Boys Weekend

by #boifreindz

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1.
Be Honest 05:40
it's not the cold that's making me shake it's the stars and the moon and the sun all the feelings you awake if the best thing that i ever did to you was pretend to be happy then someone's not telling you the truth be honest you're not in this for what i think make promises once there's nothing left to drink i didn't know anything about love, except what i was told but maybe someday soon you'll come back when it's not so cold i didn't think you'd run away, i never heard you cry oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why didn't you realize that things never get better, no matter how they seem the television tells you go be happy while we scream the first words that i ever said to you were an admission of feelings that i couldn't see through the worst thing that ever happened to me was on the 22nd day of the first month in 1990 be honest you're not in this for what i think make promises once there's nothing left to drink it's you and me, it's always been
2.
you're just a construct and i'm a construction site just chisel away at me the rocks that you collect out of spite oh, i am finally free it's taken this long just to figure out how to not be deceived i'm shaking how long must we sit out here i swear we'll freeze you say you don't remember anything, you say you don't belong here i maintain that's false like the winter the snowbanks it won't be long dear before i melt by your hair golden soaked in the sunrise, the bottled blue skies alive, upward we stare at the stars that we can't count or see the bed creaks listen, it's not what it looks like or what it seems a whisper from your lips could destroy everything maybe you changed your mind, maybe i didn't see the worries you kept to yourself so impossibly
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Until now, it's all been a shit-show, a clusterfuck of bonfires and bad dreams, just so many chattering teeth on the mouth of a hometown horizon; forty car pileup, dead center on the television of heaven. Only yesterday were we living under a borrowed sky, cigarettes behind the moon, our fingertips deep in the frozen soil. And I don't dream because my hands are cold, but because they were once warm. And I don't think it's the first time this city has let me down, but it's the last time I'll let it. So Jesus Christ, pass me a beer and make it heavy because I'm pretty sure it's all dead fireworks and downward spiral from here on out. Mondays starting with the sight of distruction We blame the media, and family function metaphorically my plates keep shiftin in reality my thoughts keep driftin All the children think its guranteed they know that life is like the image on the tv pushin, tiny machines, dreamin tiny dreams the world is cold and its flowin through my blue veins They're closing in and it's the blood they're after I try to hide but the teeth move faster so many sights dead set on the target what have we started its so highly regarded with all the Stains in my jeans from my occupation all these bruises from my intoxication social escape is nestled tightly in my right hand I know I walked here now I can't stand. To crave a couch that is not my own stay in a house that is not my home learning now, that this is my reality It's what I need to feed this hunger for variety Don't think beyond your years I don't hear beyond my ears blinders down so that I can see that when I'm lost the cause is usually sobriety Breakin rules just to test your fate to paint a price is just a portrait of a false rate watch you conjure a reality fabrication of affection built on top of me New age detective and I'm creepin on your front page Slowly filling my emotional shortage on top of learning now that artificial is reality "actually" the interjection leaking out of me I'm on a couch that is not my own I'm in a house that is not my home learning now, that this is my reality It's what I need to feed my hunger for variety don't think beyond your years I don't hear beyond my ears blinders down so that I can see that when im lost the cause is usually sobriety

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released April 12, 2013

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#boifreindz is,
Andrew Benda, guitar
Jake Carlson, bass
Dillon Geshel, drums
Steven Holmes, guitar & vocals

all songs written & performed by #boifreindz with help from,
Lindsay Groeneveld, bass
Matt Langlais, vocals
Travis Paquin, vocals
August Smith, trombone & spoken word

mastered by Eben Mannes

photo by Amber Voght
lettering by Marie Orttenburger

thanks to Kevin Niemela, Threads, Pioneer Parade, #girlfreindz, HJBA house, #yolo, Photo 1 and everyone who has ever #boosted with us

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