BEFORE WE MET: A Collection of Old Songs
Released: March 2nd, 2010
Label: Panic Records
Type: LP Collection
Format: Digital / CD / Vinyl LP
Pressing: 1,000 CDs + 1000 LPs (200 Black, 400 Green, 400 Blue)
Additional Info: Recorded at Cannon Found Soundation Studios

LOVE YOUR FRIENDS DIE LAUGHING
Well the night gets old so I’m back again. The day just started because I’m up with my old friends, the fat smoke and funny joke. Sitting like a sponge, letting everything soak. And I just got the nerve to get in the cage so don’t bite me now. We made love tonight as the result of a fight. When you put your arms around me the whole worlds alright. And a days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain. Shut up! It’s my turn to talk. Don’t try and run before you learn to walk. Because a days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain. I left my heart with my phone in my center console. I left my feelings with my wallet and my keys I feel so stupid because I came here without anything, but I’m finally at ease.

DREAMING
I took the same route to school. I’m almost late again, even though I woke up at six AM. I’ve been dreaming of something that right now is still nothing but it could become my world once the day is through. She could become my everything or a whisper in my ear across a highway. I would cross a highway to catch you. To catch you would be all that I can honestly ask for from you. It’s something about the way she falls back asleep. It’s eight-thirty and in her textbook she’s waist deep. And it could be a sign when she wakes up she’s looking at me. Right at me. And I don’t know how many times that I would have to ask her if I’m dreaming. The way her hair falls on top of her shoulders makes me feel like screaming.

THE REAL YOU
This faded picture shows that time has passed by far to fast. I should have known. Turn up the radio. Roll down the windows. Drive me home slow. Where were all the things you stand behind when you needed someone to stand behind? I feel like I’m done here. You never failed to glow I never failed to show you say the word and I’ll move faster. I knew from the get-go you were in it to win it, but now I lay here a loser and no ones winning. And you were never too late, too slow to start, to take advantage of a boy with a broken heart who kept trying hard. In reverie I see the real you. Come home tonight and we can make something out of my life. Come home tonight. Maybe I’ll find you somewhere.

DISCONNECT
I drove through Berlin tonight. Straight shot down the highway and through my chest. And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile. I walked around this rainy college campus on a Sunday for three hours. I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there. And I thought of me and how you just don’t care. But I could swear I saw your reflection in the puddle of rain on the concrete. You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek. And I can swear I feel the dissection of the whole me when you leave. And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave. I drowned you in alcohol last night. But you poked air holes through my chest. You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind. Connections wearing thin.

DUDE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Where do I start? How do I begin to describe the way I mistake every shadow for you being here. And if I get it wrong one more time I’ll swan dive off the overpass. (Let’s just pretend you know who I am) I pretend that you’re in my car. Tracing my thoughts and making me whole, but the never ending solo nights fade into let down days and I’m back home without you. You’ll never understand. Your skin looks so smooth but I wouldn’t know, because the lock on your door is keyless. Cold air has made me numb, and this town seems so deceased without you. So I’ll write more songs about you. 
At night I dream of how it could have went….
At night I blame myself for how it’s been…..
You’ll never understand…..

ARLINGTON DRIVE
I don’t know how you do this. But the path were on is misleading us all. And I don’t know what to do kid. The sun is out and I feel alive like I haven’t in a long time. Looking back is getting me down. It’s harder to trudge on then it used to be for us. I’m writing this for old friends that I miss. To start and end things the right way. I’m writing to tell you I’m thinking of giving up. Is this a lesson in being more careful or is this a lesson in telling the truth. I mapped it all out, I mapped our lives out. I woke up this morning and the circles were drifting apart.

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING
Its a shame the lights dont shine on you back in Jersey. But Broad Street and Walnut are looking real bright. And I think, maybe had I been a better companion, you wouldn`t need this rescuing tonight. I can hear you breath. I can smell your sheets from New Jersey. And I`ve got a mind to get out of bed right now and come over (and see you) I cant imagine you all alone. In the big city on your own. Whos going to protect you? I couldnt be there as much as I wanted to. But you dont need me. I just need you.  I hope you want me to come over right now cause Im going to.

IN ORBIT
My mouth is firing out blanks cause I have nothing left to say. No tools to rebuild the bridge that fell onto the road and got in our way. And all the times you never said “I love you too” are starting to come back and I`m counting all the things that I didn’t do over again. I’m sorry I’m such a bad boyfriend. But you didn’t make this easier. I’m sorry I say I’m sorry so much. And it’s so hard for me to keep in touch. I’m running on a treadmill gound and going nowhere. On and on the cycle moves, without me and without you. I realize now the world doesn’t need you or me to keep spinning. It spins round and round without us everytime we go to sleep. And broken hearts they lie in bed with promises still left to keep. And we just stare at the ceiling, Awake all night.

THE USUAL RESULTS
She said, “Okay, I’m sorry I know I’m not perfect all the time.” But take a look in the mirror. I’m not the one who’s breaking promises. Failure. To accomplish all in which that I have tried. Look at us now. This isn’t how we wanted “us” to turn out. Relationships fall like leaves from a tree. I tried to make you believe but you’re reluctant right now. I’m getting weaker. I’m going nowhere. Fading out slowly just like a movie would. I called you last night. With the usual results.

TOP EIGHT
I guess that we are not best friends anymore. Cause I don’t think that I like you anymore. You’re washed up. Pathetic. You lot your touch and I don’t get it. And I don’t want to be your friend anymore. You`ll die and I`ll say “what a waste”. You used to be such a catch. But now you’re a mess. Well I guess I’m not the same guy anymore. A lot of things became clear to me. I don’t stand for these antics or even want to understand it. And I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I’m wondering which of us will be the first to fall. I’m wondering now if I make any sense at all.