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Dead Friends

by Shouting Match

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Ross Carranza
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Ross Carranza I love this EP, I found one of your stickers in a coffee shop in Champagne. Please make more music this is beautiful, thanks.
Syd Davis
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Syd Davis Just some of the best, raw music I've heard in a while. Favorite track: Drowning.
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1.
August 13th 03:12
In my dreams I still see you driving that old beat down car I wondered who you are So my dreams are still my worst nightmares, underneath the stars I wondered who you are If I could bring you back I'd so in a heartbeat just so you could see Kyron's going into pharmaceuticals as you self medicated yourself too harshly Honestly, I was too selfish to see what I had in front of me, I am all too guilty And now, I've lost my last chance to say that I was sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry God, why do you take all the angels And leave what's left of hell on Earth? Now, why can't you let one live And experience our sin if it's really worse? Please, why can't you see That you always bring so much more pain than saving? God, I can't believe in you 'Cause I don't really think you believe in me Do you believe in me?
2.
12/28/15 04:53
We all knew in That casket was our best friend I smoke my cigarette and All of me just caves in We all knew when You slept we were awakened You smoked your cigarette then Left but not forgotten Left but not forgotten I guess they needed another angel x2 Last night I wished upon a star for alcohol to take my body I wished it everlasting Broken silence by baby cries stopped no tears, but years worth of heartbeats No amount of sympathy could heal this, no "sorry"s could lift the rain No laughter could overwhelm the crowd like the cries from your mother did Your father's words fell on listeners as 2 ton blankets And the prayers seemed to burst my ears And the prayers seemed to burst my ears Look straight forward Pat Ben on the back, just please Give me one last hug Speak to us once more but Your lungs are empty Mine couldn't breathe in that bitter air as you drove away I wished for my lucky I still see you roam hallways and theaters that are empty Distant traces of you linger Looking for an excuse to hear My nickname once more I am waiting for you to come back I am waiting for you to come back A body laid to rest, this year has been the deadest I somehow wish that the flowers inside of me will bloom with spring but somehow I wish flowers wouldn't flourish, again You're too grand for a handheld church You're too subtle for a cathedral We are too lost to find our way back home Acceptance had never slid so slowly down my throat The sunset on Friday set for you Pinks set forth into violet against silhouetted greens; amazing Water colored skies splashed on until night and I wished upon a star that my callused hands could a heart The candles burn I'll burn slowly A cigarette to the filter A cigarette to the filter I'll burn slowly A cigarette to the filter A cigarette to the filter
3.
Drowning 02:15
And I would rather be at the bottom of the ocean Than have my body stressed with your emotions I would rather be losing fingers to frostbite Then to have to say that I would stay one more time
4.
When I look out your window you search for what I'm looking for When I shake off the rugs you sweep the dirt of the floor When I type something in you look through my hard drive When I break all your laws I see the fault is all mine What if I came home What if I lost it all What if I came home What if I lost it all Would you yell and tell me how long it's been? Would you cry and say that you expected different? Would you say that you're sorry? Would you say that you're sorry? You locked onto my ways and I locked onto your taste My friends and I ate our weight while you sat and thought for days What if I came home What if I lost it all Would you yell and tell me how long it's been? Would you cry and say that you expected different? Would you say that you're sorry? Would you say that you're sorry? Would I yell until my lungs would cave in? Would I cry about how we are just too different? Would I say that I'm sorry? Would I say that I'm sorry?

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released July 14, 2016

Special thanks to Ryan Groff (head of recording and mixing at Perennial Sound Studio) and Will Penne (drums) for all of the hard work and collaboration.

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