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These Are Only Problems

by The Murderburgers

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1.
I’m an ugly piece of shit with a fucked up face and broken teeth and no place to go most of the time and the older I get the less I care about the fact my whole life’s been a steady decline And I drank myself stupid to make my mouth smart and successfully ruined all the time that we spent then by the time I woke up you were gone, I never got the chance to tell you I think you’re heaven sent So you want nothing to do with me, understandably You want nothing to do with me, but I think I’d rather be living in discontent than waste 52 more weeks wondering where all my time went and although these pockets have been empty for so long and although I keep on writing songs in the key of me dying inside I don’t feel like I’m running away, I don’t feel like I’m running away anymore I don’t feel like I’m losing a day every time that I walk out the door onto freezing cold streets, crushing leaves under my soaking wet shoes full of holes and although it’s not really going to plan, I hope you understand that I’m just trying to find a way out that doesn’t involve tying a noose and kicking a chair.
2.
I listen out and look around but everything is muted and brown and I could sleep for days and hope that things will turn around but I know when I wake up it’ll still be muted and brown I know I can’t keep living in the past but the future’s always worse and I’m beginning to think it’s just the way it is and that there’s no such thing as a curse I’m sure I can think of ways to change, I just need to get out of bed first I’ve avoided taking a stand because I keep falling down you say I never learn and that I never will that time spent killing me just adds to time I kill So I can poison myself until I black out so that another boring weekend is done or I can open my eyes and the blinds and start to get used to the sun I’m so sick of everything being stagnant, I’m so sick of everything being stale I’m so sick of watching from the shore as every ship sets sail so I guess I’ll keep my eyes open and keep an ear to the ground and keep my fingers crossed for colour and sound.
3.
I keep all my scars covered up, but every once in a while they open up and new stitches only hold up for so long, so it’s pretty obvious that something’s wrong Then for no reason my edges start to fray and I worry about driving you away and end up driving myself insane, then end up back at square one again But I’ve spent time to make sure I’m at peace with my own mind So I hope someday I won’t regret that I didn’t say That I’m sorry in advance for complicating things and even wondering why I’m watching you walk away or have to hear myself say that I’m sorry for this mess, and that I really tried my best but instead I’ll fall asleep smiling with you next to me, my dear then wake up with you still here I won’t forget about the promises I make or multiply the chances that I take or torture myself each and every day that these songs take me further away I won’t do my best to avoid being awake I’ll keep something in mind for my own sake That even though I can’t quite see an end I know that soon I’ll see you again I’ve learned from all my own mistakes so I won’t hear myself say That I’m sorry in advance for complicating things or have to wonder why I’m watching you walk away I know I won’t hear myself say that I’ve created a mess through failing to do my best There will be no reason to get depressed No need for sorries in advance, or at any point in time I’ll just be patient and I hope you will be too and I promise that you won’t see me walk away There will be no sense of decay You can fall asleep smiling then wake up in the morning aware that the smile is still there.
4.
As I watch my breath moving towards the bedroom light I know I’m in for another freezing cold sleepless night and if you’re wondering what’s on my mind I’m thinking of days when I spent less time in bed with more thoughts in my head than just "not this again…not you again" When winter doesn’t end what the fuck can I say? What the fuck can I do? I don’t know why I even bother half the time Try to convince myself I’m not done and that it’ll all just thaw out in the sun and that it’s not all reached an end but just begun but I’ve only found I feel so fucking lost so I stay behind the glass and watch formations of frost and avoid the outside world at any cost and if you’re wondering how I get by I avoid thinking about how things could have been and try to convince myself that I don’t miss you, but I know I do I don’t know why I even bother when half the time I sit here counting up goodbyes and subtracting the ones I have made sense of then spend most of my time wishing that I could think of something else to do, could think of something else to say I sense yet another wasted day so it’s probably time to fold and remain freezing cold I don’t know why I even bother at all.
5.
I’m just another prick in a headset wondering why the fuck I’m not dead yet wondering why I’m getting talked down to for doing boring shit I don’t want to and wondering why I made the assumption that I could just give up and function as a member of the playing dead society All because the last few years I’ve spent most of my time dialling 9 to get an outside line as I tell myself again that it’s really just a means to an end but I’m here to work, I’m not here to make friends I won’t be making ends meet but soon you’ll be meeting your end on the pointless path you’ve paved, it’s amazing the time you’d save if you’d admit that you’re already in your grave You’re halfway up a ladder that you don’t want to climb but you just go on and on and on and on and on and on and up and on I’ve found better ways to spend my time and I’m not ashamed of who I’ve become but can’t deny that I need to remind myself that although desperation has went from being temporary went from being temporary to permanent that it’s no longer scary when I can’t pay these bills on time or make the rent the panic button is close to redundant, fear fades away So tomorrow morning at 9am you won’t see me at all You won’t even notice that there’s no courtesy call until there’s a drop in productivity then you’ll remember me but not my face, not my name but my employee number Regurgitated words of wisdom in your leaving speech won’t make me want to stay.
6.
I couldn’t control the corners of my mouth the last time I left Ballenden House because I swear I’m never going back there but even though I’ve regained my health I still find time to torture myself and convince myself the situation is worse than it is I can’t deal with nights like this when it all fades to black and air just disappears So please don’t remind me of things that I can do without and of nights spent wishing she’d come find me stuck in this rut and pull me out but instead I kept you hanging round to drag me down I like to think that I live a lie when I’m working from 9 til 5 and that these nights are what define me but my definition is not regret paralysed in a bed of sweat aching from my cranium to my jaw as all the demons gnaw on what is left of my brain somewhere in between I’ve got a lot to sort out and today is the perfect Autumn day to think this through walk up and down The Innocent Railway for an hour or two when it starts getting dark I head back home to work out what to do we’re both to blame for wasted days but it time to cut you loose because this is all you seem to do - You remind me that I’m worthless, you remind me that I’m always tense You remind me that are the simplest things leave me confused as I struggle to make any sense You remind me that I’m weak willed, you remind me of the nights that I spent high to forget another face, another name, to forget another goodbye You remind me that with each step forward I’m already contemplating stepping back to digging my nails into my pale skin and let the whites of my eyes turn to black You remind me that I’ll never grow up, but not in the way that I’ll always have fun In the way that I’ll never progress, I’ll always be a mess and do my best to block out the sun, that’s why I am think I’m done I’m through with blocking out the sun, that’s why I think we’re done.
7.
Wide awake at 2am, trying to push my eyes back into my head Hoping the ringing in my ears will make me forget all the things that she said and make me forget all the things I’ve not said My brain feels so fucking heavy, like it’s swelling in my skull and putting pressure on my neck and on my spine So the next time that it’s someone’s fault that I end up flat broke, alone and miserable I hope that it’s not mine.
8.
You no longer look the same or want to get out of bed most days You say your life’s lacking structure and that you need something more Man, I’d like to help but I swear I’m struggling myself I’ve been listening to self help tapes to restore my mental health Snap back a few years ago, we had loads of fuckin’ time All of our omens seemed benign, now all we see is warning signs Don’t you ever want something more? (Because the defeated look upon your face is one that I can’t ignore) Because I know I do, but I know it’s hard when you think the glass you’ve got is half full but you’re just sipping on shards If you say you’re “happy” then I guess that’s “fine” but I can’t be too critical, because when I think about it I’m just as bad/good at playing dead All my best friends are dying and it’s fucking killing me.
9.
The lump in my throat reappeared today, I’m a fool for thinking it had gone away but I’m hoping things are simpler than they seem because I’m getting used to normal dreams The past few months I’ve put myself through hell, not to mention other people have as well but through losing touch I’ve gained the ability to step back and practice empathy So believe me when I say I sympathize when I see the worry in your eyes I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care, but I know there are things that you can do without So we will work it out, because there’s no doubt that everything evened out when I met you These are only problems, dear - they are there to get solved and I know it’s easy to lose sight and blame yourself for it all because I’ve been walking barefoot on my own eggshells for years and wondering how eyes so empty could produce so many tears But we can work our way through the shades of grey and there will be no need to feel down someday and each and every day I’ll be here.
10.
I crawled back into bed after an hour today because the feeling of failure hadn’t gone away but my list of things to tick off is getting long and there’s only so much good that can come from writing a song So I unlock the door and hit the street Ignore my tired eyes and dragging feet force myself to do my time in this waiting room because I’ve struggled to find the path to my modern mind so I guess the primitive just won again this time I’m damned whatever I do and I’m doomed if I don’t I don’t know what’s going on Before the setting of the sun I can’t get anything done but still the day seems too long Another miserable song about everything going wrong It’s getting hard to stay strong I don’t want to be here no more, but I know one thing for sure I’ll miss you when I’m gone I’ve lost the feeling that I’ll ever get some kind of balance I’m hoping that it will come back someday Then everything will seem alright and I can sleep at night without thinking my dreams are out to get me and happiness won’t be killed by sickness Someday I hope I’ll find that I’ve crossed my own mind for the last time.
11.
She used to call me Elbows, she used to call me Elbows but now she doesn’t want to call at all and it’s my fault Take a look at these elbows, these fucking glorious elbows! but no one wants to look at me right now and I’m to blame If you want to you can count them here, I’ll help you - see, there’s 6 both my brother and my dad only have 2 lately I’ve been focusing on insecurities and I’ve become a parody of myself and beat myself black and blue and I just haven’t known what to do but now I know what to do Because these elbows are different now, these elbows have changed These elbows all hate each other, these elbows are deranged but there’s life in these elbows yet, I have faith they will pull through I believe in these elbows, I have room for these elbows, I’ll hold out for these elbows I hope you do too.
12.
I’m pretty drunk right now but I can hold a pen and scribble frustrations from way back when you were so near yet so far from being around self destructing somewhere until it put you in the ground but unanswered questions and grudges will be the death of me I’m through with winding myself so tight I can hardly breath and I can’t get what I want from whiskey and therapy so here’s to sobriety followed by clarity It’s time to tell you what has been destroying me I hate you for the nights I spent standing out in the rain hoping I’d see your car come over the hill again but deep down I knew that wouldn’t come true I guess I never thought I’d expect so little from you I didn’t want to forget your name, but I tried to all the same but it didn’t go to plan, so I want you to understand that I don’t blame you for losing touch or blame you for breaking down I’ve had days when I block out the sun and don’t want anyone around and block out doubt by getting drunk and passing out and struggle to find anything positive to think about so I’ll place no blame and avoid disdain and rather than forget you, there’s one other thing I can do so… Christine, I forgive you and now I move on.
13.
In my inner mental room is where I sit and where I struggle to understand why nothing has gone to plan and think of words to say to make it through the day and write them on the wall in block capitals and let them sink in, then take a deep breath in and then open my eyes and tell myself again this will pass (I hope this will pass), won’t catch me drinking alone at the underpass until the sun comes up because I’ve given up, it’s easier to quit and wait for an exit but this will pass (I hope this will pass) won’t catch me staring blankly at a half empty glass until the sun goes down because I can’t get my head round the pointless thoughts that I amass but this will pass In my inner mental room I see you sitting there laughing at my film screen watching my memories times of constant unrest, depression and distress and crushing pressure inside my head and chest that had me close to tears, I have no doubt that fear is what took my hand and lead me down to here Jesus has nothing to offer me and Buddha just left me confused but I’m sick of wasting my time counting ways in which I lose I always lose I smash fuck out the film screen and I wipe the words off the wall then your face disappears and I have no reason to panic at all walk out, lock the door, throw away the key and make my way up the stairs for the time being I’ve no reason to spend more time down there Although I still don't know what I’m doing or where I’ll be at the end of the day if I can simplify things then I think that I might be ok because once you’ve accepted that food is for sustenance and that clothes are for keeping you warm then there’s much less in this world that can do you harm.

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Our 2013 full length "These Are Only Problems", released October 7th that year on Asian Man Records/Monster Zero.

Recorded By Boab @ Punk Rock Rammy in Cambuslang, Scotland on various dates throughout November 2012, and by Jamie Ward @ Park Farm Studio in Leicester November 15th-18th 2012.

Mixed by Matt Allison @ Atlas Studios, Chicago in January 2013. Additional mixing by Jamie Ward.

Mastered by Collin Jordan @ The Boiler Room, Chicago in March 2013.

Also available to buy directly from Asian Man Records in the US and Monster Zero in Europe!

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Pop punk band from Scotland on Asian Man Records/Brassneck Records/Umlaut Records/Waterslide Records. Also on indefinite hiatus since Dec 1st 2019.

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