The Neighbourhood - Wiped Out! Lyrics
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Prey
As long as you notice
I'm hoping that you'll keep your heart open
I'll keep mine open too
If you don't ask, I won't tell
Just know that, just know that
It all hurts, it all hurts just the same
Something is wrong, I can't explain
Everything changed when the birds came
You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early
We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how
Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
As long as you notice
I'm hoping that you'll keep your heart open
I'll keep mine open too
So, so, I'll probably take you aside
And tell you what's on my mind
But you, you'll just keep it inside
Probably tell me that you're alright
Something is wrong, I can't explain
Everything changed when the birds came
You'll never know what they might do if they catch you too early
We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how
Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
(If I run) If I run away I'll never know
(What you want) And if you go then I'll never grow
(I'm undone) Let me slip, let me slide
(If you run) I'll be sure to let you fly
Something is off, I can't explain
You know what I mean, don't you?
Something I saw, or something I did that made me like this
Could you help me?
We need to fly ourselves before someone else tells us how
Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
Something is off, I feel like prey, I feel like praying
So, so, I'll probably take you aside
And tell you what's on my mind
But you, you'll just keep it inside
Probably tell me that you're alright
So, so, I'll probably take you aside
And tell you what's on my mind
But you, you'll just keep it inside
Probably tell me that you're alright
I don't want to fight
I don't want to fight
I don't want to fight
I don't want to fight
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, CECIL BERNARDY, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, JONATHAN DORR, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cry Baby
I think I talk too much
I need to listen, baby
I need to listen, baby
I need to listen good
I think I try too hard
How I look, what I do, what I'm sayin'
I spend too much time explainin' myself
I hope there's some time to change it
I can taste it, my heart's breakin', please don't say
That you know, when you know
I can't take it, I'm impatient, tell me baby
Now I know, you should go
I know I'll fall in love with you, baby
And that's not what I wanna do
I hope you won't ever lie to me
And if you do, I know I won't be your cry baby
I think I worry a lot
I need to take it easy
I got this anxious feeling
But it goes away for a minute
When I'm with you breathing
I can taste it, my heart's breakin', please don't say
That you know, when you know
I can't take it, I'm impatient, tell me baby
Now I know, you should go
I know I'll fall in love with you, baby
And that's not what I wanna do
I hope you won't ever lie to me
And if you do, I know I won't be your cry baby
The Sun's coming out but I'm feeling colder
I can't wait 'til the drought is over
I know I'll fall in love with you, baby
And that's just what I'll do
I hope you won't ever lie to me
And if you do, I know I won't be your cry baby
I know I'll fall in love with you, baby
And that's not what I wanna do
I hope you won't ever lie to me
And if you do, I know I won't be your cry baby
Cry baby, cry baby
I need to cry, baby
Cry baby, cry baby
You need to cry, baby
Cry baby, cry baby
We need to cry
And if we do, I know that would be alright
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, JUSTYN PILBROW, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wiped Out!
Lost and afraid
Young and innocent but getting older
I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone
Short burning blade is
Uneasier subconscious soul
I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone
My current state is heavy
Hope it's a phase or something
Don't let me go
Up and away, I'm an alien
I need a moment
I don't know what to believe
All I wanna do is leave
What can I say that would make this seem
Make you need me?
Maybe I won't ever know
Maybe I'll end up alone
Running in place
(Circles, in circles with you)
Don't mind me
Out in the rain
Watch me go
I don't wanna let you down
So promise you won't let me drown
I can feel the way that I'm feeling
The feeling inside my head
I got the pressure that's pushing my buttons
And making me think about death
I got some mixed emotions
About how I need to handle the stress
I get off of it because of the money
It's making my tummy upset
I can feel the way that I'm feeling
The feeling inside my head
I got the pressure that's pushing my buttons
And making me think about death
Somebody find me and fast
Look what I did to myself and my friends
Emotions and paying the rent
Emotions and paying the rent
I'm back and forth, I think I'm going crazy
I'm back and forth, I can't make up my mind
I'm hoping that I'm never sati-
I'm hoping that I'm never satisfied
I'm back and forth, I think I'm going crazy
I'm back and forth, I can't make up my mind
I'm hoping that I'm never sati-
I'm hoping that I'm never satisfied
I'm back and forth, I think I'm going crazy
I'm back and forth, I can't make up my mind
I'm hoping that I'm never sati-
I'm hoping that I'm never satisfied
I'm back and forth, I think I'm going crazy
I'm back and forth, I can't make up my mind
I'm hoping that I'm never sati-
I'm hoping that I'm never satisfied
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, JUSTYN PILBROW, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Beach
If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you
Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up
I've been callin' you "friend," I might need to give it up
I'm sick and I'm tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don't murder me
I hope I don't burden you
If I do, I do
If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree
You make me feel little how you're looking at me
And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off
First it just threw me off, now I'm just moving on
Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up
I've been callin' you "friend," I might need to give it up
I'm sick and I'm tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don't murder me
I hope I don't burden you
Swim with me
I think I could see the beach
I know what's underneath
I need you here with me
But we're out in the open
Swim with me
I think I could see the beach
Just don't look underneath us
I need you here with me but we're out in the open
I'm sick and I'm tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don't murder me
I hope I don't burden you
If I do, I do
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, JUSTYN PILBROW, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Daddy Issues
Take you like a drug
I taste you on my tongue
Ask me what I'm thinking about
I'll tell you that I'm thinking about
Whatever you're thinking about
Ask me something that I won't forget
But you might have to tell me again
It's crazy what you do for fame
Go ahead and cry little girl
Nobody does it like you do
I know how much it matters to you
I know that you got daddy issues
And if you were my little girl
I'd do whatever I could do
I'd run away and hide with you
I love that you got daddy issues
And I do too
I tried to write your name in the rain
But the rain never came
So I made this song
The shame, always comes at the worst time
Ask me what I'm thinking about
I'll tell you that I'm thinking about
Whatever you're thinking about
Tell me something that I'll forget
And you might have to tell me again
It's crazy what you'll do for fame
Go ahead and cry little girl
Nobody does it like you do
I know how much it matters to you
I know that you got daddy issues
And if you were my little girl
I'd do whatever I could do
I love it when I'm high with you
I'd run away and hide with you
And I do too
I keep on trying to let you go
Not even let you know
How I'm getting on
I didn't cry when you left at first
But now that you're dead it hurts
This time I gotta know
Where did my daddy go?
I'm not entirely here
Half of me has disappeared
Go ahead and cry little boy
You know that your daddy did too
You know what your mama went through
You gotta let it out soon, just let it out
Go ahead and cry little girl
Nobody does it like you do
I know how much it matters to you
I know that you got daddy issues
And if you were my little girl
I'd do whatever I could do
I'd run away and hide with you
I love that you got daddy issues
And I do too
And if you were my little girl
I'd do whatever I could do
I'd run away and hide with you
I love that you got daddy issues
And I do too
Writer: Justyn Pilbrow, Jeremy Freedman, Zachary Abels, Jesse Rutherford, Mike Margott, Brandon Fried
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Baby Came Home 2 / Valentines
She was five foot four
With some money on the floor
And box that's hidden under her bed
I was only twenty two
With a pocket full of truth
But I gave her everything that I had
We were born and raised in the Golden State
Mommy's gone and daddy's doing his best
I was brought up great living Section 8
Social security's paying the rent
The landlord called, she said you gotta go
Little one you just lost your
She was five foot four
Getting money on tour
But her socks were at the end of my bed
Got our names tattooed on each other
Just to prove to each other
That we'd do what we said
Only took a few days
'Til our minds were made up
And we thought we should try it again
I was only 17 when we first tried things
When she first made me feel like a man
Who am I gonna call?
Who's gonna catch me when I
Who's the one you're sleeping with?
Don't you sit in front of me
And wait for me to talk
You can call me up
Phone works two ways, you know
This time baby
And I think that I'll be just fine
I wish I could say the same for you
I, yeah I do
Writer: ZACHARY ABELS, JEREMY FREEDMAN, BRANDON FRIED, MIKE MARGOTT, JESSE RUTHERFORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Greetings From Califournia
Hands up it's a stick up
Nobody's leaving this room for a minute
Everyones breathing these fumes
That are in it
Sick of the people who make the decisions
Put your hands up it's a stick up
Hopefully God is still down to forgive us
Nobody's breathing
Who let the evil in?
What's in the water?
Are you bothered?
What's the problem here?
I can feel it go down
I can feel it go down all the way
All the way
Give it to me slow now
Give it to me slow then watch the way
It comes and comes
Handcuffed and I thought of you
I made love and I thought of you
My Daddy died, I just thought of you
My Sister cried and my Mama too
I got a place and I thought of you
I tried to decorate and I thought of you
I'm seeing red but I'm singing blue
I never knew what black and white would bring you too
Anybody, somebody, please
I'm begging
I'm even on my knees
I've got a dozen insecurities
But I don't think you should be worried for me
No I don't think you should be worried for me
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, CECIL BERNARDY, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, JONATHAN DORR, JUSTYN PILBROW, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ferrari
I want a new yellow Ferrari from the 90's in the driveway
But I know that you wouldn't like that
I want it now, I want it loud, I want it my way
But everybody doesn't fight like that
Don't tell me about the rules and break them
And don't tell me about mistakes
And make the same ones I have made before
Don't say you love me more
Better not say it
I met her at church
But she could be Satan
You and I are two oceans apart
We're on earth to break each others hearts, in two
And it's hard with you
When I'm too far from you
I look at the stars, do you?
Don't tell me about the rules and break them
And don't tell me about mistakes
And make the same ones I have made before
Don't say you love me more
Better not say it
I met her at church
But she could be Satan
You're LA and I'm Newbury Park
But you're the flame I use when it gets dark
You've got enough pain for both of us
I've got all these things I'm focused on
You treat all the rules like you're the queen
But you and I are few and far between
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, JUSTYN PILBROW, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Single
I don't know if we should be alone together
I still got a crush, that's obvious
If nobody's around, what's stopping us?
Everywhere I go you show, whatever
I don't ever mind sharing oxygen
I just wanna get lost in your lungs
Just a baby, but she's growing up so fast
And I'm allergic to the waiting
She's just a baby girl
And I love to watch her dance
But it's making me go crazy
(Can you let your baby be my girl?)
(Can you let your baby be my girl?)
(Can you let your baby be my girl?)
(Can you let your baby be mine?)
I don't think that we should be around each other
When you're in the room, you get my eyes
You open your mouth, I'm hypnotized
I can make you laugh until you cry
You know you got all my attention
You know you got all mine
Baby, I can't help but call her that
Even though I shouldn't say it
She was my baby girl
I might never get her back
But I don't mind being patient, yeah
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine?
Okay, I'm just gonna tell you what I gotta say, right here
I'm sorry Dave, I never meant to hurt your baby girl
She's your little baby, she's my soulmate
I don't want you to worry, she'll be so safe right here
Oh, oh, oh, so Dave, would you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine?
Your baby she's mine
Writer: BRANDON FRIED, JEREMY FREEDMAN, JESSE RUTHERFORD, MIKE MARGOTT, ZACHARY ABELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
R.I.P. 2 My Youth
R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you can play this at my funeral
Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin
Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping
Might be a sinner and I might be a saint
I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it
Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying?
Mama said if I really want it, then I can change it, yeah
R.I.P. to my youth
If you really listen, then this is to you
Mama, there is only so much I can do
Tough for you to witness but it was for me too
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me (front of me)
R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth, yeah
You can play this at my funeral
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad
I'm in paradise with dad
Close my eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars
Throw me in a box with the oxygen off
You gave me the key then you locked every lock
When I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stop
When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop
I was naive and hopeful and lost
Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts, oh
What do I do? What do I do?
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
I don't believe it if I don't know you
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the internet
I need a cigarette
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me
I'm using white lighters to see
R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you can play this at my funeral
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad
I'm in paradise with dad
Close my eyes and then cross my arms
Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars
(Using white lighters to see what's in front of me)
(Using white lighters to see what's in front of me)
Writer: Benjamin Joseph Levin, Zach Shane Abels, Jeremy Allen Freedman, Michael Blake Margott, Justyn Thomas Pilbrow, Jesse J. Rutherford
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing