Тексты песен «Latterman»

license, registration. phil ain't got none. i can't stop thinking what these fields and shores looked like before we all had to drive. highways mark like a scar. concrete cuts like a knife. it could happen tomorrow...

i look at the cover and it seems this is the way we're supposed to be buying into some glossed over frame-work of humanity. we need to follow our hearts and dreams. not letting our lives be simply conditioned by...

we've been within worn out frameworks for sometime with the literal chance it will all come crashing down so i hope to echo the statements. i hope that we'll be searchers pursuing solution but i hope i have the context...

we'll rest our heads on strong shoulders again. to form new mindsets to bring us through. give up. regain. move again so we'll still sustain and build until the end. with our hearts synced to tempos we set for each...

Get me home again. start to search for a good friend. you know and i know there will be those ups and downs no matter where we go. with my sight and mind blurred within those miles. i'll get home again feeling lost and...

stumbling on the words again. trying to make it all sound positive. but 40 miles heading south with the radio preaching to me i shouldn't be happy with me. well fuck you is all i have to say because self-doubt can still...

stumbling on the words again. trying to make it all sound positive. but 40 miles heading south with the radio preaching to me i shouldn't be happy with me. well fuck you is all i have to say because self-doubt can still...

do you have the time? because I have somewhere I need to be. at least I hope because these walls are falling in around me. how do we reply to the homophobic scrawls on those bathroom walls? our fears and insecurities...

yeah let's say what needs to be said. let's let our feelings out and let's find a way to get past these fears and let's scream and shout. say what, say what i just figured out you won't mean so much to me i tried to...

it's cold outside on the porch. in the silence of the snow. my lone voice asks way too loud, "where did everybody go?" i remember when this place felt like home. i didn't worry about singing these songs alone...

Fuzzy voice over the telephone. you know how much i miss you so. i only got 3 more days to get out of this town so i'm coming to see you soon. i never let those moments go. they're here with me as i stumble and fall. if...

fuzzy voice over the telephone. you know how much i miss you so. i only got 3 more days to get out of this town so i'm coming to see you soon. i never let those moments go. they're here with me as i stumble and fall. if...

and so i'm going over it all once again and looking at how i feel today. and i'm ok. the mirror says don't feel down anymore. and so i see i just can't dig that hole i dug back then or i'll fall back in. so it's clear...

lose ourselves in the fire we have lit. we'll cross our legs and keep on moving. yeah we'll keep on moving even though there is no easy answer to where we want to be. pack me up in your mind wherever you go. where to...

May your music break my ear drums. and your pavement scrape my knees. and the next time i get up and try leaving town shoot my fucking plane to the ground. i saw new things in the same old town that year after i decided...

let's yell if we see it in ourselves. the passion to do something more than live inside our culture's fucking walls. now i don't have the answers of what a perfect world should be. but we'll start to find the answers...

i heard you're going off the edge in a more than literal sense. your expressions of frustration don't seem to be reminding you that life doesn't end when we pass thirty years of age. so listen to what you feel inside to...

there are reasons to talk about it. this patriarchy we live in (i see it everyday). who's in the front row finger pointing? is the gender ratio in bands disappointing? the female struggle inspires me. inspires me to...

the reason that i do this is not for money or fame. it's so we can create something more meaningful than the mainstream. but there's so much more i can do than complain about my life. so i'll get up from my chair and...

you can't do rock and roll wrong. now that's my fucking way to think. and passion doesn't just come from a simple 3 chord pop punk progression. so stand up and take a look and you'll find yourself in a sea of amazing...