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Until I Leave This Place
00:40
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I’m so sick of the taste of blood in my mouth.
I’m so tired of choking on words that get stuck behind my teeth and never come out.
I’m done biting my tongue just to save face.
It’s time I let it out.
Until I leave this place.
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Paint Me By Number
03:27
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I've got these clothes and these songs on my back. Love letters I never sent discarded in the trash. I'll keep the memories in reverie and try to keep my head above the water. (All alone).
You stole my heart and you gave it away. Swelling frustrations, and tempting heavy waves. They were crashing on your shores they were breaking down your doors and I'm left wander. (All alone)
Paint me by number baby. Save me from this thunder I'm chasing, whoa oh. I never needed you more.
Rewind the tape and let's look back a couple years. Through the looking glass before the shattered tears. We were happy, so naive with every reason to believe this was forever. (Oh no!)
So pack up these photo frames go our separate ways. We'll trade the sunshine in for stormy skies of gray. I'll brace for solitude and cold, look for anything left to hold, and face this turbulent weather oh oh!
Paint me by number baby. Save me from this thunder I'm chasing, whoa oh. I never needed you more.
I was counting. I was counting on you. I was counting on you (to be my rescue).
Now I'm drowning. I'm drowning in seas of blue. I'm am drowning I am drowning here without you!
Paint me by number baby. Save me from this thunder I'm chasing, whoa oh. I never needed you more.
Paint me by number baby. Save me from this thunder I'm chasing, whoa oh. But you're not there anymore.
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3. |
Los Angeles Miserables
04:04
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Oh! Los Angeles!
I can't handle this!
The sun sets on the boulevard. Red Brake lights shine from a trail of leased cars. And the driver next to me is blasting top 40 from his radio.
The cocaine parties in the back of dim bars. They all talk and talk and talk but they never go far. And they'll be crawling back home to their mamas, don’t you know?
It's just the way it goes.
Oh! Los Angeles!
I can't handle this!
Jesus Christ don't let your Hollywood show. Tailored ripped jeans you bought from a designer store. And the photoshopped photographs you posted for all the world to see.
Jesus Christ don't let your Hollywood blow. Your palm trees over on your dreams
You follow. Cuz you’ve burned every bridge in all of Los Angeles county.
So you bargain, beg, pray and you plead.
You’re down on your knees blowing celebrities.
Just Fake it til you make it. Fake it til you make it. Fake it til you make it. I can’t take this.
Get me out the city tonight.
I wanna drive out into the desert.
Get me out the city tonight.
I wanna fog up your windows
Get me out the city tonight.
I wanna sleep under the stars forever.
Get me out the city tonight.
I wanna fog up your windows.
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Burden
03:26
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I spent so many nights, drinking in an empty parking space. Staring up at the Hollywood lights, waiting for you to come back home.
I wasted all my days, pacing wooden floors of an empty apartment. Trembling in an anxious haze, waiting for you to come back home.
Just wait. Give me just a little.
I'll stay. If you meet me in the middle.
I'm not gonna run and chase you down go back and forth spinning round and around.
You left me as you found me. A tarnished vase full of rotting wilted flowers. Now the darkness it surrounds me. Blackout the city lights we've lost all power.
We tried to run away from pain sweep it under the rug. But the dust it collects intimidating the bugs. And we got this whole town fooled like we just fell in love. We spin around and round and round.
Just wait. Give me just a little.
I'll stay. If you meet me in the middle.
I'm not gonna run and chase you down go back and forth spinning round and around.
I never wanted to be, I never wanted to be your burden.
Can you give me just a little?
Can you meet me in the middle?
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I'm a mess
I'm a wreck
And I would strangle this day if it only had a neck.
I’d watch it die.
Like you and I.
On Thursday night.
Nothing can prepare you for a punch to heart.
You're left staggering and stumbling your whole worlds falling apart.
You try to crawl yourself to safety but you just can't escape.
All the words just get repeated with every step you take.
Oh you're counting fingers and counting toes.
Lying on the canvas comatose.
I'm a mess. I’m a mess.
I'm a wreck . I’m a wreck.
And I would strangle this day if it only had a neck.
Watch it die.
Like you and I.
On Thursday night.
I'm on fire.
Engulfed in flames.
I held the title belt and I threw the fight away.
I hit the floor.
So hard I began to shake.
Thursday Night Heavyweights.
So you slowly come to. And drag yourself to your feet.
But Death seems so comforting and it tastes so goddamn sweet.
But you brush yourself off. And you give a little shake. You gotta pull yourself together honey and weather the storms of heartbreak.
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6. |
Welcome Home
04:12
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Something old, something new.
Something borrowed, something blue.
A box collects dust in my closet filled with memories of you.
My condolences to the dried bouquet and the wedding album I threw away.
Happy honeymoon on holiday now anger, regret, and shame.
Hot Summer days, cold winter nights.
Early oughts to mid-teens, seeking light. Somewhere down the road of blissful rites. Now shattered dreams and jaws clenched tight.
So I Pulled out into the pouring rain.
Never to be seen or heard from again.
Leaving all I loved of this fucking place. Delete my name, forget my face.
Come find me where the sidewalk ends.
Welcome home to all you know.
-Motels and liquor stores, broken-hearted knocking on your door-
Welcome home to streets once paved with hearts of gold.
-This town belongs to me no more, carry on just like you did before-
Take me back nostalgia’s tarred in Black.
-Driving down these once familiar streets, now reduced to rubbled memories-
Welcome home. Welcome home.
I know they’re just words, but they hurt. They pierce my throat with every verse.
I spoke to the walls and they said.
I’m better off alive so get it out of my head.
That the world would be a beautiful place.
If we could go back in time and erase.
Every time that you said.
“Come find me where the sidewalk ends!”
Welcome home to all you know.
-Motels and liquor stores, broken-hearted knocking on your door-
Welcome home to streets once paved with hearts of gold.
-This town belongs to me no more, carry on just like you did before-
Take me back nostalgia’s tarred in Black.
-Driving down these once familiar streets, now reduced to rubbled memories-
Welcome home. Welcome home.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is where it hits hardest.
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7. |
Escape Route
00:27
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-Instrumental-
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8. |
Escape Route For Two
03:46
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I self medicate to pass the time.
Every day’s a struggle but at least it’s mine. This is the weight that I carry around with me, don’t you dare try and take it away from me.
I make excuses so I don’t have go outside. Every night I’m in trouble, but I swear I’m just fine. Take my hand baby oh the sights we could see, don’t you wanna spin around and dance with me.
We dance. Romance.
You contemplate every second that you’re alive. Did the minutes turn to hours of wasted time? These are the thoughts that you carry around with you. You know I’d never try and take em away from you.
Let’s escape all our problems lets run and hide. Renegades on fire burning oh so bright. There’s a million and one things that we should do, but all I want is to spin around and dance with you.
I'm sick. I’m sick and tired.
I'm sick. Of playing with Fire.
Just let me lay my head on the comforting cold concrete.
Dance with me just for the night.
Romance with me underneath moonlight. There’s one last dance that we gotta do.
Permanent vacation Escape Route For Two.
I'm sick. I'm sick and tired.
I'm sick. Of playing with fire.
Just let me lay my head on the comforting cold concrete.
I'm sick. It’s the same old story.
I'm sick. With regret and worry
Just put me in a box and bury me six feet deep.
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9. |
Fall Weather
02:55
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It may be raining outside.
But it's pouring in here.
In this room, on this couch in this home that we built together.
The walls are crumbling down.
And accusations are soaring.
In this house, on this street, in this city this cold November.
And the postcards, they don’t reach you anymore.
Return to sender in shreds at my door.
I don’t wish were dead, but I don’t wish you were here at all.
I’ll take a walk.
The grass seems greener on the other side and I, I’m looking up at a cloudy sky and I.
I know you’ve had had your doubts, you I know I’ve had them too.
Oh god what are we gonna do?
With the memories spent in this high priced rent.
Do we tell all our friends do we tell our parents?
Will I see you in passing as our lives collapsing?
Just give it to me straight that’s all that I’m asking.
I'm falling in and out of love.
I can't take this anymore.
We will never be what we thought that we were before.
I’ll take a walk.
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10. |
Another Lonely Night
02:26
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Another lonely night on the town by myself.
The neon lights illuminate these rain soaked streets.
Reminiscing of times where I thought I knew myself.
Every step I take is a cry for the help I seek.
I'll find it at the end of a bottle.
I'll find it in the arms of a stranger.
I'll find it the words of the person I used be.
The sidewalk is crumbling beneath these worn out shoes.
My legs drag and ache they don't work as well as they used to.
And I'm stumbling again, goddamn my conscience is beaten down.
But I'll make it home tonight if I can keep on wading this steady ground.
The sky opens up. I'm laying on my back.
The stars are out. Positioned to attack.
If i can just get myself to my feet, there’ll be no bitter defeat tonight.
It's just another lonely night, it's just another lonely night.
Forgive me for the things undone. For the white flags raised when I could've won. If loves a battlefield then I'm a blank in a loaded gun.
Keep moving. Meaningless destination. My heart the compass through this devastation. It’s just another lonely night. It’s just another lonely night.
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11. |
Careful Now!
02:36
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I thought I put my anger to bed.
But I woke up sweating and screaming instead, I picked the lock stock smoking barrel of a gun cocked loaded careful now. Yeah, careful now.
I keep replaying all those words you said. And I, can't get em out of my goddamn head but they remind me to dust off and put them behind me. Just remember be careful now. Yeah careful now.
I know I'll be just fine if I could just....
Fall asleep. Fall asleep I can't. Fall asleep. Fall asleep I can't. Fall asleep. Fall asleep I can't fall asleep. With those words said ringing through my head.
My friends keep telling me "you'll be just fine". Just gotta, make it through these long and sleepless nights. But you can call me, if you're feeling down and lonely. Just promise be careful now.
I'm Held hostage to this time. You'll get through this.
Help me mend this heart of mine. You'll get through this.
I know I'll be just fine
I know I'll be just fine
I know I'll be fine---------
Fall asleep. Fall asleep I can't. Fall asleep. Fall asleep I can't. Fall asleep. Fall asleep I can't fall asleep.
With those words said ringing through my head.
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Following back footsteps of days gone by. Checking my pulse to make sure I'm alive.
Oh my heart is still beating but loves fading and fleeting. I'll take the wheel though I'm dead inside.
With a full tank of gas and no where really to go.
Keep my past in the rearview and my eyes on the road.
Oh I'm dressed to impress in my Sunday's best to attend my own funeral.
All good things come to an (end)
It's the breaks....
When the love's all gone.
It's the breaks....
Where did it all go wrong?
It's the breaks....
Why are you holding on?
It's the breaks-eee-yea
It's the breaks....
When you've got no home
It's the breaks....
When you're left all alone
It's the breaks....
You've gotta fend for your own
It's the break--eee-yeah!
Oh Mama, mama I can't find the ground. My legs are too shaky could you please help me out. I was born to ramble and travel around. But there just ain't no escaping this road is devastating.
Father father I did the best that I could. Banged these two sticks together but I ran out of wood. I tried to take your advice and heed all the warnings I should. But there just ain't no escaping this world is devastating me.
It's the breaks....
When the love's all gone.
It's the breaks....
Where did it all go wrong?
It's the breaks....
Why are you holding on?
It's the breaks-eee-yea
It's the breaks....
When you've got no home
It's the breaks....
When you're left all alone
It's the breaks....
You've gotta fend for your own
It's the break--eee-yeah!
All good things come to an end.
Flowers to dust
Lovers to friends.
Metals to rust.
Oceans to sand.
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Matt Caskitt and The Breaks San Diego, California
Matt Caskitt & The Breaks are an American Power-Pop/Punk Rock band from San Diego. Formed in 2018, the band is comprised of Matt Caskitt (lead singer, drums), Michael Kelly (guitar), Ricky Martinez (guitar), and AJ Peacox (bass guitar).
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