Screwdriver

by Crosstalk

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01:45

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released November 20, 2015

all music written and performed by jacob crimmins
mixed by jacob crimmins

thanks to carson, colin, emily, gordon, james, jesse, jonas, maddie, nancy, olivia, pat, pat, renee, rett & sam

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Track Name: Waking Up
i'm gonna go to sleep again
i'm gonna go to sleep again
been waking up at 3 am
been waking up at 3 am
i don't know how to lock my door

i'm gonna go to sleep again
been waking up at 3 am
been waking up at 3 am
been waking up at 3 am
I don't know how to lock my door

but I'm gonna go to sleep again
gonna go to sleep again
gonna fix myself again
gonna fix myself again
been waking up at 3 am
been waking up at 3 am

been waking up at 3 am
gonna fix myself again
gonna fix myself again
gonna fix myself again
Track Name: Safe
I want to be safe
I want to be well
isn't that great
ain't that just swell

I want to be safe
to never have fell
but I'm running late
I'm running late

I can't ever change
my clothes or my face
if they're out of place
I want to to be safe

I want to be safe
I want to be well
isn't that great
ain't that just swell

I want to be safe
to never have fell
but I'm running late

I can't ever change
my clothes or my face
if they're out of place
I want to to be safe
Track Name: You Came By Train
You came by train
And you stood on the sidewalk
Wondering how to get over the pain
You looked around
Felt no relief
Knew that your time on the sidewalk was brief

You left by bus
With you face to the pavement
It was clear that we'd broken you trust
But you came by train
No one here looks the same
As they did when they cared to remember your name

So I walk with the wind
On most foggy mornings
Searching for someplace that I haven't been

Wait at the light
And I'll tell you the truth
I was the one who was just passing through
Track Name: Driving South
We're gonna go so far out
Put on the radio and drive due south
To where grass won't root bitter
Where we don't feel like such quitters

Mountain time is gonna lay you flat
So says the nay-saying legion of rats
Don't mind them that's just their way
Cuz Midnight street scenes say you'll be okay

What can you do
When it's not up to you?

Without even leaving your couch
You force yourself into every crack
Cracks in bilnds walls and heads
Racked up an untracable trail of well-worn warnings

I'm driving south
Got my plans in check
Don't pull me out
I've already stacked my deck
Yeah, I'm driving south
At a fucked up pace
There ain't no doubt
I'll be completely erased

What can you do
When it's not up to you?

Don't be nervous
It's not worth it
Track Name: Purse
you laid your purse on the grass
lifelong dreams made of ash
before you even knew it, it's past
too numb, glassy eyed to ever last

everybody's fallen to their knees
too tired to even learn how to speak
you're walking in the shadows of them I see
where you gonna sleep this week

try not to make things worse
no matter how much it hurts
every time should be like the first
you only feel it in little spurts
needles poke through your purse

you always tell yourself that they're all wrong
and it hasn't even been that long
but you're already in this kind of song
and you can't even count the shit you're on

try not to make things worse
no matter how much it hurts
every time should be like the first
you only feel it in little spurts
needles poke through your purse
Track Name: Bore
you don't want to be a bore
but I see you there
scrambling for the door
and you don't want to be a bore
but you can't do this anymore

you pointed your eyes
towards the western sky
and you saw all the things
they told you you'd never find

people will bend
some people will break
so remember this then
and ready up your stakes

it's all done now
can you pick up the phone?
soon we're gonna see how
you can make it on your own

you'll shrivel up
like a moss in the heat
waiting on the maker
you're about to meet