Written by John K. Samson, John P. Sutton, Stephen Carroll, and Jason Tait, as The Weakerthans Measure me in metered lines And one decisive stare The time it takes to get from here to there My ribs that show through t-shirts And these shoes I got for free I'm unconsoled I'm lonely I am so much better than I used to be Terrified of telephones And shopping malls and knives We're drowning in the pools of other lives Rely a bit too heavily On alcohol and irony Get clobbered on by courtesy In love with love and lousy poetry And I'm leaning on this broken fence Between past and present tense And I'm losing all those stupid games That I swore I'd never play But it almost feels okay Circumnavigate this body Of wonder and uncertainty Armed with every precious failure And amateur cartography I breath in deep before I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor And I'm leaning on this broken fence Between past and present tense And I'm losing all those stupid games That I swore I'd never play But it feels okay And I'm leaving, wave goodbye And I'm losing but I'll try With the last ways left To remember, sing My imperfect offering

Written by David F. Bello as The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die I'll find a way To reincarnate you I'll carry you in my womb All the way home from work When the power went out And the streets were filled We bought our water and drank our milk It made our bodies work If you can swallow up everything Like reverse physical theory Matter will not matter And printed words will stop I'll keep your empty wallet In bearing weighted dirt In metal silly lockets Between my chest and shirt Don't try so hard To be yourself This will be the last song I'd ever want you to hear I've got the ears In my belly They hear you sing and talk to me I learn their language If you can swallow up everything Like reverse physical theory Matter will not matter And printed words will stop I'll keep your empty wallet In bearing weighted dirt In metal silly lockets Between my chest and shirt

Written by Davey von Bohlen, Jason Gnewikow, Scott Beschta, and Dan Didier, as The Promise Ring I don't know East Texas from Louisiana And I don't know Alabama Or where Atlanta lies, where Atlanta is tonight And Indianapolis summers in park and recreation pools And carsick vacations in size eleven In "I'm going to heaven" shoes And I don't know God And I don't know anyone And I don't know God And I don't know if anything at all Will be all right I don't know Billy Ocean, I don't know the ocean floor I don't own any albums, I don't know anything I don't go to college anymore I don't know God And I don't know anyone And I don't know God And I don't know if anything at all will be all right I've got my hands on the one end And I don't know where to put them

Written by Benjamin Gibbard as Death Cab for Cutie There's nothing funny about just slipping away It's nothing funny how you're spending your days But you're laughing like a kid at a carnival And I watched you stumbling around this dusty town I heard your bottle talking way too loud As the Federales tried to hunt you down For something you can't remember what was about The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off, the band plays you off He's a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore I used to watch you on the late night scene The timely rescue of a metal teen Six strings were strumming rhythm and lead And that hadn't occurred to me When I met you I was twenty-two Trying so hard to play it cool But there was so much that I needed to say And nothing came out the right way The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off, the band plays you off He's a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore There's nothing elegant in being a drunk It's nothing righteous being sixty and a punk But when you're looking in the mirror do you see That kid that you used to be? Broke and working in a record store Daydreaming about the upcoming tour Were you happier when you poor? Were you happier when you poor? The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off, the band plays you off He's a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore

Written by Matt Johnson and Kim Schifino as Matt & Kim I play centerfield for the home team You might not see me from the nosebleeds I’ll stand up on top of the dugout And shout out and wave my arms and hold my tongue Because it’s not me I wondered how fast is light speed If life itself would stay or follow me? And coach look at me now Look at me now And team look at me now Look at me now Look at me now Foul ball deep in centerfield Ninth inning, two outs Look at me now Look at me now Look at me now I wondered how fast is light speed If life itself would stay or follow me? If I caught that ball Would it be the same? It’s a good thing this is just a game

Written by Michelle Zauner as Japanese Breakfast Try not to get so righteous About what’s fair for everyone Find what’s left in you channel something good Try your best to slowly withdraw From the darkest impulses of your heart Try your best to feel and receive Your body is a blade that cuts a path from day to day Calling it off, our hoax of trying What’s this place if you’re not here? Emptied the house and staged it for buying Wave goodbye to all your things Try your best to slowly withdraw Try your best to slowly withdraw Your body is a blade that moves while your brain is writhing Knuckled under pain, you mourn but your blood is flowing

Written by Mike Kinsella as Owen Whatever it is you think you are You aren't A good friend, unique, well-read Good-looking, or smart Well now you know Well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news I know it hurts to hear But it's true You don't mean anything To anyone but me And even I think That you're blinded by conceit So now you know Free beer And basement shows Don't mean you've made it It's what you do Not who you were, what you wear, where you've been So do something Whoever you think is watching you dance From across the room They aren't If anything, they feel sorry for you Because you try so hard I know it hurts to hear But it's the truth So you might as well hear it From a friend You're a has-been That never was I know it's mean to say But it's something I've been meaning to say to you For a while You're a has-been That never was Or will be

Written by Cory Murchy, Jake Snider, Alex Rose, and Dave Knudson, as Minus the Bear Have you ever told the whole truth? Little lies, little lies, little lies, little lies It's part of being human It's part of believing the illusion of yourself Little lies The foundation that you built yourself on It's all gonna fall If there's any justice at all All the stone you laid Avalanche behind you I know how dry it's been No, you're not invisible You're not invisible You're drinking in solitude All the lies, all the lies, all the lies, all the lies In a bar where no one knows you There's no one to help you when you don't want to help yourself Crushing lies The weight is gonna bring you down And you're gonna fall As we all keep going up All the stone you laid Avalanche behind you I know how dry it's been No, you're not invisible You're not invisible

Written by Robin Dove and Christopher Browder as Mansions You gotta get loose A weekend away Turn back the clocks Tomorrow can wait It's just like you but happier A lot like you but funnier You gotta get through She's calling your name She glitters like gold Hey, you can explain Ziplock bags New drug store cures Flash light eyes from dark corners Something new, exciting Fucked up and inviting You can let your hair down Just don't let nobody in I can tell you're hiding Blood cells multiplying Something in your pocket And a bad moon on the rise