

If hearts bleed True Blue, I'll always need somebody like you.
To scare out all my ghosts, I could say the same for you.
From the darkness that I'm living in, to the harness you've been breaking in.
The closest thing to giving in, to the mark that's under your chin.

While I'm suffering. I've been suffering. I'm still suffering. Skin is toughening.

Where does the mind go? Blown right out the window. If only I could read this back to you.
Drain out the Olde Crow, with colors of Indigo. For sure, I bit off more than I can chew.

If hearts bleed True Blue, I'll always need somebody like you.
I could say the same for you.
I could stay the same for you.
Track Name: China Doll
My limitations go as far the moon can shine, but the lighting is dying.
Never impatient when we're chasing the skylines, it's your soft thighs in your Calvin Klein's.
But the connotation doesn't lay on my chest right. I'm trying, I'm fighting, this hesitation that has hollowed my insides. I feel miles from alright.

It spews. You're the muse.

Tight lipped infirmary, I'm cynical.
I know it's tempting, but don't lie to me. No, don't lie to me, girl.
Looks like we've thrown away our principles. It looks tempting, so just lie to me. Yeah, just lie to me, girl.

I'll try to carry the weight. I wouldn't want it all to go and bury the face of a china doll.

It spews. You're the muse.

The sap in the sapphire. The barb in the barbed wire. Your worst describes me. I'll find ways to give up, but your name it stays stuck to what's left inside of me.
Track Name: Sucker
Thought you knew someone. Had it all figured out. What started out as fun, turned to rile in your mouth.
How'd you learn to make me feel so jealous? Overbearing & overzealous. Cause it's not in the books that you read, Or your obsession with listening to Coheed.
I'm a bad sport. That's for damn sure. Whatcha waitin for? Bebe Bonjour!

I'm such a sucker for anything, that you do, that you say, all the games that you play.
Fucked and flustered by anything, when you bloom, then you fade, everyday, everyday, oh.

Got a putrid taste of my own medicine. Sour, sweet, and laced. Pale in comparison. Indulge me with powdered lips, let the colors bleed a total eclipse.

I thought I had it figured out, once again, once again.
Your eyes cut cold like blizzard clouds, let em blend, let em blend.
I thought I had you figured out, once again, once again.
Your eyes cut cold like blizzards now, let em blend, let em blend.
Track Name: Calligraphy
...And I couldn't sleep from all your calligraphy. It's making me weak, every time I stop to see.
I have reconciled. You're all bold faced liars. Just the common collect, with no desire (woah). It's up to me.

You either get bitter or you get better. There's no silver lining in the goddamn header. Let's play revenge like a scene from Heathers. I have reconciled, with your drive for disaster. What a time to neglect, and to move on faster. (Whoah) It's up to me.

It feels impossible to keep it together when all of your friends have become fairweather.

...And I couldn't speak from all of your infamy. You were never discreet, never made time for empathy. I have reconciled with being tossed to the fire. Just a long term effect, but it keeps me inspired. (Woah). It's up to me.

It feels impossible to keep it together when all of your friends have become fairweather.
Track Name: Finish Your Chardonnay
I can't tell you all the times I've prayed for this to end.
We're out of time, no more to spend.

Finish your Chardonnay.
I am down, I am bleeding out.
It's taken all night to say,
You're someone I could live without.

I've got this thorn in my side, but here I am just along for the ride.
If you were to leave me high and dry, I'd give you reassurance that I'd be much obliged.
I can't keep thinking back on the times, singing Boys Don't Cry. The apartment where we both died, laughing to American Pie.

Finish Your Chardonnay.
I am down, I am bleeding out.
It's taken all night to say, you're someone I could live without.

You've been drinking on xans, trying to hold hands.
But let's call it, with lines in the sand. Have we not reasoned with this? Or are you filled with remiss?
I'm just the song that you sing in the shower, and you're just a tape that's been dragging for hours.
This doesn't mean forgetting your cheeks, pressed against mine as we touch and repeat, but there's no more living off covenants. In your twenties, nothing is permanent.

Finish your Chardonnay.
I am down, I am bleeding out.
It's taken all night to say, you're someone I could live without.
Finish Your Chardonnay.
On the ground, where I'm bleeding out. It's taken all year to say, you're someone I could live without.