Split

by Knuckle Puck

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Split 7" with Neck Deep.

Recorded at Always Be Genius Recording Studio in Crown Point, IN with Seth Henderson.

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released 25 February 2014

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Track Name: Gold Rush
if i don't start sleeping on the floor again
i'll be testing out my patience
i wasn't always selfish
and I'm starting to think that there's a reason
that i couldn't keep our trust; i think started to see through you
cause gold can't rust

i woke up and i thought i'd felt the end again
it's a pain that has worn into my skin
there's only so much that i can take back once you're gone
so let the bad luck clutch my arms
i swore i wouldn't feel this way anymore

if i don't start sleeping on the floor again
i'll be testing out my patience
i wasn't always selfish
and I'm starting to think that there's a reason
that i couldn't keep our trust; i think i started to see through you
cause gold can't rust

i've gotta get used to growing old without this stable ground to walk on
i never really moved on
and if you wanted honesty i'll throw it back like I'm 16
so if you wanted honesty i'll throw it back like I'm still...

if i don't start sleeping on the floor again
i'll be testing out my patience
i wasn't always selfish
and I'm starting to think that there's a reason
that i couldn't keep our trust; i think i started to see through you
cause gold can't
Track Name: Fences
I look back at the mess you left inside my head
I realize what a nervous wreck I actually am
I swore I wouldn't die a tradesman
like every other prick in the town that we grew up in
who you'll probably end up with

I don't think about you anymore
cause memories of you are like a treadmill,
i keep running, but I'm not getting anywhere
i'm not getting anywhere

if I'm not over this then why do I still roam
for a better place to grow? not a backyard or my home.
just grant me silence from your side of the county line
I think you owe me that
for kicking me when i was down

I don't think about you anymore
cause memories of you are like a treadmill,
I'm not getting anywhere
now that we both understand, stay on your side of the fence
(stay on your own side)
say what you will, but I never asked anything of you
(just like you wanted to)