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Buttsweat and Tears, 2009
Written by Brendan Kelly, Chris McCaughan, and Neil Hennessy
A emo-punk song about feeling lost and alone, urban isolation, the ache of self-awareness. The narrator wakes feeling nothing ("My eyes opened to the emptiness / My face was nothing but crooked lines / I guess somewhere I really fell behind") and trudges through the cold (Chicago?) snow to a nameless bar where no one knows him, the anti-"Cheers." It's a universal feeling of ennui: the shower you take out of boredom, the drink you pour just to fill time. Everything looks bleak at those moments, the soul and the weather. The narrator's grim present seems to stretch into the future. "What will it say on my snow-covered grave? / He had it all, he let it all just slip away."
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