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Horrible Terrible
03:24
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I’m a liar, but I won’t admit it
So go ahead and call me on my bullshit
I’ll just grin and bear it though
I’m horrible
I’m terrible
My hands are shaking, my tremors trembling from
My shortcomings - they span the distance
Of continents and history
I’m horrible
I’d steal the food out of your child’s mouth and
Rob you blindly, no second thought
Just give me half a chance
I’m horrible
That’s right I’m terrible
I’m a serpent sick with sin and I cannot repent
I’m a serpent sick with sin and I will not repent
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Black Tar
03:30
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She said, “I’ve had enough - this is the last time
I can’t stand the way this makes me, or the person that I have become
But Goddamn I’m terrified of what’s lying in wait on the other side”
So she spoke in absolutes trying to balance the truth with an excuse
I wish there was a softer way home
But ain’t nothing
Coming easy
To anyone we know
We’ve made our choices
Which carry prices
You can’t afford to pay
You’ve always had to learn the hardest way
Always had to learn the hardest way
She sold her happiness to black tar and a pharmacist
Trying hard to resist the temptation pulsing through her wrist
She said, “I curse the fucking day that I learned to be this way
It’s cost me everything; how can you even stand the sight of me?”
I wish there was a softer way home
But ain’t nothing
Coming easy
To anyone we know
We’ve made our choices
Which carry prices
You can’t afford to pay
You’ve always had to learn the hardest way
Always had to learn the hardest way
Now I don’t want to sound calloused; I wasn’t shocked at all
When I got the fucking call - they found you lifeless in a bathroom stall
You had to learn the hardest way
You always had to learn the hardest way
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Southbound
02:56
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Never been much for self-control
The moment strikes and I’m caught up in it
Too close for comfort; we’ve fallen down
Against the world, but I’m holding strong tonight
What if I was so much better off?
There’s novelty in nothing
My lungs too heavy, my eyes too dark to hide
This short life is passing me by
Goodbye
Still fighting northbound traffic heading south
Broken nose, bruised ribs, shook, filled with doubt
Bought the ticket and I took the ride
To get spit out on the other side
Without anywhere to hide the little things inside
Haven’t caught on to second changes
Sometimes I need three strikes
Not holding out for cheap romantics
You know I question why
Been fighting northbound traffic heading south
Broken nose, bruised ribs, shook, filled with doubt
Still fighting northbound traffic heading south
Broken nose, bruised ribs, shook, filled with doubt
Bought the ticket and I took the ride
To get spit out on the other side
Without anywhere to hide
Yeah without words to describe the little things inside
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Rocking Chair
03:11
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Show me 48 hours, a case of Labatt
And all this shit will be water under the bridge
I hate my shoulders chipped and clenching both my fists
Why don’t we have a smoke and let all this go?
We could let all of this go
I’ve learned you reap what you sow
That’s why it’s hard letting all this go
Are there some mistakes too far beyond repair?
They keep me up at night swaying back and forth
In my rocking chair
I can’t get this cough out of my lungs
Just a little proof that you’ll live with what you’ve done
Do you ever wonder if we’re all primed to destroy ourselves?
I hope that it’s not true; but I can’t seem to find the proof
Swaying back and forth
In my rocking chair
I can’t get this cough out of my lungs
Just a little proof that you’ll live with what you’ve done
The tempest lies on the tips of these silver tongues
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Cheap
02:15
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Alcohol and psychotropic medication
Are enough to bring anybody down to their knees
I’ve been dwelling at the bottom
Like a sick self-loathing freak
I’m feeling cheap
Oh God, I’m feeling cheap
There’s a centroid – a perfect place where we could be
But it hinges on too much uncertainty
I prefer it at the bottom
It’s well within my reach
I’m okay
I’m okay feeling cheap
I’m feeling cheap
I prefer it at the bottom
It’s well within my reach
And I’m okay - I’m okay feeling cheap
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Can of Gasoline
03:25
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7. |
Last Time I Swear
03:30
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Stumbling around after dark
Trying to feel my way around
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know that it’s nowhere good
Oh I know that it’s painful
I’ll do it anyway
Yeah I know that it’s no excuse
But I was made this way
I’ve been fucking around trying to shake off any accountability
I’ve got no plans; no hope; no heart; do you know how that feels?
‘Cause I do
Oh I know that it’s painful
I’ll do it anyway
Yeah I know that it’s no excuse
But I was made this way
I was made this way
Why, oh why, can’t I shake this heavy feeling from my heart?
I carry it around all through the dark
I don’t know what’s going to catch me first: recovery or getting worse
Am I cursed to live with my mistakes?
Well darling, I was made this way
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Spinning Tires
04:24
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Dragging knuckles on the floor again just like the day before
Every morning’s a new struggle yet I’m still begging for more
Can’t recall a clear eyed night for the best of me
But these hazy morning fogs are blurring responsibilities
When I everyone I know is growing up, I’m still doing what’s best for me
Can’t explain my relapsed actions; write it off as instability
Tonight I’m getting into trouble; it just makes more sense to me
If somehow I don’t die trying, maybe I can help you see
I don’t want to wake up; I’ll never make an excuse for all my faults
It’s just a phase - a stupid rut I’m spinning tires through
If there was an easy way out you can bet that I’d be taking it
Stuck in traffic, lost in static, happy to just be getting through
It just makes more sense to me
Tonight I’m getting into trouble; it just makes more sense to me
If somehow I don’t die trying, maybe I can help you see
Don’t want to wake up
I’ll never make an excuse for all my faults
It’s just a phase, a stupid rut I’m spinning tires through
If there was an easy way out you can bet that I’d be taking it
Stuck in traffic lost in static happy to just be getting through
It just makes more sense to me
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Splitters Detroit, Michigan
Splitters are a four-piece punk rock band hailing from the Motor City. Comprised of long time friends Dan Stover (Break
Anchor), Eric Plunkard (Due North) Alex Errington (Cheapshow), and Ben L; Splitters formed in the last gasps of 2015 to play honest songs about the dark parts of life with good old fashioned Midwestern heart.
Their newest EP "Short Shrift" is available December 2018
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