Pinegrove New Friends

Is there anyone here I know

I look around the room

Whatever I let it go

Steve’s in Germany, that’s it

I try to think of anyone else

No, yeah, that’s it

I resolve to make new friends

I liked my old ones

But I fucked up so I’ll start again

What’s the worst that could happen

Strings frayed like my good days

Tied around my finger

I felt so afraid

I had my mind on her on my own

But when I looked back up

Everybody else was gone

So I resolve to make new friends

Someone tell me to quit my head

And help me forget it

What’s the worst that could happen

The end of summer and I’m still in love with her

I said

Forget it

What’s the worst that could happen

The end of summer and I’m still in love with her

I said

Forget it

Forget it

Forget it

Pinegrove Recycling

Rolling on his back like an ocelot

Crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together

Nothing really bugs me out

Nothing really bugs me

Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape

Trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever

Nothing really bugs me out

Nothing really bugs me

Anymore. I’ve had enough

Now we’re on the same page

Circling the gap like you don’t know what you hold

Drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds

Nothing really bugs me out

Nothing really bugs me

Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars

We’ve been carving little symbols in the bark

Nothing really bugs me out

Nothing really bugs me

Out

So let it go:

There’s nothing I could tell you

That you don’t already know

Pinegrove Aphasia

So satisfied I said a lot of things tonight

So long Aphasia and the ways it kept me hiding

It’s not so much exactly all the words I used

It’s more that I was somehow down let them loose

So complicated

I can’t wait to get explaining

Your listening distended out since I’ve been crying

So long Aphasia and the ways it kept me hidden

So long to silent nerves and hesitant oblivion

You came and sent me out unfurling in the street

I felt unprecedented confidence in speaking

Stick around I’m thinking things’ll be alright

Newly delivered, won’t you live with me tonight?

Something tonight was such a let down on my pride

It takes a part of me I don’t got to take some things in stride

I’d pace around the place so quiet in myself

I’d wake the next and see my silence went unfelt

Just when I thought I had this pattern sorted out

Apparently my ventricles are full of doubt, now

Nah things go wrong sometimes

Don’t let it freak you out

But if I don’t have you by me then I’ll go underground

Nah but what you’ve got was in your reaches all along

Plus one day you’ll be reaching for me and I’ll be gone

So to help remind myself

I wrote this little song

One day I won’t need your love

One day I won’t define myself by the one I’m thinking of

And if one day I don’t need it

One day you won’t need it

Pinegrove Problems

This is how I spend my life up

Singing old songs

What if I waste my life up?

And all my problems

It’s so stupid

They’re not even problems

It was supposed to snow

And it did for a minute

But there’s no distraction now

Or we could spend these years up

On the phone

But is that much better?

It was supposed to snow

But it didn’t

So there’s no excuses now

Pinegrove Paterson + Leo

Paterson and Leo

Are wandering out

Wandering around

In Brookdale at sundown

They’re looking for

They’re still looking

Here’s another place in our town

Here’s a little bowl, here’s the steeple

Here’s another underwater

Here’s our friendship, why I oughta

Why I love you enough to say it

Thank you, Paterson

Thank you, Leo

Thank you, Paterson

Thank you, Leo

Pinegrove Visiting

I’m spectral for days on end these days

With thoughts about visiting

So how about my voice rings out for you

And you can tell me what you’re doing

The truth is I lost all track of time

And I wound up wandering

Unraveling fragments all inside

But I rise up all aligning

Cause the truth is

I don’t know what

But you did it

How long I wander by your side?

How long would I wander?

Cause I feel like that’s what it might feel like

I figure I’d warn you

I am out of my goddamned mind

And out to California

Follow along the dotted line with

With arcs of our blood

Cause the truth is

I don’t know what

But you did it

After the drugs have worn off

And we’re brittle in the light

Will you still be there for me?

Still do things for me?

Soul on the radio

Shaking in car around

City to city

Montclair and elsewhere

Nervous about coming over

It’s all true

I like you

You move me

But the truth is

I don’t know what

I thought I knew it

Pinegrove Unison

I was warned about you

But then, I was worn

Through

Then

But then I let the sound in

Of torches along the path’s edge

Rustling in my eyes and ears

Our eyes and ears

Hours would pass and nothing…

All contorted in row

These antlers don’t

Cut

Through

Nor do they tessellate with

Anything along where we’re walking

Cutting out

And in

And out and out and in

Again

Hours would pass and nothing…

I know you

You know our bodies move in unison

The answer’s within that

I could be burning houses but I’m not

I knew you

I thought our bodies moved in unison

Lucile, I rescind that

I could be burning houses but I’m not

I’m not

I’m not

I’m not

I’m not

Pinegrove &

Hand over hand

I’m pulling myself together

On this itchy couch again

I’d pull you in

But

I couldn’t help thinking

Or

My mouth was tarpaulin

Let me start again:

I didn’t mean to say so

Much about my plans

So you see my hand

See? It’s never either/or now

Stigmata ampersand

The morning is the self it’s self evident

A clattering of blinds

A mimetic wind

A sympathetic tremor I’m

A tessela of signs

O I close my eyes and

Fractal inner rings of varicose resign

Coiled dark inside

I’ll open my eyes and clear my

Throat when I know it’s time

Pinegrove Intrepid

Don’t let it get to you, you said

Well I did

Take a rectangle, untangle your head

Intrepid

Would you bet your life on it darling

If I did

Well the way I spent my winter, I wonder

How could we commit

When the long road noise is loud and you can’t hear the song go

And I’m out here with no real belief and no hand for me to hold

Up in the early morning for no reason again

Re-listening to your message and I held it in my head

Through broke signal like what type of world we wanna live in

Do we curl inwards or live long together in forgiveness

And you said, do we bend our lives to it darling

Then we did

If we learned to love ourselves better, maybe

We could commit

Pinegrove Over My Shoulder

Quick shadow dribbling down me:

I’m looking over my shoulder

Justifying anything’s easy

Like, you look when you hear a sound

Somebody once told me

“Loosen up your eyes

Because it feels nice,”

Then no more on that subject

I blindly led you on and me in the process

Thick pupil dilating quietly:

I’m looking over my shoulder

Just if I’m within the interstices

Then I’m looking for when you come ’round

Somebody once told me:

“Loosen up your eyes

Because it feels nice,”

But then no more on that subject

I blindly led you on and me in the process

Don’t ask how my day was

Don’t ask anything else

(Where did all the time go? / Where’d you put my suitcase?)