Teenage Retirement

by Chumped

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Chumped is Drew//Dan//Doug//Anika

All songs written by Chumped

Engineered//Mix//Mastered by John Meredith at the Mollusk Studio in Ridgewood Queens

Cover photo by David Williams and Cody Sprague

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released 18 November 2014

(c) 2014 Anchorless Records

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Track Name: December Is The Longest Month
Snow falls outside the bar window.
I know I should be getting home.
It's hard to walk away sometimes.
Guess I could always change my mind.

This is not that hard.
You're doing great. You're doing fine.
Just wake up.
December is the longest month and you've got 30 days to blow.
Just need some time to be alone.
Just let me go. Just let me go.

I'm sorry that I bought your birthday card.
And left it home unopened and unmarked.
I had so many things I want to say.
Instead I'll help myself to more champagne.

This is not that hard.
You're doing great.
You're doing fine.
Just wake up.
December is the longest month and you've got 30 days to blow.
Just need some time to be alone.
Just let me go. Just let me go.

I know I should be getting home.
Track Name: Hot 97 Summer Jam
We’re reading books. We’re drinking coffee. I’m looking at you. You’re looking through me.

I would wait for you all summer. You would turn me away. I would wait for you all summer.

I see you stare. I watch you whisper in her ear about the things that I can’t be but does she love you like I love you?

I would wait for you all summer. You would turn me away. I would wait for you all summer.
Track Name: Coffee
I know you said I was over my head
but how else could I have I found my way back here
after all this time?
Waking up for the sunrise, I can’t believe what I can talk myself into
or what I can sleep through

And I’ve been looking for a place to hide (hide)
and let it all blow over in the meantime
will you meet me afterwards I want to know (I want to know)
cuz I’ve been feeling I’m at the end of my rope

A waste of energy
To stave off monotony
an exercise in learning something new.
Well write it all down in a notebook, carefully so you can see
A simple twist of fate but don’t think twice, it’s alright

And I’ve been looking for a place to hide (hide)
and let it all blow over in the meantime
will you meet me afterwards I want to know (I want to know)
cuz I’ve been feeling I’m at the end of my rope

Cuz I’ve been looking for a place to hide (hide)
and let it all blow over in the meantime
will you meet me afterwards I want to know (I want to know)
cuz I’ve been feeling I’m at the end of my rope
Track Name: Novella Ella Ella Eh
You said you couldn’t sleep. You should have called me, I would tell you it’s alright and if it wasn’t I would lie to keep you on the line.

Please don’t say anything you're thinking. It would only complicate things.

I wait on the platform for the train to pass me by. It’s late. We’re awake and we pissed away the night.

Please don’t say anything you're thinking. It would only complicate things.
Track Name: Anywhere But Here
We drove to Maine.
To see the place where she was born.
In Lewiston. I’ve never felt that North before.

When I hold you, I don’t feel pain.

I felt the rain, as we rolled through the mountain air.
This paper town,
feels so much better with you near

When I hold you, I don’t feel pain.

Take me anywhere but here.
I can’t stay here any longer.
The city’s hot and full of hate this time of year.
Take me anywhere but here.
Track Name: Name That Thing
You drove us home and I believed you when you said that you were fine. Still I watched you, from the rearview until we hit the New York skyline.

And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
Tried so desperately to hold onto the feeling,
Of being young, of being sure, of being lucky.
Cuz I get down and it’s so easy to feel nothing.

The night closed in around us as you sang about a girl.
Did you love her? It doesn’t matter because our lungs are filled with air we’ve never breathed before and it’s so fucking cold it hurts. We’ll leave it all behind us in this basement in Rhode Island.

And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
Tried so desperately to hold onto the feeling,
Of being young, of being sure, of being lucky.
Cuz I get down and it’s so easy to feel nothing.

And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
And we drank and talked shit and I was happy.
Track Name: Songs About Boats
Speculation
Never got us anywhere but here
It’s hard to say what kind of mess we’ll get ourselves into next year

Don’t you give me
All those lines about hope
We can’t spend any more time hoping

Under water

And you’ll spend the next few years
On the water
And I’ll spend the next few years
Under water

If you feel restless
And you feel tired
And you decide you wanna save a little money
If you want freedom
And a new thing
Well I say go ahead and take it honey

And you’ll spend the next few years
On the water
And I’ll spend the next few years
Under water
Track Name: Long Division
Never could I say we wasted time.
15 years. I watched you from afar. I made some big mistakes.
I’ll explain later.

You practiced long division.
I called you up long distance.
To tell you everything was fine.

You wrote to me in French.
You asked me how I was. You put it all on hotel paper.
And I replied with delicate remorse
I’m sorry for not being closer.
You practiced long division.
I called you up long distance.
To tell you everything was fine.

I hope wherever you end up it makes you happy.
And when you’re ready come and find me I’ll be waiting.
I hope wherever you end up it makes you happy.
And when you’re ready come and find me I’ll be waiting
To tell you everything was fine.
Track Name: Something About Geography
I regret not quitting my job after college to travel around Europe.
I regret that I never acknowledge what I want but what I think I should.
I wish I’d written more letters, more postcards, and read more maps
but I didn’t know it’s what I wanted until after it was gone

But they always say that
It’s what they always say.

I wish I would have been a bit less awkward when I left you on the platform
and that whole ride I anguished over fucking up my chance to say goodbye.
I wish I wouldn’t lose myself in moments that I can’t ever take back.
I know why that say that life’s too short to keep on living in nostalgia.

But they always say that.
It’s what they always say.

I was lost for a little while, I couldn’t find my way home.
You said it’s just the way it gets when you start to get old.
I wrote you letters that I thought you’d never read about how
My decisions didn’t seem so sound to me after a while.

They always say that.
It’s what they always say.
Track Name: Penny
I missed my train on a Friday afternoon.
I was retrieving a pocket full of change for you.
But I couldn’t find anything worth giving.
And you couldn’t find a reason to keep on.

I made my way to a warm bed.
We both made our way to a bottle.

But I couldn’t get the image of you from my head.
I’d place a bet that you’ll never think of me again.

It’s been a long, long while since any place felt like home, since anyone knew where you were since anyone was thankful.

It’s been a long, long while since any place felt like home, since anyone held out their hand with anything but pennies for you.
Track Name: The Pains Of Being...
We get older. Time moves faster. You stay the same. Ooo.
Track Name: Old And Tired
It’s noon but you’re still crippled by the covers.
Another day alone.
Because everything you love has either died or moved away.
What’s the point in waking up today?

You have a resume or two to pass around.
But it’s been blank from 2003 until now.
Except the year you spent waitressing through the breakfast shift.
You quit it quick because you’re too old to be treated like shit.

It’s okay to sleep away the pain of being old and tired.

He calls you in the evening.
You talk into the night.
He’s too far away to hold you.
You met him on a site you found online passing the time.

And it’s been years since you’ve felt loved.
You left both of your husbands because you couldn’t stand the drugs.
You don’t trust enough to let someone else in.
You’ve resolved to spend your life alone you won’t marry again.

It’s okay to sleep away the pain of being old and tired.