Tyler Littlejohn:
Stayed In, Made Plans”
I love the way that you make me think
I love the way you’re always in between
Wanting to change and wanting to change me
If I had to put a wager down
On either of us coming around
I’d speak whatever language
You demand that I speak
If you became a recluse I would hide under your bed
Just to watch your feet move around the room
I know buried underneath us are 100 million men
Who’d kill to feel like I now feel for you
I love the way you don’t compromise
I’ve never been one for wrong or right
I love conceding that you’ve convinced me
Never one to put the gavel down
If you don’t like the way that it sounds
I’ll speak whatever verdict you demand that I speak
If you became a recluse I would hide under your bed
Just to watch your feet move around the room
I know buried underneath us are 100 million men
Who’d kill to feel like I now feel for you
If you became a recluse I would hide under your bed
Just to watch your feet move around the room
I know buried underneath us are 100 million men
Who’d kill to feel like I now feel for you

“Sad Boi Summer”
Waking up
All alone
Has its perks
Cuz no one knows
Where you’ve been
Or where you’ll go
And no one’s there
To tell you no
If it’s my opinion it’s a matter of fact
That’s how I’ve been living ever since you left
Here we are
This old thing
Another’s touch
To stay awake
I’m begging her
I swear I’ll change
Knowing that’s it’s always gonna end the same way
If it’s my opinion it’s a matter of fact
That’s how I’ve been living ever since you left
Ever since you left
Ever since you left
Ever since you left
Well
This is where it stops being friendly
Crawled your way back into my head
Smoking with your best friend Jenny
She tells me you’re in love again
Let’s go!
I don’t even know if it’s rational
I don’t even care
Light, it makes its way through the cracks
I’ll make it out
But this is where it stops being friendly
Crawled your way back into my head
Smoking with your best friend Jenny
She tells me you’re in love again
 
“Sir, This is a Wendy’s”
She wants to write the next great American novel
I just wanna make it to tomorrow
She wants to write the next great American novel
I just wanna make it to tomorrow
I don’t feel like anything
I don’t feel like anything
I don’t feel like anything
I don’t feel like anything

“Paper Bag”
I left my heart in your old apartment
I left my mind in your glove compartment
Investing so much time in all these mazes that we navigate
Break an empty bottle against the wall and scream your ex’s name
Slowly counting backward in the backyard of a stranger’s place
It’s easier to blame it on you
I swear if you don’t call me now
I’ll throw myself out
Off the roof of your house
You’ll be scraping me off the ground
Investing so much time in all these mazes that we navigate
Break an empty bottle against the wall and scream your ex’s name
Slowly counting backward in the backyard of a stranger’s place
It’s easier to blame it on you
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
So it’s easier to blame it on you
On you
On you
It’s easier to blame it on you
It’s easier to blame it
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Breathing in and out into a paper bag
Blame it on you
On you
On you
It’s easier to blame it on you
On you
On you
Well don’t you fuckin blame it on me
 
“Athlete”
It boils down to timing
It makes us who we are
Do those silver linings
Heal your heart?
You always pulled your hair back
Like you were some athlete
You never really knew quite
What to do with me
Eyes glued
To movie screens
Trying to glean some meaning
A bedroom
With magazines
Vodka and tarot readings
You just think that everybody’s wrong
You want these things to happen
A front row seat has its consequences
You ask me what’s the difference
You’re boring now
Best friends
At the barricades
Fighting for deeper meaning
You showed up
Then walked away
Cuz you didn’t see their reasoning
You just think that everybody’s wrong
You want these things to happen
A front row seat has its consequences
You ask me what’s the difference
You’re boring now
You just think that everybody’s wrong
It boils down to timing
It makes us who we are
Do those silver linings
Heal your heart?
You always pulled your hair back
Like you were some athlete
You never really knew quite
What to do with me

“Cheetahs”
Tired of blaming the weather
For the way that you feel when you’re awake
Don’t you wanna get better?
Does it feel like a wreckage you can’t save?
Do you still have the poster on your wall
With the cheetahs and inspirational quotes?
I used to hate them
But days like this you just need reminding
You’re gonna be okay
You’re gonna find everything you need
Inside of your own head
Yeah you’ll get it
Yeah you’re gonna figure it out
Tired of blaming my father
For all the advice he never gave
I don’t mean to be bitter
I just want to be proud of my last time
I still have the poster on my wall
With Shaquille o’ neal and a basketball
I know it’s childish
But days like this I just need reminding
I’m gonna be okay
I’m gonna find everything I need
Inside of my own head
Yeah I’ll get it
Yeah I’m gonna figure it out
We’re gonna be okay
We’re gonna find everything we need
Inside of our own heads
Yeah we’ll get it
Yeah we’re gonna figure it out
I know this is how it’s supposed to be
Only for a moment
It’s a long road
Deeper than the end of the sea
Only for a moment
Cuz I know
This is how it’s supposed to be
You only need a moment