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sorry, we don't do delivery

by pizza academy

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1.
i'm gonna be a great great great-grandpa, you'll hear it from my great-grandkids i'm gonna tell them stories of times where i wasn't trying to make a story out of it cause then i got too old, too self aware of the slippage, just grabbing onto what wasn't there now it's just me, my shit back, and scoliosis i've acquired from leaning forward all the time i'm gonna be a great great-great-grandpa when i live to be a hundred forty five with new medical technology i've shoved into my body cause i'm far too scared of death to ever die and when the sun hits the lake and i can't stay awake i'll have them rack my brain for memories and parts of you adrift, collect, and try to recreate our consciousness cause we're gonna live forever, at least in my mind i'd have done it all for fun had i'd not known it's gonna end but awareness drowned it out and left me outside looking in i've tried stacking up the chairs but the legs won't seem to bend cause your ghosts are all still sitting, sometimes like you never left now my mind is leaking memories, with tears they trickle down no longer looking out my eyes, how's one now someone else and it seems no means were justified, sustainable at best how i'd beg to dipper, anything, to pray that it would last yet the after party's short, my wife rides home alone, and my great great great-grandkids leave flowers at my stone then finish going through my stuff, find buried on my desk the hundred twenty-seven year old note i would've left
2.
sleep in, better yet stay home in my head, try to plan this out what will I do for now, for the rest of my life maybe draw that silver line or i guess just try to keep the time (1, 2, 3, fuck) is this really how it ends please, i can't be forgotten can you see me someday we'll be skeletons but for now we live in hell so until then, could i like me i'm sick of choking on my throat on back roads, social situations does it ever go away these days it's only getting worse sat at my wallet's bottom is this really where I'll stay well i guess if i can't make up my mind from lack of interest or inhibition I'll stay on the sideline looking down cause i can't make a simple fucking decision i'm so tired of falling out of place and if i didn't try what difference would it make i'm so sick of planning out the days cause if i just died, well fuck, what difference would it make and if a god's not real then i'm gonna be pissed cause i've got a lot of shit riding on this an eternity of nothing seems worse than any hell nothing good, nothing bad, just nothing, it's incomprehensible and then all that's left is what i leave behind so as long as that's there, will i ever really die well bullshit, i'll admit that i'd rather be alive i'm scared, can you hold me till we die
3.
i sleep with the lights on the darkness cuts too deep i sleep with my clothes on finality's in my sheets it scares me half to death and the other half that's left festers in my head, carving out my chest will i ever feel alright again? hey, what the hell's with these thoughts i've been awake for too long it's setting in, stitched to my mind am i dead or have i dried out both my eyes the sun went down, who's laughing now i waited just a bit too long now i'm sat on the sidewalk staring at the spray-paint on my fingernail again it all caves in and starts to spin, holes fill with water and make it harder to swim my inability to take in air makes it harder to leave it's getting harder to breathe down here my feet float up above my head they're thinking while my minds taking steps between the cracks, I'm not breaking backs but it all means nothing when the asphalt's caving in i don't recognize my neighbors, i'm not scared, not the least bit just need a break I'm getting tired, just so sick of moving on if it takes more than i've got not to fall how much will it take to stay here i wish I had fondness for now, the same that i do for last year the shelf life of my mind is well past its prime can't you see we're closed, the doors are locked come back tomorrow and maybe we'll be in stock
4.
are you having fun yet? is this the way it's always gonna be? i'll stop asking myself that when i feel happy unless i'll never be i've grown quite tired of self-destructive patterns your shirts are soaked in red but i can't bleed, i'll dye mine instead i promise that i'll shed my skin, just not today but now it's starting to spread thin, because tomorrow never came i can never tell if i have an addictive personality or maybe it's because i'm far too fucking lazy to ever change you haven't messaged me in months, i can take a fucking hint i guess it builds up anyways cause i can't cope with shit i can't live with what's in my head though it's all i have in the end so i'll come up with rhymes about my state of mind and distract myself instead are you having fun yet?
5.
the season's changing, snow's accumulating at my feet it's burying the spot where you were standing just last week the ceiling's peeling and my carpet sure looks fertilized this funny feeling that all i have left to do is die i forgot to eat today, but that's okay and i forgot to sleep again, but i'm okay i'm just getting sick of growing older and being sick is getting old and i wish we had held on tighter cause now it's all over the phone are we alright? is this how growing up's supposed to be? we'll put up a fight but it's hard to move when the future's at my feet it's rising, it's rising someday i'll be fine i'm sinking, i'm sinking i shouldn't be surprised seasonal depression isn't fun when the weather never changes and now i'm starting to hate the sun cause even the moon has phases and i don't know what you were expecting but it sure as hell wasn't me the carpet's sticking to my feet the sun's set now and i'm waist deep in the floor i don't sleep anymore what keeps me here's my fear of death to disappear would take more than I've got left my memories are sore so i won't think anymore i'll see you in montauk

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released December 9, 2023

Guitar / Keyboard / Vocals - Riley Scease
Bass / Vocals - Shane Luczkow
Drums - Lucas Turner

Drums & Guitar recorded by Chris Chase @ The Noise Floor in Dover, NH

Mixed & Mastered by Josie Lucido @ Awkward Audio Space
(@portdeadwards)

Huge thanks to Lucas from doug. for writing and recording drums, Katie McLeish for recording trumpet, and everyone that helped with group vocals.

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