For Better Or For Worse

by Day 4 / Never Friends

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released July 1, 2017

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Michael Briggs at Civil Recording in Denton, TX
Artwork by Chelsea Miller

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Charles Tobias
Cade Arceneaux
Melissa Whitted
Christian Daigle

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Track Name: Day 4 - To Me
What are you so afraid of?
Most of us are rhythmless,
yet we still attempt to sing along,
with our jaded lungs.
We can figure it out, we’ll figure it out together
The melody, the words you can’t remember.
You’re no exception,
so tell me, what are you so afraid of?

Go ahead and make your sly remarks.
Misdirect the conversation.
Your extraneous jokes cloaked in smoke
can't distract from
your alcoholic breath.

You can’t just brush everything off,
to try to paint another picture.
What happens when you finally step back
to find that your creation
reflects a different image?

When the beat began, your feet surrendered
and gracefully stepped along to the groove,
but once you realized we synchronized,
your cadence faltered.
Well, you can’t just shut off from the tune
when it becomes convenient for you.

I’m just trying to understand.

Well you faked the art, and you played the part
well enough for me to notice a melody,
but that’s just my fault, I guess that I was wrong
to assume that you had finally felt the
music, in the shift of your hips, in your lips, in your kiss
but I guess that I was too optimistic.
When you speak to me, I still feel the beat,
the rhythm, do you ever listen?

I’m just trying to understand.
Track Name: Day 4 - To You
I don’t know.
It’s out of my control.
The music faded out so long ago
from the radio,
and ever since just failed attempts to find a clear signal.
I’d turn the dial slow,
but static overwhelmed the speakers, so
I gave up the struggle.
Now every time a song revives I fail to hit the notes.

No, don’t sit there and swear
that if I wanted I could learn.
My family, historically,
is not one I would consider
as musically inclined, so why
would my abilities differ?
If I take the stage, I’m so afraid
that I’d forget the words.

I don’t know why I’m suddenly,
revealing everything,
I guess I’ve had too much to drink,
my glass looks empty, look this
conversation’s depressing
let’s change the ambience
and lighten the mood just a bit
and lift our spirits, well
this cigarette should do the trick

My head is so crowded,
I think I lost you in the clutter,
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here.

You can take away,
this tightness in my chest,
stop my head from shouting,
tell me it’s okay,
keep me from falling away.

I pushed you aside,
and I apologize,
it happened all the time,
I know I’ll never change,
and I don’t know why.

When the beat began and you extended your hand,
(you wouldn’t understand, you wouldn’t understand)
I took it, then I second-guessed myself with every step
(you wouldn’t understand, you wouldn’t understand)
your body leapt to the breath of every instrument,
(you wouldn’t understand, you wouldn’t understand)
my uncoordinated steps began effecting your dance
(you wouldn’t understand, you wouldn’t understand)
I didn’t mean to make it seem like I intentionally
faltered my feet, shut off the beat, just for your disdain,
I couldn’t justify the need to intervene with the piece,
to compromise its dignity, so I walked away.
You wouldn’t understand.