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The past 5 years have left me stranded with this shit upon my chest
Stuck in my silent chapter with these friends that I detest
You see I’ll never hear a fucking thank you, All I’ll see are these damn scars
I hope these lyrics leave your ego like its been thrown from a speeding car
That past 10 years I've known you, you haven’t once tried growing up
Every morning spent hungover or puking up your guts,
And I'm sure you didn't notice but I don’t seem to care,
And I’ll bet you’re even glad to have out of your fucking hair.

Let’s look back less than a year now you lost your girl, your house, and a job
It fell apart you still can’t accept it, back in that old room at your mom’s
I helped you pick up all the pieces just like I've always done,
I even glued them back together and it wasn't very fun

Everything I wished came true, except for how you fucked me over
You really fucked me over
I’m so sick of the bullshit, friendships meant much more back then,
Heavy hearts don’t get you anywhere these days…do they?

Now I know you love the attention, (I know you love the attention)
But how about some recognition? (How about some recognition)
We used to be best friends, now it seems it’s not even weekends
Gave everything thing I had now I've got nothing left.

How’s life back with your old roommates?
How’s that waste of talent bullshit?
I think I’m starting to understand it, I don’t approve plus it’s too late
To make amends, when you say “FUCK OFF!” to all your friends,
Friendships aren't supposed to sink, they’re meant to never end.

Now I know you love the attention, (I know you love the attention)
But how about some recognition? (How about some recognition)
We used to be best friends, now it seems it’s not even weekends
Gave everything thing I had now I've got nothing left.

Packed your shit up for the move home, stacked some boxes in a U-haul
Maybe now you’ll realize you need to know who the fuck your friends are
And cover songs are not a cure-all.

Now I know you love the attention, but how about some recognition?
We used to be best friends, now it seems it’s not even weekends
Gave everything thing I had now I've got nothing left.

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from Nostalgia, or Something Like It, released April 12, 2014

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Our Wrecked Machine Wilmington, Delaware

Five extremely old dudes from Delaware playing the pop-punk music that they grew up listening to. OWM started as a group of good friends who just wanted to write and play the style of music they grew up on. Influenced by bands like New Found Glory, Saves The Day, Fairweather, The Movielife, The Ataris, they set out to write pop punk they way they remembered. ... more

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