Sick Day - EP

by Magazine Beach

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03:02
2.
02:29
3.
02:01
4.
03:12

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released December 13, 2019

huuuuge thanks to John Brooks for recording/mixing these tracks

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Track Name: Trainwreck
thinking about you
been going to the beach without you
i want to be like your last boyfriend
a fucking train wreck in your head

do you wanna start over?
got the weight of your world on my shoulders
i want to be like your new girlfriend
another daydream painted red

in the backseat
we're going 90
to some ramones song
i never learned how to play
who wants to be okay?

you were the days and the nights in between
i was the holes i cut into my jeans
you were the winter, i was buried in the snow
but it's still too cold so the seeds won't grow

thinking about you
been waking up alone without you
i want to be like your cigarettes
on your lips and in your head

do you wanna sleepover?
i could cover my walls in your posters
i want to be like your old cassettes
only use me when your phone is dead

you're riding shotgun
in september sun
some old beach boys
to make you feel less young
you better start to run

you were the days and the nights in between
i was the holes i cut into my jeans
you were the winter, i was buried in the snow
but it's still too cold so the seeds won't grow
Track Name: Big Tobacco
that was the last time i ever saw your friends
finding parliaments in my backseat
we were talking bout daylight coming through windows
isn't that what love is made of?

i woke from a dream cause i knew you were listening
you thought i was sleeping but i'm not stupid
so i carved my name in the white of your eyes
like isn't that what love is made of?

living in the city sure gets lonely
when everyone you know is so damn busy
living by the ocean i wanna go surfing
i'd go to the beach but i'm tired of learning

i'm insincere, and everything is fine
i'm running out of ways to get my name onto your lips
i'm insincere, and empty streets are fine
i'm running out of windows to sneak out of when you're lonely
i'm insincere, and i don't think you're fine
cause two packs, they never made things any easier

living in the city sure gets lonely
when everyone you know is so damn busy
living by the ocean i wanna go surfing
i'd go to the beach but i'm tired of learning
Track Name: Flakey Dude
it was after work you said
just call me later
but you were planning to
just blow me off again

you said you were ready to hang tonight
now i'm stuck here waiting
you told me you were gonna pick me up at 8
now you're saying that we're gonna be late

just like i'm wasted all the time
you only waste time when it's mine
i think i'm gonna have to call it quits
this fucking dude is full of shit

you said you were ready to hang tonight
now i'm stuck here waiting
you told me you were gonna pick me up at 8
now you're saying that we're gonna be late

we're gonna be late
(it was after work you said)
we're gonna be late
(just call me later)
we're gonna be late
(it was after work you said)
we're gonna be late
(just call me later)
Track Name: Living Room
my throat is bleeding
i'm still breathing in
gums receding
i just need something

cause i've been known to hit the ground
and lately i've been feeling down
thanks for letting me inside
your living room the other night

television statics dead
i'd like to wake up in your bed
we're running out of time to kill
i think i want to go home

waiting for the train, standing on the track
when i say i love you, you don't have to say it back

it's not my fault i'm insecure
i've never been that good with words
and adjectives won't do enough
my god, you're just so pretty

it's not my fault i'm on the edge
i'm getting tired of making sense
but if i never change at all
would you still think i'm pretty

feeling sexy
bright eyes on the bus
you can't arrest me
if i don't give a fuck

okay i'm kidding, i'm not cool
performative at breaking rules
thanks for letting me inside
your swimming pool the other night

you stood outside despite the rain
mismatching socks to separate
your dirty feet from underneath
do i still make you happy?

i think that you're the train, baby i'm the track
when i say i love you, you don't have to say it back

it's not my fault i'm insecure
i've never been that good with words
and adjectives won't do enough
my god, you're just so pretty

it's not my fault i'm on the edge
i'm getting tired of making sense
but if i never change at all
would you still think i'm pretty

but i don't wanna be pretty

your nose is bleeding
blood still on your breath
take a picture
so you won't forget

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