Comfort Zones

by Sleeve

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released March 28, 2015

Recorded by Jacob Lee of Plastic Skull Studios
Mixed at The Doom Cupboard

Photo + Art by Raleigh Drennon

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Raleigh Drennon: Gtr & Vox

Ryan Urquidez: Bass

"Rave" Dave Canel:
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Track Name: Hag
Falling back on status quo and old bad habits, no, I’ll never be the person that you want me to be.
Mixing alcohol with sleeping pills, together we’ll try and kill my brain before my brain kills me.
I’m in way over my head, I’m in way over my head, I’m in way over my head, I’m in way over my head, I’m in way over my head, I’m in way over my head.
I keep on dreaming that I’m seeing a witch on my back.

Amongst the sinners, saints, and talking saints, I’m just another Judas.
When I fall back into my blackhole act, you make me feel less useless.
No more excuses.
No more bruises.

Benzodiazepine and dreams that keep repeating, but don’t have no other meaning than that I’m fucked up.
Love’s a two way street, but I am told I’m too pedestrian. I keep on falling in. I always feel stuck.
I miss sleeping alone, I miss sleeping alone, I miss sleeping alone, I miss sleeping alone, I miss sleeping alone, I miss sleeping alone.
I keep on dreaming of a demon, a witch on my back.

Amongst the sinners, saints, and talking snakes, I’m just another Judas.
When I fall back into my blackhole act, you make me feel less useless.
No more excuses.
No more bruises.
Track Name: ComfortZones
I don’t need your constant reminders of all the messes I’ve made.
You make bread crumb trails from broken parts of me.

They say we’ll all go to heaven.
We’ll always have a home.

And, no, I’m not well, but I don’t want your help.
Your heaven is my hell.

She’s found a friend in Jesus. She never feels alone.
When I’m with friends I wish I’d stayed at home.

We hide our shame with makeup.
We wear a mask.

We won’t change for anyone,
Unless they ask.

All these withered parts,
Colliding with nothingness

Broken bottles and promises start reminding me
That I’m a mess

She doesn’t need your constant reminders of perditions infinite dread.
You broke her heart, you couldn’t fix her head.

She covers her fears in her faith.
She covers her scars with her sleeve.

And now she’s getting out of church, for all the good it’s been worth,
She’ll still got hurt.

I’m still learning how not to be angry, learning how to belong.
I wrote some songs, but no one sang along.

We hide our shame with makeup.
We wear a mask.

We won’t change for anyone,
Unless they ask.

All these withered parts,
Colliding with nothingness

Broken bottles and promises start reminding me
That I’m a mess

Now you’re stuck, you’re giving up.
You try to pawn your soul off,
Like you’re some kind of off-brand, second hand Faust

From your chest churns unrest.
There’s an evil rising,
And I’m too scared to leave the house.
Track Name: Bogey
A spectre from the past,
A dead romance,
Comes back to haunt me.

Now the bell tolls one,
You’re drunk,
And you’re angry

The smell of booze on your breath,
You’ve left.
I’ll meet you half way back to here from the crypt.

The taste of salt on your tears,
It’s cold here.
I think I’m going down with the ship.
Track Name: Anomie
Last night you were a hurricane,
A glossy film over your eyes during the eye of the storm.

They say that you’re wasting away,
And it’s anyone’s guess if you’re as big a mess sober.

A headache, bruises, the feint memory of tears,
Whatever happened last night will join the rest of your ghosts.

They say some things can’t be taken back,
You know it doesn’t really count.
You don’t remember what you did.

When you’re together,
You don’t feel whole.

Love is the deadest
Language you’ve known

Last night you were a vampire,
You had a porcelain doll gaze, sucking face with a stranger

Kicked out the bar, now back in the car,
It starts out as a blur, ends with you back at your ex’s

He’s got the same bear trap heart as your dad,
and now you’re screaming in his face, but he’s still reeling you in.

Memory loss as you die on a cross,
It takes a special place in hell to have this good of a time.

When you’re together,
You don’t feel whole

Love is the deadest
Language you’ve known

When you’re together,
You feel alone.

Love is the furthest
You’ve felt from home.

Last night you were a vengeful god,
Your words put fear inside the hearts of your Philistine friends.

You stumbled out of a strangers bed,
A sense of dread, and a head like a molotov cocktail

All the sinners bow before your feet,
They’ll give you anything you want, but you don’t know what that is.

Now all alone with just your whiskey and your pride,
You start wondering which is the harder one to swallow.

When you’re together,
You don’t feel whole

Love is the deadest
Language you’ve known

When you’re together,
You feel alone.

Love is the furthest
You’ve felt from home.
Track Name: Townhouse
EMT’s, and a body wrapped in sheets.
I caught your scent, I’m drinking to forget.
I’m down to my last cigarette.

I guess, I’m spending Christmas all alone again,
And, heaven, help me, I won’t sleep till morning’s end,
Yet when the hangovers ensue,
Then it almost feels like I’m comfortable without you.

Primates, speaking in tongues.
Their hearts break.
My heart leaks.

Crohn’s disease and crow’s feet,
I age, I frown.
Pockets full of pills and posies
All fall down.

I can’t figure out why I’m still sleeping on the couch.
This empty tomb used to be our room.
Your heart stopped,

Their hearts were props you dropped when you were still a juggler
Now a petrified life, you’re a monument to anger,
Well, you wanna be a riddle, but you don’t have a clue,
And it almost feels like I’m comfortable without you.

Primates, speaking in tongues.
Their hearts break.
My heart leaks.

Crohn’s disease and crow’s feet,
I age, I frown.
Pockets full of pills and posies
All fall down.