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Songs About Starting Over

by Spectre Shores

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1.
Talk about starting over, never really get that far. Never have the guts to follow through, let’s start over some more.
2.
I’m too fucking busy for you, that’s what you told me, and maybe you’re right, but i just don’t have the time or the patience to be rusting out or collecting dust, but both of us can’t stand the thought of being alone. The steam from the shower, the clouded bathroom mirror, the bumps on your bare skin on winter mornings.
3.
When do you know how far is enough, and when do you show your true colors? ‘Cause my attention to detail’s grown soft, and my bedposts aren't leaving scars. April won’t you please let me in? I don’t know how long I’ve been knocking. But I ran away, my friends said it’s okay but I still feel like I’m leaving scars. I still feel like I’m leaving scars.
4.
I’ll look for you here, I know that you'd never get too far. An eye to the tide, and another to the shore. I’ll look for you here, I know that you’d never get too far, I’m stuck like a coat, piled under boxes and hoping for colder days. Is this too much to ask? Where would you like to go? Is this too much to ask? I suppose I’ll never know.
5.
Queen Song 02:17
So tell me how is the queen, and whatever did you mean, when you said you’d come back someday? And I watch a spider tangle up it’s web, right up inside my head, or in this run down apartment complex I call my home. And how about some better times? And how about the deconstructive lies, you made me tell myself? Did you even care at all? Well if it snows will you call this love, but if its rain will you call me at all? Where could we be in four years, or could we be strangers in one? And when all the street lights dim out, what will this all be about? The sun can only set so many times the way you want it to. And how about our better times?
6.
Sometimes, I believe that the biggest interruption to life is life itself, and that is a rather unfortunate thing. How often would I find myself underneath the sky, looking up into a great form of nothingness like I am today if I were to just forget about all the burdens and responsibilities that accompany my day-to-day life? I believe it would be substantial. Substantial in the literal sense – I believe I would do it constantly – but even more so, substantial in the sense that it would matter. There are more religions and cultures than can ever be counted based on the art of losing yourself in thought, just staring off into space and realizing that existing is more important than doing your day to day activities in so many instances. The more staring off into nothingness a person can do – if he or she can actually do it correctly – the more they can set themselves off into something greater. The possibilities are limitless, and that’s terrifying – terrifying and yet, still completely exhilarating. Yeah I’m alright, just go back inside. I’m just a ghost sometimes, baby. Yeah I’ll be fine, I’ll meet you back inside. I’m just a ghost sometimes, baby.
7.
So you cut off your hair, and you taught me to look twice, but I fell at my knees in an effort to try but it just won't suffice. And I lost sense of pride, you were easier to find. This felt right for so long but now I'm too tired and want to just hide. We broke up, I broke you. Sorry about that, I’m broke too. (So you cut off your hair, and you taught me to look twice. So you cut off your hair, you were easier to find.)
8.
I’m smiling I’ve been working some things out inside myself. It’s been better since you’ve been around. I’m dreaming again, and I’m sleeping in. I haven’t been waking up screaming In my head about the things I would like to change about myself. I left you on the side of the road, I circle around and pick you up again, you felt so comfortable and warm. I’ve been smiling, I’ve been, I’ve been smiling.
9.
Why the hell am I in my room? Collecting dust with the books I'll never read too soon. Already tried to crack the case, but now you’re written on my walls and it's written on my face. Facing problems, but tonight I guess I’ll stay in tact, with all the memories I still lack. I’ve lost it all, burned up the canvas inside the hall. Checked maps and posters, but nothings left, packed bags for bridges - was told what’s best. Someday I’d like to make up my own mind. Checked maps and posters, but nothings left, packed bags for bridges - was told what’s best. Someday I’d like to make up my damn mind.
10.
I’m rearranging old pictures, I’m taking the scissors to cut faces out. I’m glueing you in, in the back of my mind in the back of a line at CVS. And these things happen all the time, like when I’m riding the train back home out of the city, hung over and sleepy, empty stations, sunlight daze, they keep me up. And I’m not a ghost, it’s not like I don’t have some place to go, but sometimes, I just need to be alone. All these memories and dreams, they’re pulled from their bottles and smoke just fills me up. They’re haunting me, while I’m watching it rain, while I’m haunting you inside of a coffee shop. I’m trying my best to crawl out of my mind, there’s nothing but spider webs and empty spaces inside. They tangle up with my doubts, and all I’ve been living without. And the teapot’s getting cold, it’s okay because I’ve got nowhere to go. It’s a beautiful day to drown in the rain, and all the mistakes that I’ve made. (And we’re ghosts so deal with it, deal with it.)

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released April 21, 2015

AJ Pottle - Drums, Vocals
Dan Duquette - Guitar, Bass
Mikey Poitras - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Michelle Stoner - Vocals
Marky Connolly - Vocals on "Retired Hotties"

Recorded and Produced by Ian van Opijnen at Echoroom Recording
Mastered by Rich Rossi
Cover artwork by Justin Middleton

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