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I guess I'm supposed to write a breakup song
And throw it on the pile with all the other ones
I don't think it would help explain the year I've had
So I'll spare your ears from having to hear another one
I guess I'm due to write a heartbreak ballad
So I'll purposely keep the tempo up a bit
Maybe that will mask the sadness I feel every other day
And just stop me when you think you've had enough of it
I'm trying
Not to contrive it
I'm aching
At least I'm not faking it
I sat down to write about you moving out
But the imagery just felt stolen from other songs
I couldn't fit a few years into just a few verses
To encapsulate all that, it just felt wrong
I'm trying
Not to contrive it
I'm aching
At least I'm not faking it
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Bricks
03:55
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That old factory down the street
Burned to the ground, the other day
Now it's just a pile of bricks
Today they're sifting through the rubble
Looking for, I don't know what
There's nothing left to fix
The golden age of industry
Swept right through this town
Leaving empty shells of buildings
Until the buildings all burned down
And what else will remain
Except the stories a few will tell
Of the days inside those walls before they fell
In the smoldering remains
Of a building once esteemed
There can't be much of a trace
Of the men who toiled their lives away
For a pittance of a wage
To only just save face
The golden age of industry
Swept right through this town
Leaving empty shells of buildings
Until the buildings all burned down
And what else will remain
Except the stories a few will tell
Of the days inside those walls before they fell
That old factory down the street
Burned to the ground, the other day
Now it's just a pile of bricks
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With You
03:40
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When I'm with you
Even the same old things we do
They still feel weirdly new
I love the simple things that make you you
They still feel weirdly new
The simple, little things we do
When I'm with you
With you by my side
I don't know how, but everything thing's just fine
Though my brain is fried
And half our country's lost its fucking mind
And I feel like my brain is fried
But I know it'll all still be just fine
With you by my side
And I'm happy
In between trips across the sea
I love just being you and me
Camped out all night in front of the TV
I love just being you and me
And between trips over the sea
I'm happy
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Before You Meet Me
03:00
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You don't wanna get to know me
I'll only drag you down
I'm inept at relationships
Or so I have found
And I may seem like a nice guy
Don't you let that fool you
Somehow my twisted mind
Always gets the right and wrong things confused
You don't want me to write you a song
I'll only break your heart
The sappy verses are too over-the-top
They'll tear you or somebody else apart
And if I seem like a nice guy
Just do yourself a favor
Before you say a single word to me
Talk to somebody else who could be your lifesaver
I'm only looking out for your own good
I hope that you can see
I may not know what is best for you
But you don't wanna be tangled up with me
And I may seem like a nice guy
I hope that you'll know better
I'm a hopeless, hapless lover
Master of mistakes, a chronic forgetter,
An overexaggerated love letter
Leave me before you meet me
For whoever
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Scrolling through my address book
It’s not a book at all, just a list on my phone
There are some old coworkers from the job we used to hate
There are some people I honestly don’t know
Some of the best friends I’ve ever had in life
Have disappeared in the dust
There are some ex-girlfriends whose last names have changed
And who probably hate my guts
I think it’s sad to have lost contact with so many
Most of them I may never see again
I wanna throw the biggest party of the century
And invite every single one of them
The list of names, it goes on and on and on
I should delete quite a few
Some landlines long since disconnected
A Chinese place on a distant avenue
And old best friends, we only talk once a year
About the same as distant relatives
So many others who might as well be strangers
At least one is probably dead
I think it’s sad to have lost contact with so many
Most of them I may never see again
I wanna throw the biggest party of the century
And invite every single one of them
I miss all of my acquaintances
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Kevin Brosky Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Kevin Brosky spent over a decade in the Philadelphia music scene as a member of several original rock bands and musical projects. In 2019, he set out for the first time as a solo artist, recruiting friends into the studio to help perform on new original recordings. 2021 saw the release of a debut EP, Timetables, which is available now on music streaming platforms. He now resides in London. ... more
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