Warm, Warmer, Disco // Won't Remember Me

by Paper Hands

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released April 9, 2016

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Track Name: Warm / Warmer / Disco
Jamie is whiny and melodramic.
She hates interjections when she's interrupted.
She spits when she speaks or is all of this me?
Either way my mother can't stand it.

Holly speaks fondly of theatrical punk.
She cannot tell when people get bored of her.
She feasts on her feelings or is all of this me?
Either way my friends can't stand it.

We speak fondly of ourselves,
We are what we eat when we dine on pretension and shit on the reg.

Will I mean Wendy no Wendy's okay,
She writes to her brother every third day of the week.
Her outfit's a trainwreck but she smells like the sea,
After the rain and I can't help but hate it.

We speak fondly of ourselves,
We are what we eat when we dine on pretension and shit on the reg.
I speak fondly of myself,
I mean what I say, what I say is so mean.
I can't blame you for going out.

I'm a stamp of approval on going postal.
If I were you I'd be a hole in the wall.
But then you lean in and everything fades.
It's just you and I cleaning up the mess that I made.
Track Name: Won't Remember Me (Johnny Kascukas Cover)
Things are different then they were a year ago
We were kids who didn't know what to do and I still don't know

Everyone wants to be a lawyer or a scientist
And I'm just pissed that I didn't get to spend more time with you

Maybe one day you will see me in the streets with my guitar and some newspapers as my sheets and I could die a lucky man but I don't think I will because you won't remember me and I'll miss you still

Things are different than they were a few days ago
And I'm just a man who doesn't know what to do I have no clue

Everyone wants a million dollars or a new car
I just wanna spend a night at the bar with my friends,
That I once had but now have lost

Maybe one day you will see me in the streets with my guitar and some newspapers as my sheets and I could die a lucky man but I don't think I will because you won't remember me and I'll miss you still