The First Time I Got Fucked Up Was to the Party Song by Blink 182
Merchant Ships | The first time i got fucked up was to the party song by blink 182
Sorries don’t fix our mistakes, they’re just words I need to say and just words you need to hear ; more like words you need to hear: sorry that I left that month, sorry that I couldn’t talk when you called and needed me, sorry that I broke your heart. We have to fix this or else I won’t be able to let go.Let’s run away? We’ll pretend this was all a bad dream, one where we’ll wake up and be just the same as the first day we said “I love you. I will never go away”. Because you left me too, don’t forget that, left me when I thought it was okay again. How wrong I was, my white flag’s in the wind. I need you, and you need me, let’s be friends and say sorry? Two years is too long to just throw away; us together is for the better I promise.I fucking promise.
Long Term Relationships Were Only Cool When Divorce Wasn't
“Long Term Relationships Were Only Cool When Divorce Wasn’t” - Merchant Ships
What’s the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the judge’s voice is cold and clear, “no more family”
Buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, it’s just a place I visit because “it’ll do me good”. When I grow up, I will thank you and Dad for this, but I won’t pretend I forgive you when you say “sorry, kids”
What’s the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the voice of Death is cold and clear, “no more family”
We’ll be buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, the eulogy suggests that we once said “we could.” Life is not about us, for you and Dad at least, so don’t expect forgiveness when you say “we’re sorry”
We stand on our own, looking for a place to call our home
it’s your birthday, 1-2-3-4, surprise! step through the door, you’ll be alright, all of your friends are there to wish you a goodnight, a goodbye, a “thanks for the good times.” or maybe that’s just me? i’ve been chasing shadows since we left chicago, every dead end says the same fucking thing: never look back, but i’m not for advice i don’t understand, so i’ll play ignorant until you miss me again.
Merchant Ships - Coffee, hot showers, and hangover jams
Don’t lock the doors, dad might come home and we could be a family. We could pretend the last four years didn't happen, that we’re happy. There’s just bullshit we must accept. Nothing stays the same, we’re on our own, we have to leave at fucking eighteen, we have to escape; remember good times or else drown and forget that we once were kids. We don’t know what’s ahead, (but) it must be better than. Hey if we get out then what comes next? I’m not you I cannot leave the kids, someone has to save their innocence. I wouldn't wish this shit on anyone but you. Fuck, it’s because of you that I’m this way, it’s your fault I say the same things, it’s your fault I don’t know god, it’s your fault that dad’s not home. Why can’t we just lock the doors? They’re your kids you owe them a life, don’t fuck theirs like you did mine.
| Artist: Merchant Ships | Album: Shipsography | Song: Old Grey | Lyrics:
We are about to set our sails for the new lands, where we only know what we bring,
Where we can breathe without harm; we escaped the smoke, and no we will not forgive you.
Don’t expect to get our phone calls, we heard you enough already.
Please don’t think we’ll forget you, but don’t think that we’ll miss you;
In time you will just be a ghost, one that we don’t even know. In time, you will just be nothing.
We will look back at the fire and remember what it was, realizing why we’re leaving and rebuilding “providence”,
I love you, I loved you never, remember the times we can’t have back, but fuck the past;
Soon we’ll be alright; we’ve made plans to hold up our heads high. |
Old Grey - Merchant Ships These damn midwest/east coast bands are too good for their age. It’s impressive and confusing. I have been and will be spinnin’ Merchant Ships, Midwest Pen Pals, Old Gray and Park Jefferson all weekend (with a side of their DOZEN other affiliated emo bands.. and Big Kids).
thanks for the last two years I couldn’t have asked for better time. My only regret is that it had to end, tears in my eyes, tears in my mouth. I’ve cried more than a man should, but I think that it’s okay, forever’s not something that we will ever have.
drinkin’ music is better than sober music unless no one else is doing it by merchant ships from shipsography.
“we’re best friends we’re not friends we’re torn by inhibitions
… i said that i’m sorry nothing is different i’m still the same
… i’ll do what i want as long as i can
i am the king i am the man