1. |
Everything Is Good
03:49
|
|
||
|
I looked at her and said I could do that
And since then I haven’t looked back
Too scared to look back
I live so fast so loud sometimes
It’s hard to find the spaces in my mind
’Til I’m pushed to the wayside
Everything is good, yeah it’s fine
’til I’m clawing out spaces in my mind
How did I get here this time?
Accidentally sleeping ’til the end of the line
Sleeping on my best friends’ lawn
‘Cause I’m too afraid
to get up and call
Watching it all unfold
‘Cause I’m not in control anymore
I’m not in control
Everything is good, yeah it’s fine
’til I’m clawing out spaces in my mind
How did I get here this time?
Accidentally sleeping ’til the end of the line
I can’t do this anymore
I’m not, I’m not in control
I can’t do this anymore
I’m not, I’m not in control
I can’t do this anymore
I’m not, I’m not in control
I can’t do this anymore
I’m not, I’m not in control
|
||||
2. |
Coping Mechanism
04:42
|
|
||
|
My coping mechanism has become the thing that I can’t cope with
and the things I used to be good at are now the things I need help with
like keeping my breathing steady and not feeling nauseous
Now I’m falling down faster than I want to admit
I’ve got two black eyes
From a weeks’ worth of sleepless nights
And I don’t know how to function
or how long I stay alive
And I’ve got to disguise
The fear that’s in my eyes
‘Cause if I think about it too much
I might finally lose my mind
I thought that by this point I’d be ready
Know what I’m doing but instead I’m barely managing
The holes in my shoes are letting water in
This isn’t working but I don’t know how to fix it
I’ve got two black eyes
From a weeks’ worth of sleepless nights
And I don’t know how to function
or how long I stay alive
And I’ve got to disguise
The fear that’s in my eyes
‘Cause if I think about it too much
I might finally lose my mind
|
||||
3. |
Overdrawn
03:44
|
|
||
|
I still buy alcohol before I pay the rent
I don’t save anything, cause I see no future yet
I’ve overdrawn, twice since Friday
Wishing oh just wishing oh, I could wish it all away
Haven’t paid my phone bill, I went over data
Just need to pass go, but its getting that much harder
And I won’t ask for help
Cause I can’t ask for help
Because help is a hell
You can’t get free yourself
My roommates won’t clean, though I say we’ve got ants
All I do is clean, I just clear up the mess
But I never have the time to do mine,
Not in my mind
My friends are putting offers in on houses
And from hard rubbish I still need couches
But I won’t ask for help
Cause I can’t ask for help
Because help is a hell
You can’t get free yourself
I’m too independent, it’s my detriment
But my biggest fear is incompetence
I’m too headstrong but it’s how I’ve survived
How else to explain that I’m still alive
And I won’t ask for help
Cause I can’t ask for help
Because when I’ve asked for help
All I get is the guilt
All I get is the guilt
|
||||
4. |
I Fucking Hate You
03:24
|
|
||
|
When you say you got up on the wrong side of the bed
I don’t know how to take it because the other option is I turn to dread
And I hope you know that I fucking hate you
For everything you forced me to
You'd say "you’re the laziest person I’ve ever met"
Scream in my face and then hours later you’d forget why
I couldn’t look you in the eye I traded sweat and tears while waiting for my
Blood to dry
And I know I should just forget it I should blacken my skin and let it all fall out
I can’t survive just cause I’ve gotta get
Over it and buckle down and find strength within
And stop blaming all my problems on words that were spoken long ago
I can’t let go
I can’t let go
And I know that I should just forget it, trade it up for something I can forgive
I can’t keep on but I’ll try to get
Over it and buckle down and find strength within
And stop blaming all my problems on words that went quiet long ago
But I can’t let go
I can’t let go
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
|
They say you don't want to live in braybrook
Not on the wrong side of Ashley St
'Cause every second house sells drugs
And there are no good public schools
But now it's a million-dollar suburb
So i'll try somewhere else
Fuck the western ring road
And it's two lane bottleneck
Fuck the western ring road
And the way it separates me from you
Fuck the western ring road
And it's two lane bottleneck
Let's tear up the community
Build another apartment complex
Seven stories aren’t high enough
When they’ll pay more for city views
And there's just not enough
Apartments in Footscray
Fuck the western ring road
And it's two lane bottleneck
Fuck the western ring road
And the way it separates me from you
Fuck the western ring road
And its two lane bottleneck that separates me from you
At least we follow the sun home
At least we follow the sun
At least we follow the sun home
At least we follow the sun
|
||||
6. |
Yarraville Mums
04:42
|
|
||
|
The place down the street sold for 1.7mill
And in this drafty house I’ve got cracks in my windowsill
I walk to the station just to feel the cold
I need some libations but they don’t sell them at Coles
And outside the market I sing for my meals
The gold and silver trickle down but i don’t feel real
And outside the sun they just see me and move on
The homeless people give me more than the Yarraville mums
My roommate’s moving out she’s moving to the south
And I won't see her anymore I’m so filled with doubt
I'm working once again for minimum wage
Is it even worth it if my bills are barely paid?
My parents say come back we miss you in the sun
But I ain't going back no more I am on the run
What would they say if they found out …
My sister’d be an only child I’d make it work a little while
'Till that day i'll keep up my escape
Busking outside Footscray station singing words, my creations
The homeless people give me more than the Yarraville mums
The students give me more than the Yarraville mums
The nuns they give me more
Than the Yarraville mums
|
||||
7. |
I'm Not Better
03:14
|
|
||
|
I start work at 7 in the morning
five times a week
And when I get there my boss hits on me
He’s married and 53
I can't get to sleep at night
They tell me, avoid my phone light
and when I wake up I drink too much coffee
it’s the only thing that keeps my head from spinning
My parents say I’d go to hell
if they ever saw me kiss a girl
They think nothing's wrong with me
that hard work and a church can’t fix
My friend
said they saw a
psychologist once
and now they’re better
I should go once a week
but they keep cancelling
why won't they see me
I got sent to the
psychiatrist and now
I’m on medication
It felt like my skin was burning off
I ended up in
the hospital
Now I’m other drugs
to stop me from going up
but I’m not better
I’m not better
I’m not better
|
||||
8. |
Don't Stab Me
03:40
|
|
||
|
Don’t tell to close my legs
Don’t tell me I have to shave
Don’t tell me ‘you’re not that hot anyway, bitch’
‘You’d be prettier if you didn’t shave your head’
‘Are you a virgin, have you ever been with a man?’
‘I’m gonna stab you’
Get your mind off my friend
Get your eyes off my friend
Get your fucking hands off my friend
We’re just trying to get where we wanna be
We’re not here to service your needs
Move your legs and stop touching me
I don’t wanna pet your snake
I don’t wanna be your date
Put your fucking dick away
Get your mind off my friend
Get your eyes off my friend
Get your fucking hands off my friend
I’m not a slut
I’m not a whore
I just don’t wanna talk to you
I’m not a slut
I’m not a bitch
I just don’t wanna talk to you
|
||||
9. |
Moody Creek
03:06
|
|
||
|
It crushes me in the dead of night
Don’t wanna know if you’re still alive
After what you did to me you wanna be friends
Never again
You always blamed me
You said I cursed you
You’ll never be anything to me
You said we were destined
To hurt each other but
Your memory is nothing to me
It was always my fault wasn’t it?
Never yours
You’d twist my words
and I’d quote a bible verse
Begging for forgiveness
Over and over again
Now you have the nerve to say we should be friends?
Now you have the nerve to say we should be friends
Now you have the nerve to say we should be friends
Say we should be friends
Now you have the nerve to say we should be friends
Now you have the nerve to say we should be friends
Say we should be friends
|
||||
10. |
Red Lips
04:06
|
|
||
|
Your eyes, they flicker in the light
Her smile, I see it fall away
Red lips, oh I’m afraid of red lips
Brown hair, dark eyes, red lips
They all tell a lie
Why am I not surprised
That in the light
I cannot catch your eyes?
His light, covers yours tonight
Her smile, jumps up again
Red coat, you leave in a red coat
all white, porch lights, red coat
what are you tryna hide?
Why am I not surprised
That in the light
I cannot catch your eyes?
Your eyes, they flicker in the light
Her smile, I see it fall away
Red lips, and I’m afraid of red lips
But brown hair, dark eyes, red lips
They all tell a lie
Why am I not surprised
That in the light
I cannot catch your eyes?
|
||||
Way Shit Footscray, Australia
Way Shit are a garage punk three-piece from Naarm/Melbourne. Formed in 2017 by three mates, Shelley (vox/guitar), Michael (bass), Kevin (drums), they are known for forceful live performances, raw lyrics and a sound that ranges from tender to ferocious — often within one song. ... more
If you like Way Shit, you may also like:
supported by 5 fans who also own “This Isn't Working But I Don't Know How To Fix It”
Her voice is unique in a great way, and I just love the lyrics to "Same for me".
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “This Isn't Working But I Don't Know How To Fix It”
Like Amyl and The Sniffers, this is feminist thrust in your face punk rock. Step aside. They're busting out bigtime.
go to album
REASONS TO BE ANXIOUS / BOY
by PINCH POINTS
supported by 5 fans who also own “This Isn't Working But I Don't Know How To Fix It”
Boy oh boy is Boy-o boy-o boy.
go to album
Baby's Gold Death Stadium
by Desert Sharks
A shadowy co-mingling of forceful hooks and fuzzy guitars makes the NYC band's latest a proper gloom-punk affair.
go to album
Volar LA Set (Flat Worms, Tracy Bryant, Part Time/Drinking Flowers, Cosmonauts, Susan)
by Flat Worms
Collected tracks from five bands including Cosmonauts, Susan, and Flat Worms provides a look into the vibrant Los Angeles music scene.
go to album
Pugnacious post-punk has unexpected melodies, bright guitars and bouncy rhythms. Jam out.
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “This Isn't Working But I Don't Know How To Fix It”
The vocal delivery for this song is incredible!
go to album
