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6/7
01:39
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Stop your breathing. We miss the simple times we had. We kept the river flowing, so slowly we drift apart. So warm was your heart. I wrote to you and I hope you got the message. We'll never see you smile, lined up in single file, because you're under a dirt pile. We all joined in hand. We'll never understand. So warm was your heart. We were brothers from the start. So warm was your heart.
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Rooted
02:53
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Silent
02:48
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Stay quiet, and you'll be safe. Don't follow in my footsteps and mistakes I've made. (Stay quiet) look at all your scars, remember your pain of falling, there will always be a second chance, turn from the method you're installing.
Behind your tired eyes, you don't seem to hold so much. You ran as far as you could, but we always stayed in touch.
Will you be near to rescue me when I fall off my cliff, I've been choking on my breath and my heads dismemberment.
I always told myself that I'd grow, into the person that you wanted (it's all for show) I knew that I wouldn't be missed, burn me to the ground, i won't resist
Stay quiet, and you'll be safe. Don't follow in my footsteps and mistakes I've made. (Stay quiet) look at all your scars, remember your pain of falling, there will always be a second chance, turn from the method you're installing.
I can't keep my mouth shut
Sew my lips together, pull me out of my shallow grave, I've consumed all my poison, I misbehave.
I'm broken, I am my own Slave.
Stay quiet, and you'll be safe. Don't follow in my footsteps and mistakes I've made. (Stay quiet) look at all your scars, remember your pain of falling, there will always be a second chance, turn from the method you're installing.
Will you be near
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Gild
03:35
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Press the sharp pain in my chest.
I can't feel my hands or feet, my skins so thick, dull word's deceit.
My conscience, weighing down my sober suite, foggy vision, strong heartbeat, I know that I am willed weak
Intensify the door's slam,
Distract me from my circle thought
Grasp my words that I forgot
My vessel No longer means something to me
The rhythms wrong, wake up, repeat.
I'll point out the flaws, in the concrete.
The rhythms wrong wake up repeat
Right back to the stained, sheets.
The rhythms wrong, wake up, repeat.
I'll point out the flaws, in the concrete.
The rhythms wrong wake up repeat
Right back to the stained, sheets.
Chorus: I'm bothered and I'm lonesome. A broken promise, now I'm grown up. You said "you get to show your smile, we haven't seen it in a while". I hide my thoughts behind my lips because what I say won't help this get fixed. The problem here is that I'm lightly painted gold.
Verse2:
Shouting im the victim but You told me that I caused this. I fear that I have lost my head and I can't fill the empty spaces. Fighting back my tears, I'm shaking, I cannot breathe, i cannot see. Slowly chipping at my royal paint to show how honest I can be.
I'll take your place any day
As of now, I'm just a frightened soul that the world will gladly throw away.
The rhythms wrong, wake up, repeat.
I'll point out the flaws, in the concrete.
The rhythms wrong wake up repeat
Right back to the stained, sheets.
The rhythms wrong, wake up, repeat.
I'll point out the flaws, in the concrete.
The rhythms wrong wake up repeat
Right back to the stained, sheets.
Chorus: I'm bothered and I'm lonesome. A broken promise, now I'm grown up. You said "you get to show your smile, we haven't seen it in a while". I hide my thoughts behind my lips because what I say won't help this get fixed. The problem here is that I'm lightly painted gold.
I'm bothered and I'm lonesome. A broken promise, now I'm grown up. You said "you get to show your smile, we haven't seen it in a while". I hide my thoughts behind my lips because what I say won't help this get fixed. The problem here is that I'm lightly painted gold.
Outro: I've revealed my bare skin, I am not so bright anymore.
I'm flying away leaving only dust and nothing left to care for
Higher and higher
No longer in need of breath, seeing stars only seen in death.
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Child
03:13
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You've always been in my memory, and I stayed back to watch you crawl. You'll never know what tomorrow brings, and I'm still days behind.
Where do you start, oh where did your future go? (I hate how I'll never know)
Beseech you, oh god, let the light by your hand guide you, false Holy Ghost.
You always wait for the bigger things, and I left to find my own close call. You'll never know what tomorrow brings, and I left, to drown in alcohol.
I'm not fit to raise you
I promise you nothing
Awaken young dreamer
Nor am I put together
Awaken young dreamer
I'm not your father
She gives you your comfort, I'm sorry You suffer, how hard will you take this when you tremble in your slumber. The goal is now simple just try to fit in, living like an adult when you're just a kid.
you've always gone for the little things, and I stayed back to watch you crawl. You'll never know what tomorrow brings, and I'm still days behind. Where do you start, oh where did your future go? (I hate how I'll never know)
Beseech you, oh god, let the light by your hand guide you, false Holy Ghost.
Your mother, she loved you, more than you'll ever know.
You were too young, you wouldn't remember, your mother, she died on 6th of December.
She stood right beside me, the last thing she said was take care of him, and she was shot in the head, I broke from my zip tie, I carried my knife, I got to her killer and I took his life
I'm not fit to raise you
I promise you nothing, child
She gives you your comfort, I'm sorry You suffer, how hard will you take this when you tremble in your slumber. The goal is now simple just try to fit in, live like an adult when you're just a kid.
you've always gone for the little things, and I stayed back to watch you crawl. You'll never know what tomorrow brings, and I'm still days behind. Where do you start, oh where did your future go? (I hate how I'll never know)
Beseech you, oh god, let the light by your hand guide you, false Holy Ghost.
You've always gone for the little things. (I'm not put together)
You'll never know what tomorrow brings
(I'm not put together)
AWAKEN YOUNG DREAMER
AWAKEN YOUNG DREAMER
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Forge
03:29
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Here I go again, wanting more than I can get, bury my words of regret. I run it over and over in my head (this the bottom, this is the end)
I'll never speak my mind, Bury my thoughts because I'm worried what you may find. I run it over and over in my head (this is the bottom this is the end)
Family speaks, I listen, nothing seems to stick.
I'm not sleeping, I struggle. Fear me not, I only love.
I have not the strength to gather something I can't fix. So hold me close.
Are you afraid? Because I know I am. And Now my patience, is wearing thin, my heart is in a jam. I used to think, that all of this was fake. I quickly learned that everything was real and my life was the mistake
My life was the mistake
Do I scare you, I know I scare myself sometimes. I never learned my wrong from right and I'm sick of thinking that I'm fine.
Here I go again, wanting more than I can get, bury my words of regret. I run it over and over in my head (this the bottom, this is the end)
I'll never speak my mind, Bury my thoughts because I'm worried what you may find. I run it over and over in my head (this is the bottom this is the end)
Because I can't, keep living my life in this lie. I've been begging you God for a single sign to show me what it means to be alive.
What it means to be alive
Sweet release, you've saved me. Thank you for your time. My heart belongs to you. My heart belongs to you.
My heart belongs to you
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