Meet Me At The Skyline

Who’s going to be at the Fillmore for the spring fever tour tonight? We’re going to be there!

Sorry for the lack of updates.

We’re trying to focus on writing so we can get new music out to you! We go into the studio June 10th, so hopefully we’ll have something out by the end of summer.

by request, here are the lyrics to our music.

The Worst Tap-Dancing Tragedy Since 1904

I’m wide here awake from a broken trust, I just haven’t been the same since the death of us. And we all know who’s to blame.

So don’t bother crying to me, I’ve heard it all, your sad sad story, always wanting more.

Come on girl, keep on rolling with your punches, you give up too easily. I’ll never be what you wanted me to be, so hard to please but i try to make you happy.

I just need some time to figure you out.

When everything has gone to hell, you’ll get back on the carousel and fool yourself to think that your happy.

Well have fun getting drunk in different basements, sexting pictures of yourself half-naked. You’re more than that to me.

Some day you’ll see what you’ve done to me, and we’ll all sing out.

What’s Really Going On

I’m torn between loving you and sanity, this is all the same, this is all the same.

Are you who you say that you are, or who you swear that you’re not? ‘Cause I know that I’m not.

Am I insane? Am I the one to blame that I fell for those head games?

And this is the part where i drop some one-liners and you come crawling back to me, just like you always do.

I’m torn between loving you and sanity, this is all the same, this is all the same.

And here we go again, round and round. This is breaking down.

You can say he’s just a friend, you can play that game, but I wasn’t born yesterday.

And don’t try to pretend that your phone was dead, I caught you, you know that.

Social Suicide

This town is so overrated, it’s fucking jaded, humiliated. Sometimes it feels like I’m running in circles, it never ends no, it never ends no.

Four walls never held me back, this city has got me stuck in a trap. Come with me and leave this town, let’s set the flames and burn it down.

Woah, I think it’s time to go. Woah.

So call it social suicide, I’m gonna leave this all behind, forget giving it another try this town is so, so overrated.

This city is a dead end street full of broken hearts and burn out scenes. I swear we’re wasting our time here, we’re living a lie here, I don’t wanna die here.

You’re not gonna hold me back, you’ve got me stuck in your trap. I’m leaving you, I’ll leave this town, let’s set the flames and burn it down.

Titanic

The street lights, they light up the night, as we fall in and out of time.

The long nights I’ve spent by the phone, talking for hours never felt so alone.

I take some chances, forget all the consequences, but I don’t care what they say, I love you anyway.

Take one less step towards your door, hold on can’t wait anymore. Forget all our second guesses, this is what the world intended.

I’m never giving up on you, I’ll chase you down if it’s the last thing i do.

If it’s worth it, I know I’m not perfect, I can’t help but notice that I’m lost in this moment with you.

And I do, I do regret all the things that I never said to you.

And I’m sorry, sometimes things just don’t work out, I’m choking on my words and I just can’t get them out.

Across The Room

I try not to stare, and I try not to care that she’s staring back at me from across the room.

I look so awkwardly, I hope that she don’t see me, the expression on my face.

I can’t breathe, I don’t see what she see’s in me. Something’s got a hold of me, I’m not breaking free.

I watch you from a distance, and admire you from afar. Your eyes can see straight through me I won’t get that far.

I try to hide this feeling inside. Oh god, I’m so cliche.

Untitled

This one’s for the kid picked last, for all the guys who the girls never talk to.

Here’s one for the so called losers, and all the kids smoking pot in the bathroom.

Here’s one for the girl in the bleachers, getting picked on by the cheerleaders, drop it all forget what we’ve done, and fuck everyone.

So what we’re different? Who cares what they say at all. I’m sick of listening to all of these fucking hypocrites talk.

I’ve been standing on the rooftop, I’ve been standing on the rooftop screaming, “Let’s hear it for the home team, three more cheers for the home team.”

Am I the one to blame?

So what we’re different? Who cares what they say at all. All the kids with their shady lies every time they try to talk.

Friday nights are for the home team. “Touchdown boys!” Fuck the home team.

Pep rallies are the death of me, how can I cheer if I don’t believe?