C.O.A.C.O

By Those Without

Released on July 31, 2018

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Eighteen and caught up

In parties and concerts

No clue where it brings me

No signs of our conscience

My father ain't happy

With everything happening

Around me, I'm practically breaking myself down

But I have got no problem

Seeing where it brought us

Would I be here today if I

Threw myself into this world without you

Left to rot inside the nearest shitty motel room

Woke up with stains on my sweater

Too many drinks, I can't remember

Where I was or how i got home

Bruised up, ripped my jeans on the sidewalk

13 voicemails on her phone where I talk

‘Bout how I’m not fucked up at all, hoping you’ll enjoy the show

Always sick and feeling numb

Where did this stomach ache come from

Don’t want to be here anymore, I need to feel like I belong

So I’ll throw myself into this world without you

Caught me throwing up outside your vacant hotel room

Woke up with stains on my sweater

Too many drinks, I can't remember

Where I was or how i got home

Bruised up, ripped my jeans on the sidewalk

13 voicemails on her phone where I talk

‘Bout how I’m not fucked up at all, hoping you’ll enjoy the show

Low percentage on my phone, I’m still drunk and on my own

Remembered as I heard your voice, echoing throughout the noise

Low percentage on my phone, I’m still drunk and on my own

Woke up with stains on my sweater

Too many drinks, I can't remember

Where I was or how i got home

Woke up with stains on my sweater

Too many drinks, I can't remember

Where I was or how i got home

Bruised up, ripped my jeans on the sidewalk

13 voicemails on her phone where I talk

‘Bout how I’m not fucked up at all, hoping you’ll enjoy the show

Woke up with stains on my sweater


[No I’m not fucked up at all]

Too many drinks, I can't remember


[No I’m not fucked up at all]

Where I was or how i got home


[No I’m not fucked up at all]

Woke up with stains on my sweater


[No I’m not fucked up at all]

Too many drinks, I can't remember


[No I’m not fucked up at all]

Where I was or how i got home

But I’m not fucked up at all