Chalk Farm​/​Blame

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Written in January 2017 in a sweaty practice room in Camden by two best friends.

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released April 1, 2017

Songs by George Milner and Tim Andersson.

Produced & engineered by Tim Andersson.
Mixed by Ryan Macbeath and Tim Andersson.
Mastered by Tim Andersson.

Huge love to anyone who backs this band, it means the world to us.
Support mental health issues forever.

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Pet Library England, UK

punk duo from Hertfordshire, UK.

Pet Library is George Milner and Tim Andersson.
petlibraryuk@gmail.com

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Track Name: Chalk Farm
12pm, and I'm waiting,
for you to wake up.
Last night was fun, but this is getting boring,
Are you bored of me?

Are you bored of me?
Are you bored of me?

Where did you go?
You were supposed,
to help me grow.

Don't ignore me,
cause I'm needy,
do you need me?
Don't ignore me,
cause I'm needy,
do you need me?

"You don't know how to make people like you, and you find yourself holding a grudge against them. You're standing on the outside looking in. You might have something to contribute to their conversation, but nobody cares whether you do or not. There's a barrier, and you don't know how to begin breaking it down."

Bless me,
Bless me.
Track Name: Blame
Although it seems strange
I still don't know know the right words to say
That I have to do breathing exercises just to numb my anxiety

Why do I still hate myself?
I can't always blame myself

Why do I still hate myself?
I can't always blame myself

It's almost as if every time I inhale the smoke in my lungs they refuse to let it go, so that it builds up into a concentrated, blackened residue of spite that will break down my entire body and develop into a cancer that slowly eats away at the lifeless shell that is purely inhabited by my mental wellbeing. The cogs in my brain stop turning, all you see is a pale, cold, lifeless body, but all i feel is burning.

Why do I still hate myself?
I can't always blame myself