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Pretty Okay​!​!

by Pennsylvania Trash Ghosts

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1.
Den 01:16
Sick and fucking tired of watchin you fall apart how can you put that needle in your arm when you know the effects that it has on your family friends and self hows it feel upon that shelf, bathing in your shame and regret unlid your eyes and plea what the fuck is wrong with me (chorus) what i'd like to see is you put it back together and make amends, get clean and re-enter my life as a father and a friend how do you call youself a parent when you never see your kids too busy walking the streets alone or using in that DEN you call a home you were my hero, to one i looked up to youve gone and thrown that out i breakk down as much as you shoot up so put that needle down (chorus)
2.
984 Miles 04:12
Some people say they build up walls to see who cares to tear them down I can’t relate I‘m more the type to throw the bricks at you, then ask for them back so I can build it again I’ve always gone through life just hoping that you felt the same way And gave wide berth not out of courtesy but just to avoid the side effects of a brick to the face Know I was listening when you cried on my shoulder I know you wanted me to tell you that things would get better But how could I know that? Sometimes they get worse I stared at the clock it kept ticking on past The little moment where I hadn't fucked things up yet I tried my best to hold it in place Because I Would walk 1000 miles To avoid awkward eye contact Or feeling kind of stupid Even just for one second And I Would shrug 1000 times But not one more or less Because numbers aren’t poetic Unless they’re big and round And so you'd say say the ones you love were always bound to let you down I looked away and wished that I could promise I wouldn't, and yet in that moment I already had I just got all caught up in searching for the right words to say And by the time I had prepared a statement that you wouldn't take the wrong way You were gone, and wouldn't take my calls I give cold shoulders to keep the room from melting And when that fails I hold my breath to keep myself from drowning Don't tie yourself to me, I never learned how to swim There's a fine line between supportive and invasive And I'm so terrified to come within a mile of it I'd rather say nothing, I'd rather be nothing Because I Would walk 1000 miles To avoid awkward eye contact Or feeling kind of stupid Even just for one second And I Would shrug 1000 times But not one more or less Because numbers aren’t poetic Unless they’re big and round and i would write 1000 lines of uninspired poetry over a cliche melody its better than sincerity
3.
On Mondays, I do the laundry at a twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree. I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive. I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with. I guess you take it one thing at a time. I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning; last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland. I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie. Like my neighbor, he's got business. If you don't know about it, better keep your distance. Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life. On Wednesday, ran into Connor, drinking like he was already a goner. He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine. I said: "When you talk like that, you make me real nervous. No, don't be inviting me to your funeral service. Throw down your fucking chips, let's play for keeps this time." Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up. I heard you started smoking crack again and caught up: catching cases robbing houses, just to stay alive. So I hung up, and called Vanessa, and I told them that I left the rent on the dresser. It wasn't even half of three weeks late this time. On Fridays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree, past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high. I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but lately I don't even know what that word is. I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime.

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Debut EP for folk-punk trio Pennsylvania Trash Ghosts

Avery Budnick - Guitar, bass, banjo, Vocals
Crow Sheehan - Vocals, Guitar
Trevor Reitano - Vocals, various wind instruments

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released October 16, 2016

Mixed and mastered at Bonehead Studios in Cromwell, Connecticut.
All songs (except where noted) written by Pennsylvania Trash Ghosts.

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