Your Favorite Weapon

01. The Shower Scene 2:24 02. Jude Law And A Semester Abroad 3:40
03. Sudden Death In Carolina 3:01
04. Mix Tape 3:57
05. Failure By Design 3:15
06. Last Chance To Lose Your Keys 3:25
07. Logan To Government Center 3:02
08. The No Seatbelt Song 4:29
09. Seventy Times 7 3:32
10. Secondary 3:01
11. Magazines 2:50
12. Soco Amaretto Lime 4:44
Produced by Mike Sapone and Brand New
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music
Recorded at: The Magic Shop, by Juan Garcia; TomandAndy, by Brian Lane; Nada Studios, by John Naclerio; Sapone Productions, by Make Sapone.

Written by Published by All Night Chemist Music/Gut Bloodfoot Music/Nah Brah Music/Phatty Hooz Music (SESAC) Management: Ari Martin and Tom Gates for Nettwerk Management

The Shower Scene

It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to
turn out to be all of your
best friend's best friends
But I folded and I told
These aren't the things I've saved to sink you
but I folded, I told
So draw or throw and I will explode

It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said

Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great
I wish her... past tense my best friend
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But I folded, I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion

It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said

It's time for you to choose
It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
This is me in his room

Red, gold, I told
We don't play fair
Red, gold, I told
We never stand too close

So I update this almost every single day for you
I begin to hate you for your face, not just the things you do
Go tell him how my wrist is sore
from pulling at your insides all night
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you

 

Jude Law And A Semester Abroad

Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at. He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink (drift) for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...".
I'm without you.

So tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.

And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
"Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you."
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

It's 8:45. The weather is getting better by the hour.
I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
I'm without you.

So tell all the English boys you meet, …

Okay, no more songs about you
After this one, I ‘m done, you're gone
You’re never gonna get it right


Sudden Death In Carolina

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
So call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner.
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
We beat each other up just like we always do.
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Call homicide. Take the case to court.
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.

They hung her from the bridge on Monday.
The gathering turned into a mob out on the lawn.
They dropped her body in the river.
And school and work returned to normal before long...

Mix Tape

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
And it's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool...
blah, blah, blah
yeah, but I wish you were my shadow

Failure By Design

Watch you on the one's and two's.
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself because I make things hard
and you're just trying to help.
And when I wake up you're the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I'm so sore.
My voice has gone to hell.

And this is one more sleepless night because we don't believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out.

(This is over when I say it's over.)
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design.

And we just want sleep.
But this night is hell.
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard
and you're just trying to help.
I got no gas. (No Gas)
I'm winding out my gears.
This is one more day on the verge of tears.
And now my head hurts. (Head hurts)
And my health is a joke.
Now I got to stop because the headphones broke.

We don't believe in filler.
Baby, if I could I'd sit this out.

This is over when I say it's over.
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.)
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design.

I'm out of everything.
But no one sleeps till we get this * out on the shelves.
It's late. I'm faltering.
But this time I got nothing to say besides:
Do Do Do. Do Do Do. Baby, I'm better than this.

Last Chance To Lose Your Keys

I cashed in all my chips tonight,
and combed my hair till it was just right.
'Cause I've been thinking about you and me girl,
and we got something going on.

You told me you can't wait to see me
and then you didn't bother to even show up.
This whole situation is incredibly typical,
I should have seen it all along.

It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night,
With all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you baby.

You call me on the phone, and you don't even want to talk.
You're staring at me from across the room,
Then turn your back when I walk up.
We got inches away, and I never even got close.

So leave your lipstick at home.
Don't pick up the phone.
Don't bother to look in my direction.
I should have seen it all along.

It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night.
With all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you, baby.

Forget everything you think you know about me.
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool


Logan To Government Center

Dear,_______

Consider this a letter that I never sent
However inconsiderate it seems
Do you still consider me,
consider me the boy you laughed with
or that you learned to live without?... I suck,

I know I'm late,
I know you waited

You wouldn't get me on the phone
And you couldn't make me not alone

My phone bills stacked up by my bedside,
with your picture, you're looking surprised
You're what makes New England so great
My island nights are all spent dying
Wait for summer to become wrought with lips,
my wishful thinking

I never thought this day would end (never thought this day would end)
I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me (close to me)
So let my hands stray past that boundaries of your back…
And get you breathing
And well get this started

You could have made me not alone.

Love, ________

The No Seatbelt Song

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.

It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.

Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?

It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate...
perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.

"we're wrecking" and I'm dry like a drum, so fine I'll leave.
We're spent, take our time, measured. We slave for days.

It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose.
It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate...
perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.

Seventy Times 7

Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.

Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to.

As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.

Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)

So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.

And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation…

I can’t let you let me down again.


Secondary

And it comes down to you.
Never and ever.
Wrecked his day with looks and flirts
and midnight in your shortest skirts.

Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.

Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.

Stop the circulation to my legs and break my bones.
Dateless and late, I'm better by myself at home.
Past the point of trying, and I'm dying here.
Secondary. She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong.

Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.
[x2]

And it's my last semester...
And brothers always come first.
It's my last semester (It's my last semester)
At least until next winter. (At least until next winter}
But I'm sure that I'll be over this by then.

Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.

Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.

Better scenes... I wish she'd seen me.
Better off if I just let it be.
Better pretend it don't matter.
I'd be better off if I could have her.
Better days since the day I met her.
I better hope she got my letters.
Better off in two year stretches...

Magazines

Laetitia
you destroy me
so I can't see why
I feel so lonely
when you and me could be forever
perfectly perfect together I know
Broken down in my dead bedroom
stuttering to pictures of you
I know that you can always see me
I saw you staring through my TV last night

I'll leave the door open all night
If you decide you want to stop on by
Because you got to know
who's been singing that song on the radio
The one that goes... [the one that goes]

My friends all call me
crazy cause I
stay up late
anticipating
and planning for the day I sweep you
off your feet I'd never leave you alone

Laetitia
you got my hands shaking
I'm begging you oh baby please stop breaking
my heart because I got the feeling
that you and I will never even get it on

I'll leave a door open all night
If you decide you want to stop on by
Because you got to know
who's been singing that song on the radio
The one that goes...

Girl come to me
The only broken-hearted loser
you'll ever need
or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines


Soco Amaretto Lime

…when I pass the bottle back to Pete on the overpass tonight, I bet we laugh. …Cut me open. Sun poisoned. This offer stands forever. New haircut. New bracelet. Eyeliner. Wait forever. First kisses. New stitches. November to remember. Nightswimmers. Collar weekend. Appearance ticket. Watch her from the roof as she walks across her backyard... now go cry in your car. You're just jealous cause I'm young and in love. Your stomachs filled up but you're starved for conversation. You're spending all your nights growing old in your bed. And you're tearing up your photos cause you want to forget... It's over. You're just jealous cause we're young and in love. You're just jealous cause we're young and in love. You're just jealous cause we're young and in love. You're just jealous cause we're young and in love.