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This song was written as a stream of consciousness about an event that happened not 10 minutes before, and I wanted to write a song with one chord, disco latches was born.

lyrics

The quiet after they leave,
is the best the thing that happens to me.
I don't know what to do
with my quiet afternoon.

When I'm alone
i feel right at..
when I'm alone i feel right at home
i feel right feel right.

So why do i even go there?
Why do i even go there?
I'd be the perfect mistress, for anyone.
I'll never call.
You'll never make me run.
'Cause i'll have nothin' to run from.

Oh, this quiet afternoon,
has got me feeling good.
But i just feel badly so bad for anybody
who thinks they can get into my head.

I watch all of you exit my house
my one bedroom, box of a room.
you always have trouble shutting the door
that doesn't have a handle that turns from the outside
and I hear you fiddle and try,
and I stay inside.
I hide.
'cause i don't like long goodbyes.

Its just me.
I am selfish and greedy.
Oh its just me, I am slimy and greedy.
But I'll be the first to give it all away,
to give it all away.
Hey you, hey you, hey you.
Would like me to give it all away to you?

credits

from Life is short, come home for Christmas., released August 18, 2014
Acoustic guitar/vocals Written and played by Ashley Cubbler
All other instrumentation Written and played by Luke Pigott

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September Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

"I promise that I can't do better than this."

-Ashley and Luke

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