Let's Quit Together

by Mickey and Mallory

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released March 31, 2015

Recorded and mixed by Matt Redenbo, Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East Studios

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Track Name: Ghost Years
So I don't want to grow up, no I don't want to get old. But I don't want to stay young, and I don't want to stay poor. I want all the things I just can't have. I can't believe we're all like this. I can't believe we're not

hanging around with the whole world in front of us . For every bad time that we had there was the dirt under our feet to pick us up. And I know I'll look back to when I put this ink to paper and I'll say to myself I miss those days. Those days were so much better.

It must get better than this. How could we live our lives to the fullest when we were kids.

So I don't want to grow up, no I don't want to get old. But I don't want to stay young, and I don't want to stay poor. I want all the things I just can't have. So I'll just stay in my ghost years. I guess I'll stay in my

Ghost years. Ghost years. Ghost years. Ghost years

It must get better than this. How could we live our lives to the fullest when we were kids.

I can't help but feel if this was real, shouldn't we all be dead by now?
I can't help but feel if this was real, shouldn't we all be dead by now?
By now, by now, by now, by now
Track Name: Hurry Up and Wait
You were just a child hope you know what you doing. This box contains everything and everyone you'll ever meet. Listening to those old messages they pluck my heart strings. You held on to everything and everyone that you could keep.

Too weak to let go. Too hurt to move on. Too young to open up your eyes. You kept your demons all inside. Too strong to cry. Deprive the river and the voice that you were given starts to die. Deflate from the inside.

You were just a child hope you know what you doing. This box contains everything and everyone you'll ever meet. Listening to those old messages they pluck my heart strings. You held on to everything and everyone that you could keep.

Too weak to let go. Too hurt to move on. Too young to open up your eyes. You kept your demons all inside. Too strong to cry. Deprive the river and the voice that you were given starts to die. Deflate from the inside.

Close your eyes with all the strength you've
got to hide from nothing but your
self depriving ways will get you
nowhere in a hurry up and
wait for uncertainty to take
over every thought run through your
heading in the wrong direction
plant your feet and run the other way

Run the other way

Close your eyes with all the strength you've
got to hide from nothing but your
self depriving ways will get you
nowhere in a hurry up and
wait for uncertainty to take
over every thought run through your
heading in the wrong direction
plant your feet and run the other way
Track Name: Drinking Alone
Where did the time go. Where did our friends go, when did we grow up. My old friends are golden, I don't wana make new ones. When did 15 nati-bohs become a half a six pack. When did looking forward turn into remembering times we had. What happened to the nights we stayed up late til 3 a.m., How long have i been drinking alone? What happened to my friends, what happened to my friends, what happened to my friends?

Lets spend thanksgiving at Stewart's crib, Lets chop that bird into fucking bits. Lets spend thanksgiving at Stewart's crib, Lets chop that bird into fucking bits.

Its funny how we always thought that all of us were fucking hopeless, when the hope inside of each of us could fill a fucking ocean. If I could go back I would do it all again as if I hadn't, just to cherish all the times we had we always took for granted. When we thought we were bored, only thing we really had was time.

Lets spend thanksgiving at Stewart's crib, Lets chop that bird into fucking bits. Lets spend thanksgiving at Stewart's crib, Lets chop that bird into fucking bits.
Track Name: Nowhere is Safe
Our minds polluted, convoluted and obscene. Thoughts become words pray to God that these words will not become deeds.

I so desperately know that I'm fine where I am, with what I've got and who I'm with, with all the things I'm doing. But I know this greed, it covers all its bases, following me home and leading me different places. I can't take these temptations. No one is safe, nowhere is safe.

We blame our problems on all others so we can't fix them ourselves, you can help me solve'em but I'm far too proud to stop and ask for help.

I so desperately know that I'm fine where I am, with what I've got and who I'm with, with all the things I'm doing. But I know this greed, it covers all its bases, following me home and leading me different places.Like these temptations, they drive crazy.

Nowhere is safe, cept you. Nowhere is safe, cept you.

So as the fog is clearing hope the end is near, little recollection of what got me here. Our skin is branded, it burns through my chest, I swear that that is my last regret. I can barely see my own hands in front of my face, I'm alive and yes I know that but what is this place, as the pit of my stomache, it falls through my feet, I swear that that is my last regret. Our skin is branded, it burns through my chest, i swear that that is my last regret. As the pit of my stomache, it falls through my feet, i swear that that is my last regret
Track Name: Busy
We're prone to split ourselves right down the middle. Tear ourselves apart limb from limb. Limb from limb. Tear ourselves apart. Tear ourselves apart limb from limb.

We try to give our best without giving our all. I swore that I would stay intact, that I would strap on my blinders and run straight. But that is just not the way meant to be, that's not the way we're built to be. Its just not the way that we are.

I told myself that I would stay intact. I'd strap on my blinders yes I would.
I told myself that I would run straight. I'd strap on my blinders and I'd run straight. I'd strap on my blinders yes I would.

We're prone to split ourselves right down the middle. Tear ourselves apart limb from limb. Limb from limb. Tear ourselves apart. Tear ourselves apart limb from limb.

Tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tear ourselves apart, tearing ourselves apart.

Mike: We know we don't have time
to spend on things that help us get
to sleep. The reasons that we live
and breathe are not the things that
let us see the things we all need to
survive. We have no time to live
our lives. We have no time to live
our lives. We have no time to live
our lives.

Josh: I told myself I'd stay intact but
that is not the way we are.
But I'm not ready to give up on
things that make us human. I am
not ready to give up on my life.
Track Name: White Walls
You always have something to say when there's nothing left to say and you always have nothing to say when there's everything left to say.

How does that horse raise you up so high?

You always have something to say when there's nothing left to say and you always have nothing to say when there's everything left to say. Its so much easier when judging through one-way mirrors. That's how you'll rest your head. That's how you'll rest your head.

The butcher inside of me makes me believe you're capable of some terrible things. He tells me everyone is out to get me.

I'll suck it up, you suck it in. I aim to please you aim to win.
I'll suck it up, you suck it in. I aim to please you aim to win.
I'll suck it up, you suck it in. I aim to please you aim to win.

I aim to please you aim to win.

Couldn't help but notice that there's blood on these white walls.
Couldn't help but notice that there's blood on these white walls.
Track Name: Now Thats What I Call Buzz Ballads
I used to see the world in black and white but I know that's not right. I've seen the shades of grey inside of every human being. I've seen the days of Fall inside of others. Tell me that I'm wrong. Now I've gone and I waste it all, left with nothing to catch us when we fall. Hate only begets more hate, you see.

That muscle flutters like propellers trying to keep jets in flight. Transporting others through the darkest nights. Our hands so far from sight. Clouds beckoning down, the ground is nearing now audacious as it sounds. The little dots in the glass become so quick as they pass. The craters left in the grass will turn all life into ash.

I used to see the world in black and white but I know that's not right. I've seen the shades of grey inside of every human being. I've seen the days of Fall inside of others. Tell me that I'm wrong. Now I've gone and I waste it all, left with nothing to catch us when we fall. Hate only begets more hate, you see. Hate only begets more hate, you see.

We only see our differences. We must transcend our differences.

The little dots in the glass become so quick as they pass. The craters left in the grass will turn all life into ash. The little dots in the glass become so quick as they pass. The craters left in the grass will turn all life into ash.

We only see our differences. We must transcend our differences. We must transcend.

I used to see the world in black and white but I know that's not right. I've seen the shades of grey inside of every human being.

We must transcend our differences. We must transcend our differences.
Track Name: Home
So one week down and thousands to go. We celebrate as if we don't know in 3 days we'll all be back to the same shit that we try to escape. Oh no. But there's no time to dwell on things we can't control. There's barely enough to see the ones we want to see. Step on the gas and get back home.

Got to get home. Got to get home.

Back home to the things that we all know. Back home to the people that we love. Our home is what keeps us alive. Home is the people that we see. The distance between you and me. The closer we are, the better I'll be.

So one week down and thousands to go. We celebrate as if we don't know in 3 days we'll all be back to the same shit that we try to escape. Oh no. But there's no time to dwell on things we can't control. There's barely enough to see the ones we want to see. Step on the gas and get back home.

Got to get home. Got to get home.
Track Name: Shipwrecked
I don't want to know which way that other road goes. I don't want to know which way that other road goes.

Old photographers catch every single frame that I just don't care to see.
Still life images captured in black and white and I swear its not meant for me. Shipwrecked here on and island, I don't see much and that is ok with me. Tattered clothes on an overflowing boat and I know this ships bound to sink.

I won't go down with the ship. I won't go down with it, no. I won't go down with the ship. I won't go down with it, no.

I don't want to know which way that other road goes. I don't want to know which way that other road goes.

Old photographers catch every single frame that I just don't care to see.
Still life images captured in black and white and I swear its not meant for me. Shipwrecked here on and island, I don't see much and that is ok with me. Tattered clothes on an overflowing boat and I know this ships bound to sink.

And that is ok with me. I won't go down with the ship. Yeah that is ok with me. I won't go down with the ship.
Track Name: Something in the Weather
When did we say everything would be forever? Forever. The sun and the moon light the sky but not together. Together. The sky lights the plains, the day that they'll meet is never. Is never. Our brain tells us where to move, can't predict the weather, the weather, the weather, the weather.

You can't predict the weather. Something's in the weather. Can't predict the weather. Something's in the weather.

There's rain and heat and sleet and snow and only God will ever know. A lizard treks across the sand and every inch will mark new land. With moonlight beating on his back, his tail will mark his path and track. The only thing surmounted by the beauty of this desert sky...

Those eyes, tonight. Those eyes, tonight. Those eyes.

You can't predict the weather.
Something's in the weather.
Can't predict the weather.
Something's in the weather.

Eddie: This could be anything.
This could be anything.