These songs were recorded back in 2017 and were unreleased due to production problems. During the Covid-19 quarantine, the tracks were revisited by Brian Eldridge.
Recorded by Brian Eldridge. Bass on "Poisoning this Love" by Brian Eldridge. Words and music by Noah Hulton.
Release Date: April 27, 2020
You could be my favorite vice
And nothing would suffice
All the promises you made
Just fade away with day
I think I let you stay too long
Poisoning this love
I think I let you in too deep
Poisoning this love
I hear you scratching at the walls
Waiting for a call
I've been up pacing all night
Wondering your fate
I think I let you stay too long
Poisoning this love
I think I let you in too deep
Poisoning this love
I need to get out of my head
I need to stop thinking myself into a rut
She said that she liked my shirt
I gave my reply and just
Kept my eyes straight forward
I sat there while everyone left
Hoping that she would
Say something 'fore she went
I need to get out of my head
I don't wanna be alone but I am scared
Your deadbeat summer's halfway done
You've given everything for fun
Spent all last winter feeling sad
Said this would compensate for that
And even though the stars have all aligned
And you've barely seen your mother or your home
Yeah I can hear the angst inside your tongue
Yeah I can hear the fear inside your heart
No matter how hard you try to run you can't escape
This feeling inside of you it stings like a summer cold
You're working hours just to float
You try so hard to love your friends
Spent all high school falling apart
College came and felt the same
And you've always wanted to be far away
Yet something always pulls you back inside
I'm waiting for the day when you'll be free
I wanna see you break away from here
No matter how hard you try to run you can't escape
This feeling inside of you it stings like a summer cold
You're a gypsy
I'm a full moon
Shining this light on your
Pretty black lies as you
Stare at your phone till you go
You're a car crash
At midnight
And there's blood on the floor
As you reach for your phone
Try to call anyone that you can
And all I can see is that
Everything's wrong with your
Empty, blank stare
As you're searching for
Something more
To come alive
You're a burn out
Like you said you'd
Never become as you're
Falling apart
In the backyard of somebody's house
You're a backhand
To your own self
As you're screaming about
That last cigarette
That you dropped on the ground somewhere else
And all I can see is that
Everything's wrong with your
Empty, blank stare
As you're searching for
Something more
To come alive