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released 25 April 2015

All songs written by Benjamin Buttice.

Benjamin Buttice-Guitar, Vocals, Bass.
Mitch Keller- Drums
Alex Bailey- Backing Vocals

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jason Larson at Dead Pigeon Studios.

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Track Name: A Little Bit Confused
I know your mother drives you crazy
Well, your lips drive me insane.
And I wanna watch you speak so bad, tonight,
It gives me pain.
And, it's well past 2:00 in the morning
And, I know I shouldn't call.
I've been drinking all night,
I've got nothing to say at all.

Well, I guess I just get lonely
And a little bit confused
Why it is I'm so unsatisfied
When I'm doing exactly what I set out to do.

I know it's a long way to wander
But, your legs are being squandered.
And, I want to watch your hips sway 'til
I just can't take it any longer.
And, it's well passed 3:00 in the morning
And, I can hardly stand.
But, I think I'll just start walking, darling.
I can make it. I know I can

Well, I guess I just get lonely
And a little bit confused
Why it is I'm so dissatisfied
When I'm doing exactly what I set out to do.

Was thinking maybe you could call
And tell me I am fine.
And it doesn't even matter if we both know that you're lying.
Well, I guess I just get lonely
And a little bit confused
'Cause, when I was a kid, this is what I said I'd do.
But, when I was a kid I didn't miss someone like you.
Maybe I'm just stubborn.
Lord, I can't back down.
Wanna bring you something beautiful when I show up on your doorstep
But, all I have is sound.
Oh lord, I can't back down.

Now, it's well passed 4:00 in the morning.
I just can't walk anymore.
I've been stumbling double the distance
My legs are tired, my feet are sore.
I know your mother drives you crazy.
This whole world drives me insane.
I just want to make you proud so bad
Of every song I ever sang.

Well, I guess I just get lonely
And a little bit confused
Why it is I'm so dissatisfied
When I'm doing exactly what I set out to do.
Track Name: The Problem With Hero Worship
We were raised on heroics,
But here we are
Sitting in the cold
Trying to start your car.
And I can't stop being sorry
for taking this so hard.
I go too far.

We should've cashed in years ago
When I was Kennedy and you were Monroe
And the whole town was crying
"Oh, poor Jackie O."
Two dead American heroes.
But, I've got no Oswald
You've got no dragon's dawn.
More like Jack and Diane,
Talking 'bout "Life goes on..."
Oh, what a shame.

We were born in the jet stream
But not quite blown away.
We just blew our potential
In the back seat of your Lincoln Continental.
And I can't stop feel guilty
For getting so sentimental.
I go too far.

Sometimes all I remember is
That sunday dress, that monday morning, caught in the rain.
My father's promises, your father's threats.
Your mother just going completely insane.
But, I was fearless then.
Lord, I was young.
I told you I was certain, and
I thought I was.
Your mother just going completely insane,
Pulling out her hair and singing
"Lord, what a shame.
But life goes on...."
We go too far.

We should've cashed in years ago
When I was Kennedy and you were Monroe
And the whole town was crying
"Oh, poor Jackie O."
Two dead American heroes.
But, I've got no Oswald
You've got no dragon's dawn.
More like Jack and Diane,
Talking 'bout "Life goes on..."
Oh, what a shame.

We were raised on heroics
But here we are,
I'm grasping for the gold
In the back seat of your car.
And I can't stop feeling sorry
for taking this too far.
I come so hard.
Track Name: Mule
I crammed my shit in my bag
And put on my jacket, even though it was warm.
And had you run me though the process one more time.
Put my book in my pocket
And took off my glasses to wipe my eyes
And rolled another cigarette for the ride.

We listened to "Megan"
And I didn't cry.
I just kept repeating
"This is real life."

I made my way through the turnstile.
Leave it how you found it and do no harm.
They had to put me through the process one more time.
My nose and my keys were begging me "Please,
Don't set off alarms."
Just another broken promise to my ex-wife.

And they were singing,
"Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
And giving me strange looks from the gate.
This is returning. This is forever flying homeward.
I got here early. But, I'm afraid that it's too late.

I tossed my bags in the back
And took off my jacket, even though it was cold.
Ran my way backward through the process one more time.
Crammed the cash in my pocked
And took off my glasses to rub my eyes.
Rolled another cigarette for the drive.

I listened to music that I don't recall.
It wasn't easy. I just had to make a call.

And they were singing,
"Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
And giving me strange looks from the door.
This is returning. This is forever flying homeward.
I got here early. But, I just can't recall what for.