Clock Smash Ep

GRUDGE HOLDER*

 

There was a time when I was fine
But it has a way to creep inside
And wreck my peace of mind
I can help but over analyze
Every detail of a miserable life
Takes up half my time

Too much I'm still holding onto 
Too many parts of me became a part of you
Gotta remind myself what's gone on the past is left in the past tense
So long and I still remember 
When I felt like me and it was meant to be 
But I know I'll never see
Those places and faces again

Dead and gone, it should be done
With no sympathy for anyone
I should be moving on
Grudges held in time machines
Those were just words I didn't really mean 
Now they're tattooed to me

I don't know what's gone wrong with this head
I'm stuck in the moments i labeled regret 
I don't know what's gone wrong with this head
I'm stuck in those places and faces again 

 

 

 

*Music and Lyrics by Roger Lima

 ASCAP MoatHouse Music 2015

EVERYBODY HATES THEIR JOB*

 

He said "day in day out this endless repetition

I might need an intervention

I'm gonna lose my mind

Nine more days and i'll get my friday pay day

I've got these bills due yesterday

I'm running outta a time

After a double shift my brain won't slow down

Can't wait to just sit on the couch"

 

Cause everybody hates their job     

cause everybody hates where they work 

and we're all stuck in the same rut

and even my boss is a jerk

and there's not much we can do

but the music can pull us thru

and the hope left in my brain

that the world's not going insane

cause everybody hates their job

 

He said "i can't seem to, see any hope left after

Minimum wage disastasters

How do you make more time 

I'm just waiting for you to give me reasons

Why i should keep believing 

That it will work out fine

I'm punching out and i'm the last one to go

Can't wait to just be home alone"

 

Please don't complain to me

Cause anyone would rather be

Doing whatever they want 

 

Cause everybody hates their job     

cause everybody hates where they work 

and there's not much we can do

but somethings can pull us thru 

and for me it's these same chords

and the stickers on an old skate board

and the hope left in my brain

that the world's not going insane