Tonight Alive - The Other Side.rar

While you were asleepPulled my hood to block the light from the TVTurned the volume up to distract me from constant noisesLeaking under the apartment doorIt doesn't helpI get up and I crawl out and don't hear moreMake a barricade of full trash bags and empty boxesPerched behind them, closely watchingWhile you were asleepOn the couch, watching a movie, smoking weedRummaging through the utensils in the kitchen counter,In the drainer, which one's sharper.When the light creeps inloosen my grip and crawl back into my bed.Your alarm is set to go off in a half an hour.Eyes closed. Fake snore. None the wiser.Victoria made me happyNow I can only be scaredAnd people tell me that time can fix the wound.But that's crap.'Cause she's not coming backAnd life's unfair.I'm always anxious and worried.I'm always freaked out and scared.And people tell me that time can fix the wound.But that's crap.Vicki's not coming back.And I scream, "Why did I get left behind?"I know it's an exaggerationto say I would rather die thanshare this place with people capableof inspiring such fear and hopelessnessthat I'm frozen in my bed...but that sums it up.Teenage halloweenHot safety pins in nozzles of shaving creamSpend the evening spraying cars, toilet papering housesWhat's the harm in smashing pumpkins?Decades on, with kidsAnd I don't let them go out past dark.I sit on the front porch with a shotgunWhile they're upstairs sleeping.Total darkness.Love. Protection.Dishes (Pulp Cover)wrong lyrics by jeff rosenstockI am not Jesus though I have the same initials -I am the man who stays home and does the dishes. & how was your day? Is that woman still trying to do your head in? A man told me to beware of 33. He said, "It was not an easy time for me" but I'll get through even thoughI've got no miracles to show you.I'd like to make this water wine but it's impossible. I've got to get these dishes dry. I'll read a story if it helps you sleep at night. I've got some matches if you ever need a light. Oh I am just a man but I am doing what I can to help you. And I'm not worried that I will never touch the stars'cause stars belong up in heaven And the earth is where we are. Oh yeah. And I feel happy just to be alive.And that seems possible.You've got no Cross to bear tonight. AhNo not tonight, Ah.No not tonight, Ah.I am not Jesus though I have the same initials.The Trash The Trash The TrashWorried about the rodents and maggots in the trashSo I won't empty the trash.So I won't empty the trash.Worried about the moldy dishesAnd spiders in the drainSo I won't do no dishes todayAnd I won't eat no dinner todayAnd I won't write no letters today.Freaked out by the roachesAnd I don't like to spray them 'Cause I don't like to spray themI just stay out of the kitchen.It's not bad.It's not like somebody died.In five years, it'll be out of your mindBut I can't seem to feel alive today.You're standing on the side of the road.I'm circlin' the block.Killin' time.I feel like I'm lost and alone.Circlin' the block kills time.I won't empty the trash, the trash, the trash.It's not bad.It's not like somebody died.We're all sad but we're probably fineEven if we just don't feel alright today.You're standing on the side of the road.I'm circlin' the block.Killin' time.You're waiting and I turned off my phone.Circlin' the block kills time.I won't empty the trash, the trash, the trash.Snow ChargesThere's a patch shimmering under the skyOn the south corner of Bushwick, on the residential sideAnd I'm afraid I'll slip.Most days when it's cloudy and all nights I stay insideBut it's 2:30 on New Years' Day and outside it's looking brightAnd I could use some chips and a bottle of sodaFor my quest to rescue Zelda.Trying to be brave, I touched the puddle to my tongueAnd within a millisecond the bottom of my face went numbAnd no one on the street knew anything was wrong.So I tried to wave my arms to find that they were frozen tooAnd I tried to run away, my legs felt like they were stuck in clueAnd I started to hear a storm.Through my ears poured freezing rainAnd it froze my freezing brain.A handful of neighbors gathered underneath the awningof the laundromat 200 feet from the front door of my buildingAnd it smacked my like a pinballAnd it crushed me like a wrecking ballI was swallowed by a cold duvetAnd the kids are gonna have a snow day.I couldn't bear to find out how the story was gonna endSo I closed my eyes and went to sleep and no one found me dead'Cause everybody stayed inside 'til March.And a patch of flowers grew out of the concrete where I liedSome boy picked a dandelion to give to a girl he likedAnd she gave him a kiss that warmed his lonely heart.Now they hold each other tightAnd stay in on winter nights.80's Through the 50'sMiles away and I can't seem to shake the smell of your car in 2003: beach air, bad tunes, stale smoke and junk food.Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away. Staying the same just makes everything change.I'm plowing right through friends I don't talk to. Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view. 80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you and I'll count down the days just like I count down before I go away. I'm owning up to not being there for you.Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view. 80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you when you see me sliding out of view. It got chilly this Saturday and with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like "Oh no, I'm tot