Do You Feel Let Down?

by The Tiny Ugly Germs

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released April 2, 2015

Written and recorded by The Tiny Ugly Germs.
Guest vocals on "Interlude" by Ally Evenson.

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Track Name: Introduction
I hear my father's inner monologues,
I hear them, too
They sing a downtrodden melody,
That transcends the gods and as-seen-on-T.V.

It starts out dim in the corner,
But slowly sinks into my sheets,
Until it takes its wretched form and I know nothing of sleep,
Glues my eyes to the ceiling,
Searching for who knows what,
Painkillers bathed in black light,
A version of me I don't hate

It doesn't add up,
Something is not as it seems,
If we want to be happy,
Is this the way it has to be?
Track Name: Tell-Off
I'm in high spirits tonight,
So text me back something moody and dark,
Or express your elation,
How you're just so...
Blah-blah, bullshit,
It has no applicable weight
I do my best to diffuse your unrest,
But I'm not so charming, I guess

Telling you off,
In my head I am telling you off,
And again, I'm coming off too collected

I'm in a bad way tonight,
As always I'm feeling moody and dark,
But you put up with me and my cynical bullshit,
It's all just a desperate defense
Track Name: Chocolate-Covered Painkillers
In the black light,
Blue light bottles on the pavement,
I'm stuck here all stuck on you
'Cause you don't like my band,
You don't like me

Salesmen selling chocolate-covered painkillers and sunsets,
You're killing me,
It's endless,
I'm killing me,
I'm so goddamn pretentious,
It's just a desperate defense with no applicable weight

But you don't like my band,
You don't like the way I sing,
Why don't you tell me something I don't know,
Why don't you tell me something I don't already know

I'd like to look to past the look you gave when I told you I quit my job yesterday,
I'd like to be that man for you,
Who brings you chocolate-covered painkillers and maybe happiness, too

But you don't like my band,
You don't like the way I sing,
Why don't you tell me something,
Tell me anything I want to hear from you
Track Name: Deployment Patch
Send me to the sand and the sun,
Where you're not and hardly speaking,
Send me to the simple life,
Where contentment eats me away

Send me to the sand and the sun,
Where you're not,
And in my head I'm in the passenger seat of your Ford Focus,
You're closer to me

Maybe there are holes in the bottom of your heart,
Maybe there are flaws in the format of my love,
Do you feel let down?
Track Name: Gray Sub-Compact
(For S.C.)
Weathered affection matched against dumb, young lovers in backseat, breathless lust,
My hand in the grooves in the back of your hand,
Carved out by me and my chronic anxiety

I'm yours,
And you belong to me,
As miles and miles of lines and pavement pass beneath

Weathered affection matched against cheap quick thrills,
That are financed by depression and as-seen-on-T.V.,

I'm yours,
And you belong to me

If it lasts,
Is it happiness?
I think it's something more,
It's something more,
It's something with weight
Track Name: Interlude
I guess you're supposed to leave a note for friends and family to read,
But I'd rather just leave and never come back

I guess we're supposed to be happy or something that's probably a dream,
But I don't feel let down,
It's all just a twisted scheme to make you believe you're not having a good time
Track Name: Wednesday Afternoon, 3 p.m.
It's Wednesday's turn to make you sad,
So patiently waited all week,
I'm forgetting something,
Always am,
That's just like me

It's a turn-and-burn minimum wage-type week,
Then betray the daylight just to sleep it all off,
Summer moon is calling me out,
Always is,
That's just like her

And I'll answer or leave a drunken voicemail,
That violently shifts from being funny to just plain sad,
But I'll wake up and do it all again,
Don't you second-fucking-guess me,
I am made of gold,
But I won't be wrapped around your finger

It's Wednesday's turn to make you sad
Track Name: Daytime TV
I give up,
Yeah, you fucking heard me,
I'm done,
I've had enough of you and more than enough of me like this,
You've got such a lazy heart and a reckless way about these things

I don't need you,
I don't need you anymore

It's not enough to say you're fucking sorry again,
It's not enough for you to say that you want me here,
You've got such a lazy heart and a reckless way about these things

I don't need you,
I don't need you anymore

I kinda thought this would happen to me,
That I'd waste my life with such apathy,
When I quit my job I thought I'd finally be free,
But now I kill myself with with daytime T.V.

I give up,
Yeah, you fucking heard me,
I'm done,
I've had enough of you and more than enough of me
Track Name: Focus on the Family and Other Terrorist Organizations
So I'm a failure in your eyes,
If I am broken you are flawlessly repaired, I'm sure,
In the black light everything glows,
I can see your sadness glow

Clutch my hand long enough for your guilt to ooze between our fingers,
Tattooed crosses on your eyes,
I don't see how you could possibly see me
Track Name: Barefoot
I found a place for the gods to live and die,
With my shovel in hand I dug a hole in the dead of night for them,
They took the shape of shards of broken glass

I think I can think for myself,
I think you would benefit from living on your own terms

I found a place for the gods to die and never come back,
I'll never be happy but that's okay with me
Track Name: Conclusion
I hear my father's inner monologues,
I hear them, too
They sing a downtrodden melody,
That transcends the gods and as-seen-on-T.V.,
It loops on repeat,
I hear it incessantly

It starts out dim in the corner,
But slowly comes into light,
Reveals its wretched form,
Something ugly but I know it's not what it seems,
I am not what I seem,
Your happiness is just not something that I need,
This is the way is has to be,
I'd rather feel every last cut and sting,
Than feel weightless