How does it feel
to be under the eyes
watching so closely
buy what you can't have
what'd you have
wish I could everything you have
and you wonder where your friends
have gone
how's it feel to have
just a few ones
wish you had more than the one you had
everything that you ever had

[Chorus:]
I wish I could find a way
to wish it all away
and all that you want from me
can disappear

I've never known what made you get up and go
And what pushed you over the edge,
When we were up on the roof
Was it the truth when you said
You never made a single difference.
Did you get it in your head
That things are better left unsaid
when you up and left town now?
Did you need to rearrange
Or did you need to make a change
Rather than just rotting the place
We used to hang around?

Chorus:
Throw the brick
yeah, one more time
thinking of my problems that I left behind
throw the brick one more time
throw the brick
(x2)

Two days before his mom went and moved him
To a trailer park in Florida from a suburb in Michigan
he left the house headed for someplace downtown
thinking who needs them, cuz they brought me down
out on the streets, words burning in his brain

you know my best friend
just left yesterday and I know
I know your girlfriend
couldn't explain why she just moved away
things are so the same
that all I can really bring myself to says is that I know
and remember when they said
just how long can your ideals
keep you warm and we just laughed
that kinda nervous laugh
and we just sang along to that song on the radio
and yeah just outside

Have you been feeling down, pushed around
Feeling like everything has been done before
Do I need to understand every word from every man
Or everything from every band
Can I say it's all been done before
Religion, science, similes to metaphors
Can it be that there's nothing new
When there's more ways of looking at the truth
The more things seem to change
The more they just stay the same

Have you been feeling down, pushed around
Feeling like everything has been done before
Do I need to understand every word from every man
Or everything from every band
Can I say it's all been done before
Religion, science, similes to metaphors
Can it be that there's nothing new
When there's more ways of looking at the truth

The more things seem to change
The more they just stay the same

So she's been around
Lived in every town
And she always seems to know
So she does a zine
Says she's in the scene
And she goes to the cool punk rock shows
And it's not like I've seen the world
And it's not cuz she's a girl
It's just cuz no ones always right
And I'm almost never right so she can't be

Yeah he's been around
Likes to hear the sound
Of his voice annoying me

I've always watched the change
watched without a sound
and I often wonder why
I don't speak a word out loud

But the world won't stop for me
and I guess I won't myself
but I often wonder why the rest
no they can't see themselves
the change I've found
that keeps me bound
without a sound

There's process in the world
and no one can stop the change
there's process all around us

I won't compete because I don't need to be
In front of someone that wants to compete with me
Who needs another aggravation
Or a fucked up situation
So you call me burnt out
Call me washed up
Or weaker cause I won't get up
Be first in another line
Just one more time,
Cause I won't compete again
I can't hear a sound that's out of the crowd.

I check the time, it's 4:00 a.m.
And I just passed the westside buildings
All the broken glass
As I try to shake the cold away, but anyways,
It's late at night and I'm about to crack
And decide to just walk the tracks
That I just walked yesterday.

Theme Song For H Street
You know my best friend,
just left yesterday and I know
I know your girlfriend, couldn't explain,
why she moved away

Something that's inside of me
it's something that I cannot see
like rules and regulation(s)
passed down for generation(s)
for generation(s)

Chorus:
Wish I had my own
wish I had my own
my very own
my very own flag
wish I had my own
wish I had my own
my very own
my own flag

Something that's inside of me
it's something
it's something that I cannot see
like rules and regulation(s)

Ive come to my sences,
that ive become senceless,
And i could give you lessons,
how to ruine your friendships

And every last conviction,
has shrugged them all away,
and i drank my frustrations,
down the drain out of the way

and so i sit and wait in wonder,
does anyone else feel like me?,
someone so tired of their routines,
and disappearing inside your schemes

ill sing along,

Well I really don't know
if it matters at all so
but we try to keep the prices low
for our records and our shows
but is that
is that enough
or is (it) that we're not punk enough
or is (it) that you think ska just sucks
[but] Johnny Quest, he thinks we're what?

Chorus:
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts, sellouts
Johnny Quest thinks we're sellin' out, [we're] sellin' out, yeah

I'm sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream
When all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head and spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread,
I think I love you
This morning I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself
And never talk about it

so you think of what it could've been
time is all you've lost
keeps burning through your head
and now you fall asleep standing
but lie awake in bed
watch the clock drag and think of what you should've said
it's for the better your better half is gone
it's ok you didn't need her anyway
and I don't want to hear you say nobody can take her palce
and what more can I say you didn't need her anyways

Yeah downbeat, downbeat comin' for you
yeah everything's gone, you once knew
downbeat, downbeat comin'

Trying to rely on what things used to be
and trying to live up, up, up, up
to your responsibility
everything's fucked up that you see
and the downbeat's come for you, yeah, yeah, yeah
and it's come for me

Downbeat, downbeat comin' for you
yeah everything's gone, you once knew

So here let's talk about the boomtown facts
You've got stick up kids coming right at my back
Two blocks of reasonable rent and it's only getting smaller
And the rest of boomtown is only getting taller
You've got ten miles of traffic and three hundred miles of roadway
And a million lights burning bright night and day
With all these lights going off like roman candles

Isn't it funny that it all comes down to money
Running on a treadmill, wasting time
Keeps you too busy to lose your mind

I was blindsided out on the street
The tension was so thick I could hardly even breathe
And I don't like the way things are going down
I don't like the way things are going down,
That's all, it's all
It's enough to knock me down

If only my problems were like water
they could be boiled away
and watching the steam drift upward,
watching my problems drift away.
And watch the steam turn and twist,
watch it all drift away.
Look how it rises and lifts
watch my problems drift away.
If only my problems were like water
they all could be washed away
and watch the water go downward
watch it all go down the drain

Wonder what hold things together
Is it political positions or maybe superstitions
The list goes on forever
It seems to go on forever
Are old rituals necessary to stand by
How many things just to get us through the night
And can we say their wrong altogether
The world keeps going on forever
It still looks big

Can everything in some way help us understand
From mathematical problems to rubber bands

Its got me on the run, its got my brain tied
Its got me down as the trains pass by
All these people crowding my sight
I wonder if my head was ever screwed on tight
Concrete buildings are all that I see
I used to never let it bother me
Last train remember me
Walking past the cracks on 2nd street, watching
Lights and sounds the city doesn't sleep, and I say

This one goes out to the kids
who drove 6 hours in a stolen car, then missed the show.
This one goes out to never
losing sight of all the
"how it's been" and "how it was."
Here's to just sinking the ship
and not giving a shit.
Here's to sinking fast
with everyone else.
This one goes out to another
night with no sleep,
Crimpshrine records and
Gainesville streets
This one goes out to Mike,