
This is a demo version, I’m gonna try to record it again later, less monotone and better quality.
Lyrics:
I hate hearing bad news
And people in bad moods
Shut up, Shut up
I know I’m screwed
Get out of my room
`
But I have reasons to be happy
Don’t give me reasons to be sad
Don’t give me reasons to be sad
When I have reasons to be happy
`
And me and my friends, we’ll be
Talking about how we’d rather die sometimes
I heard it’s better on the other side
`
And when all my friends are
making out with their girlfriends
I’ll be writing songs here in my basement
About short-lived relationships and rejection
And finding myself out
`
I used to be afraid of being gay
But it was really an awkward jealousy
Of men who are attractive
But men I’m not attracted to
`
I’m not homophobic
I’m overly accepting
Just like the rest of us
Who are actually bothered by
`
Kissing and fucking and feeling uneasy in their presence
But we don’t want to say it
Cause we are such good children
`
And me and my friends, we’ll be
Talking about how we’d rather die sometimes
I heard it’s better on the other side
`
I could go to school
And get my grades up
But I could still be a fuck up
`
Cause I don’t have the ambition
Or proper motivation
To fake that I have good luck
`
And my dad was sick in the hospital once
I acted like I didn’t give a fuck
Cause I wanted to be optimistic
`
Is it too much to ask
To still be happy
When things are going bad?
`
Yeah, is it too much to ask
To still be happy
When things are going bad?
`
I hate when everyone
Wants to bring me down
Cause they’re down
`
I hate myself sometimes
Too
x3

That’s the album cover. The songs are written, I just need to record them and figure out the chords for half of them. It’ll probably be done by next weekend.
I wrote this song to be on a lighter note and get off the subject of heartbreak. I tried recording it today, but I kept messing up the guitar until my throat got sore from trying to sing it over and over again, so I’ll record it another time. For reading: It’s a very fast paced song.
I’d take my shirt off
But I don’t wanna show my nipples
Cause they’re unflattering
And I’m still single, I’d
`
Take my shirt off
But I don’t have the muscle tone
Like those guys
I swear they’re made of stone
`
I remembered summer
As flip flops and sea shells
Friends on the porch
Dad lighting the grill
`
Now us guys
Want to impress
Every girl we’ve ever met
On the sand
`
Ever feel your days aren’t counting?
`
Sand is tracking through my house
Itching in my bed
It’s hot and humid out
Pale skin burns too fast
`
But I won’t stay inside
On a day like this
It’s too “nice”
Outside
`
Blast the A/C
Or better yet, pop punk
Just be happy
Sweat and don’t give a fuck
`
You don’t always get
Moments like this
On your own when
You’re happy with your friends
…
So make plans
…
Ever feel your days aren’t counting?