Our Sunday Affairs / Carved Our Names in Snow / The Whoopass Girls Split

by The Whoopass Girls

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released 15 July 2011
Our Sunday Affairs:
Jake whines a lot
Tom plays guitar
Malmos plays drums
Donald plays bass

Carved Our Names in Snow:
DJ Condon - vocals/guitar
Javier Zelaya - vocals/bass
Christian Marchant - guitar
Will Neer - drums

The Whoopass Girls:
guitar/vocals - ethan
bass - forrest
drums - cj

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Track Name: Failures
do you remember walking down your road
our stomachs was hungry, oh
and my hands were cold
and your heart was stone

do you remember feeling so dead
do you remember that feeling
trapped inside of our heads
and the places we've been

and it's sad
to think about it now

and it's sad
to think about it now

but we can still be
failures
failures
we are still
failures
failures
and i hope you can forgive me

we were just 15 years young
with voices in our throats
and air in our lungs
and words on our tongues

but it seems so long ago now
past places and buildings
torn down
and left on the ground

and it's sad
to think about it now

and it's sad
to think about it now

but we can still be
failures
failures
we are still
failures
failures
Track Name: Asian in Photographs
we're hanging in the boykastle
and orchestras play in the dark
i keep checking my phone
for heat from afar

cause i've forgotten now
what it's like to be
completely loved by someone
someone i'll never meet

and you've got a broken hand
and two dozen bags of light
while i'm fighting myself
you sleep soundly in the night

i wish i knew why
you don't fight sleep anymore
and my heart's in the sea
drowning drowsily in the moors

well i look asian in photographs
like the sister i never had
and like joel sent up by the mads
i ain't ever comin' back

well tony hawk will distract me
but for how long
until i realize
every opportunity is gone

in these drunken days
when all i want is a crowd
i keep having the feeling
of not wanting you around

and my throat keeps burning
from vomit and mountain dew
and my heart keeps burning
from wanting you

you close to me
or at least there in the night
i'd call you home
and i hope you'd call you mine

will you call