1. |
the start of a mixtape
02:00
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And they’re gone in a second flash
Wanted to know the reason but you couldn’t ask
Only talk by email correspondence
Cos you’re low on breath but they’re all out of conscience
So settle down and serve your sentence
Couple years to regain all your independence
And just like that they go right back to nothing
Than a face you used to see quite a lot
Can’t take the place of us from me no
Can’t take the place of us from me no
Oh my god who’s that? They’re gorgeous
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2. |
Sugarcoat
03:01
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White shoes
Standing, Walking
Should've tried to
Start off talking
Couldn't let it go
Keep on chasing thoughts of you
But just keep walking
Try to stay cool when you pass by
Choke on my words, could've said hi
Thinking of things we might'a done
Hoping I see you more than once
Looking for a love that you can't find
All the cliches that you couldn't buy
Promising made up guarentees
Sugarcoat all my fantasies - with you
Old shoes
Worn down show a different side of you
A desire to find better things to do
Couldn't spend your days
Counting all the different ways
That you'd be better off
You just can't seem to stop - mmm
Try to stay cool when you pass by
Choke on my words, could've said hi
Thinking of things we might'a done
Hoping I see you more than once
Looking for a love that you can't find
All the cliches that you couldn't buy
Promising made up guarentees
Sugarcoat all my fantasies - with you
I don't like all the things I used to
Try avoid all the places from my youth
They're just not any good if they're not new
It's been a while but think I'd still choose you
Try to stay cool when you pass by
Choke on my words, could've said hi
Thinking of things we might'a done
Hoping I see you more than once
Looking for a love that you can't find
All the cliches that you couldn't buy
Promising made up guarentees
Sugarcoat all my fantasies - with you
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3. |
Scooters + Shins
02:55
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Hey hey you you’re wasting my time
Try being friends then changing your mind
I’m not better than a work in progress
Don’t treat me like a broke ass person
Hey hey you you’ve ruined my week
Can’t stand can’t think definitely no sleep
Have coffee dead black cos I’m fuckin pretentious
Taking me back to personify anxious
You can talk me down but it’s not the same
You can keep the keys leaving me detained
But I just can’t stop wearing out your name
(wait sorry what was your name again)
Ooohhhhh
Wanna know wanna know wanna know
About the things that you don’t
Student loans
Driving slow
Post Malone
And I would even take a scooter to the shins
If it meant that you would maybe let me in
But I really wanna knowwwwww
Wanna know wanna know wanna know
If I can take you home
Hey who me you’ve got the wrong guy
I’m 5 foot 3 I don’t match the described
Might be coming on a little too strong
Maybe better if I stick to love songs
I’d do anything to make you pleased
I’d bite ice cream give myself a brain freeze
I’m not quite sure that was what you’re proposing
But I’ll over obsess on the self diagnosing
You could take me out on a passing train
Like a sniper straight shooting through my brain
If you just don’t stop wearing out my name
(wait what is my name I think I FORGOT IT)
Ooohhhhh
Wanna know wanna know wanna know
About the things that you don’t
Student loans
Driving slow
Post Malone
And I would even take a scooter to the shins
If it meant that you would maybe let me in
But I really wanna knowwwwww
Wanna know wanna know wanna know
If I can take you home
Ooohhhhh
Wanna know wanna know wanna know
About the things that you don’t
Student loans
Driving slow
Post Malone
And I would even take a scooter to the shins
If it meant that you would maybe let me in
But I really wanna knowwwwww
Wanna know wanna know wanna know
If I can take you home
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4. |
Dizzy
02:26
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Starts us young and tired
And it ends with us taking sides
Didn’t think we’d get so upset
Now I’ll sit here in my head tracing your silhouette
Cos you’re perfect and I’m scared that we’re not ready yet
Right person wrong time
Can’t even stand
But I don’t even care where we land
Cos there’s something broken with my inner ear
And I can’t keep balance if you’re keeping me here
So dizzy
Broke our shattered frames
But we kept them to try to fix us another day
Did our best just to try to make it last
Held our candle at it’s end until theres no more wax
Cos you’re worth it and I’d burn to hold you if you asked
Right person wrong time
Can’t even stand
But I don’t even care where we land
Cos there’s something broken with my inner ear
And I can’t keep balance if you’re keeping me here
So dizzy
Can’t even stand
But I don’t even care where we land
Cos there’s something broken with my inner ear
And I can’t keep balance if you’re keeping me here
So dizzy
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5. |
Late
03:17
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I’ve been thinking it over
I couldn’t take it back
Been drifting closer
To the edge of the tracks
I’ll talk for ages
You keep gently listening
Same stupid phrases
even with conditioning
I forget never let you speak
I’m never here ‘less we’re talkin bout me
Come on tell me about your week
I was there with the same apologies
I wish we could fall in love another time
but we’re just in different places
Ooh I’m burning you out
You’re tired of the cancellations
Ooh could I see you tonight
Just line up the constelations
If it can be arranged
Not sure it’s something I can change
I thought that we could but it’s getting late
I’ve been thinking it over
What it could’ve been
Tried to get to know ya
But I just need to do my own things
Late at night to be by myself, I
Know you think that I’m terrible, and
I know I’m not always amenable, but
I still think you’re incredible
I’m way too selfish
And flowers don’t do shit
If I keep repeating
Every single thing since
Maybe we could fall in love another time
But I’m not sure that there would even be a slightly okay time
Ooh I’m burning you out
You’re tired of the cancellations
Ooh could I see you tonight
Just line up the constelations
If it can be arranged
Not sure it’s something I can change
I thought that we could but it’s getting late
Ooh I’m burning you out
You’re tired of the cancellations
Ooh could I see you tonight
Just line up the constelations
If it can be arranged
Not sure it’s something I can change
I thought that we could but it’s getting late
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6. |
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Three weeks left ‘till you move away
Couldn’t see you enough so booked you every day
No more words that could’a made you stay
But I’m just working the courage up so I can say
You’re pretty cool
With untied shoes
You could tie me up if you wanted to
I’ll break my rules
And change my views
If you trip me up I would fall for you
Who’s this
You keep on making up excuses
And reasons why you gotta do this (don’t do this)
So stay right here cos I normally hate things
I I
Yeah I’ve been thinking all the ti-ime
Been thinking maybe you should stay mine (stay mine please)
Cos you’re pretty great and I normally hate things
One more night ‘till you’re not around
You can tell all my friends I’m at the lost and found
They’ve been telling me it’s not allowed
So stop pretending I’m lost and go get the hell out
I’ll chase you anywhere
It doesn’t matter I don’t care
I’ll make my mission competition
Be a multibillionaire
If it would help at all
It doesn’t matter what you call it
No position or condition
Could stop me waiting on your call
Who’s this
You keep on making up excuses
And reasons why you gotta do this (don’t do this)
So stay right here cos I normally hate things
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7. |
Digital Bullshit
02:59
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You used to smile when I made dumb jokes about the way you cut your hair
I wouldn’t say them now, cos it’s weird and I’m slightly self aware
I really wanna try the friend thing, but you give me nothing at all
I know that you’re gonna be someone, just maybe not the one one
Don’t tell me who you’ve been kissing in your spare time
Don’t act like we can do that and be fine
I don’t wanna see you on the internet
Scrolling past your photos when it’s 3am
Call me when you’re done I’m getting over it
And all your digital bullshit
I don’t give a fuck about Italy
Take another picture at The Colosseum
Call me when you’re done I’m getting over it
And all your digital bullshit
You only call in the new am but never send me messages
I know you think you’re smooth, but it’s just to avoid the consequences
You keep on leaving me on read, and I’m feeling kinda dead to you dead till your overseas number cameos on my phone like a friends episode and it’s my early afternoon because of different time zones
Don’t tell me who you’ve been kissing in your spare time
I don’t wanna see you on the internet
Scrolling past your photos when it’s 3am
Call me when you’re done I’m getting over it
And all your digital bullshit
I don’t give a fuck about Italy
Take another picture at The Colosseum
Call me when you’re done I’m getting over it
And all your digital bullshit
I don’t wanna see you on the internet
Scrolling past your photos when it’s 3am
Call me when you’re done I’m getting over it
And all your digital bullshit
I don’t give a fuck about Italy
Take another picture at The Colosseum
Call me when you’re done I’m getting over it
And all your digital bullshit
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8. |
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I went to see a band I didn’t like
Hoped I’d see you instead
Try to fill the air you left behind
I just can’t get ahead
I knew that we weren’t talking in the end
But still I sent the text
Two year anniversary I said
Confessions to an ex
You messaged back but not to me
You hit my friends up just to see
If I was okay and if it’s okay
To pass along I crossed a line
We shouldn’t talk you’re doing fine
And seeing someone else you maybe kinda like
Don’t expect my friends to keep your secrets
Barely been a week but somehow you’re seamless
Just another piece that I couldn’t place
I thought I knew you better than this empty space
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9. |
Confessions To An Ex
02:54
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I went to see a band I didn’t like
Hoping I’d see you instead
So out of touch under the flashing lights
I should have stayed with my friends
I know that we’re not talking in the end
But still I sent you a text
Another message and I can’t defend
Confessing that to an ex
Cos you take take take take take take then you’re gone
Couldn’t take take take take take it anymore
They’re just confessions to an ex
Like you’re the reason I’m depressed
I think I lost my self respect
When I confessed it to an ex
I thought that you might like to know (oh no)
I had to throw away my phone
I keep on running out of breath
With these confessions to my
All these confessions to my
With these confessions to my ex
A running conversation in my head
I seem to like them the most
Defibrillator straight into my chest
Because I self diagnosed
And I would swear to god I’m not obsessed
But then you heard all my songs
They’re just confessing to another ex
Who also didn’t respond
Cos you take take take take take take then you’re gone
Couldn’t take take take take take it anymore
They’re just confessions to an ex
Like you’re the reason I’m depressed
I think I lost my self respect
When I confessed it to an ex
I thought that you might like to know (oh no)
I had to throw away my phone
I keep on running out of breath
With these confessions to my
All these confessions to my
With these confessions to my ex
I didn’t know how to express
I’m signing off with O and a X
Uh Uh Uh
I’ve been fine it’s obviously underwhelming
Can’t decide if we should talk when you’ve been telling
All my friends just absolutely everything
No you’re not a very good friend
They’re just confessions to an ex
Like you’re the reason I’m depressed
I think I lost my self respect
When I confessed it to an ex
I thought that you might like to know (oh no)
I had to throw away my phone
I keep on running out of breath
With these confessions to my
All these confessions to my
With these confessions to my ex
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10. |
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I know you think it’s weird
Selling all our feelings just to try to make it a career
But it’s all I’ve got
It’s almost been a year
I’m lying it’s been months but it took so much longer to get to here
And I’ve felt so much
And now I’m gonna meet you in a shitty industrial parking lot
To tell me how you’ve been and try to make it seem I’m over you I’m not
I know we both know that
We’ve been here before
Said we don’t believe in
Second chances though
Could we break a promise
One more couldn’t hurt
Take a picture of it
Then have our just desserts
Have our just desserts
We could have our just desserts
Have our just desserts
It’s what we deserve
It’s what we deserve
They told you not to go
I don’t care what your friends think but I think I hate that they all know
That I’m seeing you tonight
And I don’t want to lose
I know we’re not competing but I just can’t stand the thought that you
Would pity me or treat me like a child
But I wanted you to want me cos if you did maybe I could want myself
I just needed you to know that you mean more to me than anybody else I think you know that
Cos I can’t stop writing songs about ya, they seem to happen by themselves
I know we both know that
We’ve been here before
Said we don’t believe in
Second chances though
Could we break a promise
One more couldn’t hurt
Take a picture of it
Then have our just desserts
Have our just desserts
Have our just desserts
Just desserts
I can’t i can’t feel it feel anymore
I can’t I cant be what you wanted before
Start a new game or stop keeping score
Stop keeping score
I know we both know that
We’ve been here before
Said we don’t believe in
Second chances though
Could we break a promise
One more couldn’t hurt
Take a picture of it
Then have our just desserts
Have our just desserts
We could have our just desserts
Have our just desserts
It’s what we deserve
What we deserve
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Daphnie NSW, Australia
Professionally sensitive, Daphnie is the alterego of Sydney drummer and producer Alistair Hayes. After ambling through a degree in jazz performance, the self proclaimed “jazz nerd” renounced his education in the name of alternative indie pop. Daphnie produces unusual soundscapes to support his catchy pop melodies and pulls lyrically understated metaphors from his own personal relationships. ... more
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