- Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack
I woke up today and put all my shit in boxes,
It's 8am so I'm glad I wasn't out late,
I woke up today,
I guess it's good I hadn't finished unpacking all of this in the first place,
The suburbs have abandoned me,
I've had the same best friends since '93
I call he's not answering, No,
I can't get comfortable on my own street,
I'm not fond of South Philly,
Or how my neighbours love ICP,
I guess it's better than Bancroft Street,
At least the fridge here works and the walls don't leak,
At least I'm starting to see what's left for me
I'm starting to,
We moved on again,
So I packed all my shit and left home,
It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
'Casue I can see why you'd think so,
Nothing made me feel further away,
Than "Left and Leaving" through a blown car stereo,
Nothing made me feel closer to home,
Than "Ready to Die" through my headphones,
So, we reached the coast,
Where do we sleep tonight?
Damned if I know,
We'll try to stay at the airport,
"You can't send us home man, We've got no place to go",
We moved on again,
So I packed all my shit and left home,
It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
Don't say it's up to me
Don't say it's up to me
Don't say it's up to me
Don't say it's up to me
The creeks in the floorboards are calling out to me,
I'm laying here again,
with my head on my backpack,
Wrapped in my hoodie,
This is how it is when,
Don't say it's up to me,
Don't Say,
We moved on again,
So I packed all my shit and left home,
It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
We moved on again,
So I packed all my shit and left home,
It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
I stacked "Lonelier than God" next to "You Get So Alone Sometimes",
I know how this must look from the outside,
It took almost thirteen months for me to be where I feel fine,
I'm not as sad as I let myself believe sometimes.
Letras
- A Raindance In Traffic
All My Friends Are In Bar Bands
An American Religion (FSF)
An Elegy For Baby Blue
And Now I'm Nothing
Bout To Get Fruit Punched, Homie
Buzz Aldrin: The Poster Boy For Second Place
Came Out Swinging
Saindo Balançado
Chaser
Christmas At 22
Natal em 22
Coffee Eyes
Don't Let Me Cave In
Don't Open The Fridge!
Dude, What Is A Land Pirate?
Dynamite Shovel
Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack
Hey Thanks
Hey Obrigado
Hoodie Weather
Hostels And Brothels
I Fell In Love With A Ninja Master
I Just Want To Sell Out My Funeral
I Was Scared And I'm Sorry
I Won't Say The Lord's Prayer
I've Given You All
It's Never Sunny In South Philadelphia
Keystone State Dude-Core
Leavenhouse. 11:30.
Let's Moshercise!!!
Living Room Song
Local Man Ruins Everything
Homem Local Arruina Tudo
Logan Circle
Madelyn
Melrose Diner
Mike Kennedy Is A Bad Friend
My Geraldine Lies Over The Delaware
My Last Semester
My Life As a Pigeon
My Life As Rob Gordon
New Years With Carl Weathers
Passing Through a Screen Door
Racing Trains
Solo And Chewy: Holdin' It Down
Suburbia
Summers In Pa
Superbowl Sunday
Teenage Parents
The Bastards, The Vultures, The Wolves
There, There
This Party Sucks
Through Two Hearts
Washington Square Park
We Could Die Like This
We Were Giants
We Won't Bury You
What If We [Swam] Into Nothing?
Que se nós [Nadou] em nada?
When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong
Woke Up Older
Won't Be Pathetic Forever
You Made Me Want To Be a Saint
You're Not Salinger, Get Over It
Zombies Are The New Black