I Don't Know Why, I Don't Know Why

by Good Grief

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if you are feeling sad, listen to this album. it wont help you feel better, but it's always here for you.

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released September 25, 2015

tracks 1-10 were all written by Cameron Graves, and Curt Bryan III
recording, mixing, and mastering were all done at home by Travis Graves, Curt Bryan III, and Cameron Graves

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Track Name: It Doesn't Take A Trucker To Drive This Point Home
Everybody says I worry too much, well maybe you're just not scared enough
It's not like I enjoy being a sad mess, I'm just the right amount of depressed
The ones underground who never find fame, but are too good of artists to whore out their name
held back by the rich and die in debt, but are way too proud of a hipster to say it
I don't give a damn it's not who I am
you washed up faker thieves reap whatever you can
sell your stupid self, you're a million dollar pawn
when did being yourself become so wrong
well I don't really know what I'm bitching about, if it's not a fight it doesn't count
we need a struggle, we're artist, we're troubled, if you need to be paid and pampered
and someone to powder your ass, then you're not giving anything to music, you're not worth the shit
Track Name: Stick To Your Noises
could you really forgive me, before you forget me
I can't help but miss you, even when I don't want to
you think your thoughts all so unique, well it's nothing new to me
you're nothing like I've ever seen, you still listen too much to what they think
but I'm not scared, I'm too aware
cause I'm a goddamn man, and I hate that I am
I can't escape what I do, I just keep lying to you
you know I'm better than this, please excuse natures grip
just because it happened before, wont make loving me a chore
you're stuck with the family that you're born into
and friends are the only ones who can betray you
so your secrets aren't lies until you tell someone
once I'm dead you can say your disappointment will be done
you can say what you think is cool, I'm not writing a song for you
not even about you, I only write because of you
you're dumb if you think it's cute, your vengeance paid but never proved
I'm nothing like your fucking attitude
make all the money you want I'll stick to my noises
I write every hit sitting on the toilet
I'm probably going nowhere but you're going backwards
you think you're high and mighty but you're lower than the self loathing bastards
love is never fairytale, or wrote down in a book
I tried breaking that rule for you but you wouldn't even if you could
Track Name: Delivery Failure
I'm safe in my room until I look out
the sand and the sea are all upsidedown
if I could just make it out too the waves
then I'd be safe, I'd never have to breath
tears under a palm tree
we can just sleep on the beach
I hate the dirt but I love the sand
my fingers never mattered until they held your hand
I'd sing myself to death if it would settle your strife
I doubt I'll make us rich but I'll sure as hell try
tears under a palm tree
with eyes saltier than the sea
you'll know where to find me
we can just sleep on the beach
I know growing up is scary enough
and I was never good at acting tough
but I swear I'll keep you safe no matter the price
I'll do my best to do my best for the rest of our lives
Track Name: To He Who Has Lost Himself
it's been quite a while since then
I never thought that I'd see you again
what keeps bringing you back, was it something she said
what keeps bringing you back, and why can't I kill it
what the hell makes you think we are friends
you've come just to trip up my head
I'm not slaving to some alter ego
no I can't now that I've got it gold
what keeps bringing you back, was it something she said
what keeps bringing you back, and why can't I kill it
Track Name: Worst Kind Of Person
stuck across the room in a corduroy chair
every single friend is giving me the death glare
maybe it's just the drugs finally setting in
or that's what I told myself when I saw you leave with him
I can't defend or defeat the fear I've achieved
I can only thank you for giving it to me
I can pick my strengths but you decide my weakness
I guess I chose to hate when he's who you chose to sleep with
you never broke a promise, you just abandon them
I'll never be as honest as you are in your head
I never got so close to being proud of what I do
but maybe I'll crash and burn and finally find something I love more than you
but I didn't
and I wont
I'll admit it
you're a joke
you let me fall for
someone you're not
and then just lie more
when you get caught
I thought I loved who
I thought you were
but the real you
was never her
I am the worst kind of person
I am the worst kind of person
I cant say whats on my mind
cause all I know, it's not right
I am the worst kind of person
I am the worst kind of person
it's not love but I'm in something
it's not love but I'm stuck in something
Track Name: Too Late Loser
This aint over, this aint the end
but self medication can help me pretend
songs about love are almost as real
as the imaginary nutrition on your happy meal
don't give me another chance
I can't rid myself of this unlucky hand
and I doubt I will any time soon
so don't get comfortable
understanding what losers do
confuses me, I was never trying to
give up and I know neither were you
but you're too damn close and I'm too fucking rude
can I come over
it's too late
can we get back together
it's too late
can I hold back my tears
open flood gate
don't say what I think you're guna say
it's too late
don't give me another chance
I can't rid myself of this unlucky hand
and I doubt I will any time soon
cause you're too close and I'm too fucking rude
Track Name: Sorry, Not Sorry
I wish I could say sorry, but I can't, I just can't
too self loathing to be numb, too regretful to forget
you don't feel like Cinderella, and I'm no fucking prince
I guess I'll go and slit my wrist, die in love, and die in shame
and in a novel plot twist, the cut will be in thy name
I wish I could say sorry, but I can't, I just can't
it's all my fault that it's your fault
it's all my fault that it's your fault
and I'm your only fault
and I'm your only fucking fault
I am so melodramatic
I wish I could say sorry, but I can't, I just can't
Track Name: Lack Of Passion
just like the words I carved into the sand
we became washed away by the sea
waves pounding creates our terrain
after time separates more than just you from me
you left along with everything else
I'm not even good enough for myself
It's a mess that I've made of this life
so I wonder how you spend your nights
and with a lack of passion just leave me out to dry
and if you lack the attachments I'll go wait by the wayside
(pour xanax and alcohol down my throat
trying to cover up the fact I'm alone
get so fucking high I feel like a float
brought down to time square as a showcase of what not to be)
how original I think I am
putting ideas on a page
with a lie as beautiful as yourself
I'll push it all on stage
Track Name: The Front Porch (Is A Stage Only I Can Perceive)
you Killed it, my ego, it's all I cared about
and I, I'll just spout random rhetoric
regardless of rhyme or posture
oh what an impostor I am
I write these lyrics in stupid prose
drunk as fuck and ignoring the bros
tell myself, quit drinking, quit smoking
slovenly courting you at 3:43 in the morning
but in reality I wont fucking change
I'll pretend that the front porch is just a stage
of romance beginning and failing
because it's me and it's always my fault
Track Name: Fake (Slash) Lonely
I'd rather be lonely than fake
I learn better when I burn from my mistakes
I can erase what was seen
as if every cut was clean
but what does it matter now
I know you'll never trust me
I could turn it all around
but you're just guna have to believe me
you said you're going to bed before twelve
I ask if we can stay up and talk
next thing I know I'm talking to myself
writing the second verse to this song
but what does it matter now
I know you'll never trust me
I could turn it all around
but you're just guna have to believe me
what does it matter now, what does it matter now
I can turn it all around
but you're just guna have to believe me