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Hyperbowl

by School Trips

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1.
What did I say to you last? Three years have gone so fast I broke down in an attempt to find myself I’m on a quest to destroy my mental health Seeking some kind of sanity Oh shit, I miss my family This train is now my new home This bag holds all that I own Not really sure where it is that I belong Stuck in a hole between what seems right and wrong So eager to prove myself It won’t be long till I lose myself Three years down the drain But I still miss you Everything has changed But I still miss you You caused me so much pain But I still miss you Everything has changed But I still miss you.
2.
Auntie Bac 03:34
Pick up your fucking scalpels And wash your hands with anti-bac I’m not the same kid I was I want my fucking childhood back I’m slowly slipping, losing hold of the past I’ve never known time to move so fast I’m sorry friends, I know I’ve changed I’m really scared that you all think I am to blame Cut me open and see what is inside Please dissect my overly analytical mind Cut me up, I need it bad Sit me down and tell me all about the day you had Hold my hand and make me feel less sad Because when you’re around, things don’t seem so bad. Don your bloody aprons And scrub away today’s bad news A lonely twenty-something I’ve got so much to lose Struggling to keep on top of everything in my own life I swear to god I’ve never been So scared in my entire life You’ve been living so fast That the past is a blur And you can’t see what you’ve become, Memory so bad that it seems absurd But you still claim you’re having fun, Drowned in gin with a mile-wide grin Singing songs with all your friends, And as much as I know that I need to move home I’m so scared for this to end. Cut me up My heads a mess My nose is bleeding And I’m sick of these pains in my chest Recently I’ve learnt I don’t deal well with stress As long as you tried your best.
3.
I write speeches just to make my parents cry Is that a tear I see reflected in my older brother's eye? I know you feel it too I know you feel it too When the speeches come as songs they sound like an elaborate lie And my brother and my mother and my lover ask me why Oh why don't you write a happy song for me You sing the words, I'll tap a beat And I will write the melody I know you'd sing it too I know you'd sing it too I know you feel it too I know you feel it too I know I know I Tweet hyperbole and convince my friends That I would like to die I'm just lucky that I never had the stones to try Try to forget The bad that stuck to you Try to move on And do something brand new I know you'd do it too I know you'd do it too I know you feel it too I know you feel it too
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Holy Smokes 03:05
Touch wood We’re good Don’t sweat Understood Drain blood Swallow mud I did everything I could Promise all Watch you fall On the brink Then I stall Curveball Curtain call All it meant was fuck all. Holy shit I never saw it playing out like this Life is a bitch Tarantino couldn’t write this shit Holy smokes On the brink of tears laughing just like it’s a joke Stoned and broke Fucked up avoiding home, even though I should be stoked.

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released May 31, 2021

Recorded in across all of our bedrooms during the pandooski

School Trips is:
Rob Glithero - Guitars, Vocals, Percussion
Liam Lambert - Guitars, Vocals, Glockenspiel, Melodica
Sam Pickering - Vocals, Percussion

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