by Penny Arcade

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Five songs about a cat.

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released November 11, 2016



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Penny Arcade Akron, Ohio

Just passing time until a Dashboard Confessional cover band becomes plausible.

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Track Name: Hello, Oliver
I'm going to write it all down;
From the time you came through the door to when they all strolled out.
From a glass box, to a new home,
Warm hands and open arms.

What would they say if they could see you now
Sound asleep on the corner of the couch,
The parents you never got to meet?
Stretch out the kinks of the day and lie down

Hello world, and goodnight.
Track Name: Everest
Your posture’s cool and confident
It's a cloak over your skin
It's not quite who you are yet
But I can see you settling in
From the song that's stuck in your throat
And the way you greet my hands
A warm spot on this Everest
where the threads are wearing thin.

How was your expedition?
You're trying hard to look unimpressed
To the view beneath the neon
In the window by the bed -
Your very own northern lights
Where you lay your head at night.

It's hard to find the best way
To burn away your youth
In the quarters you're confined in
Where the restlessness finds you.
Go on and check your tiger traps,
it’s time you’ll never get back

We're both finding comfort in the little things;
Me, screaming my lungs out, you sleeping in the sink.
We're not as different as we seem
from the company we keep.

My posture's cool and confident
It's a cloak over my skin
It's not quite who I am yet
But I can feel me settling in
From the song that's stuck in my throat
And the way I greet your hands;
A warm spot on this everest
Where the threads are wearing thin.
Track Name: Dead and Gone (Letters from Karl)
Karl’s never coming back home.
I read the note taped to the door.
I saw him huddled between the coffee pot
and the ash tray on the back porch
doing his best to keep warm.

You became a wallflower. You became an outsider.
I swear that I passed straight through you.
You became a ghost until you weren’t anything at all.

You found out you’re transient,
started swinging at shadows.
Distant and satellite.
Just a single revolution in line.
Track Name: Sound Asleep
The apartment's empty.
That makes this our mess to either lie down in or clean up.
I did all the math bud.
We're going to be best friends.
We'll work out in our heads we're not the reason
Everyone else left.

We built our own hells.
The good news is that means I know every way out.
I wanted a room with a view from beneath the neon.
To finally rest easy in the kitchen sink.
So safe and sound asleep.

The view from lying on the carpet
Never changed my perspective
I will take the love they hand me and
When left alone, be understanding.
I don’t need it the way I did
Back when I was young.

Man, Karl's okay.
He could be someone new if he wanted.
I might someday.
Quit my job and the cold comfort,
Move away. Pack the best books on the shelf and give chase.
Cut my hair off.
Shed the dead weight.

We’re all busy pacing our own cage.
I guess that I forget that some days.
Track Name: A Portrait
Your face was filling in with white fur signs of age
And everything in hindsight
Was perfectly positioned to change your mind.
I swear only I see it, the shoestring by the door
You tore through yesterday -
The way you’re teething through the growing pains.

It’s a bitter pill, but I’m sure you’ll choke down all of it.
And it’s hard to hear, but you’ll have to break the habit.

I don’t remember walking out, only coming through the door
And missing familiar footsteps falling on hardwood floors -
The purist form of closure.
Your eyes were darkest when you were fighting off your demons
And some books that I bought, I didn’t read through to the end
Just characters that I relate to left in an awful situation.

We’re more that the footprint of this space, oh it’s all the same -
Just hand-me-downs, gently used, carbon based.

I tried to paint you in landscape, but you were still too big for the frame.
I tried to catch all your colors, but they just ran off the page.

I picture you on a fourth floor elevator.
The several second span when your whole life comes together
After months of losing ground, and passing through someone else’s back door.

Never become civilized or apologize, it doesn’t suit you.
In this living breathing hell that we both built,
But we knew every way out.

I refuse to be dead weight.