I’ll quit all these fancy prospects Rather swim down in my shallow pockets Don’t wrap me in the arms of the football captain I don’t need to borrow his bomber jacket I’m peaking over now through your picket fence And your grass is looking brown All your leaves are sickened I say no one’s home to my toxic friends They said, “you’ll be alone,” and I said, “say less” They said I’d be mourning in a black dress Now I’m dancing around like a goddamn princess (Clean: like a damn princess) I don’t buy into your back-to-school checklist I’m not selling out and that’s the price of happiness Am I a bitch (Clean: Am I to blame) if I’m getting really over it? Celeb-obsessed crowds and the top-perching chauvinists I won’t say aloud how I’m feeling about the fortune list I’ll just write it down while I resign from corporate I’m peaking over now at your hoarded wealth And your stocks are heading down, saved by the bell I watch you drive home in your brand new Lexus Face glued to your phone Am I supposed to be jealous? They said I’d be mourning in a black dress Now I’m dancing around like a goddamn princess (Clean: like a damn princess) I don’t buy into your do-or-die bucket list I’m not selling out and that’s the price of happiness They said I’d be pinching pennies for my debt singing in the street and drowning in my loneliness I said I’ll count my change with no regrets Singing in the street ‘cause that’s the price of happiness Chorus Repeats Miranda Hardy- vocals, guitar, producer; Alex Crossland- slide guitar, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, percussion, producer; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master, bass, co-producer; Ross (TikTok: @theresgremlinsinmyboots)- key word inspiration “single” “happy” “fall” “black”

You loosened my temper ‘til it slipped from my tongue I should have surrendered at the starting gun I’m always saving this toxic relationship while you stomp around and act like you’re the boss of it You bang your iron fist, behaving childish But you’ll say it’s me who throws a fit Consider this my notice I’m not dramatic, just over it and the time you suck (you suck) no longer having fun Don’t need approval from anyone, I’m done If this is no contest, then how come I’m losing it? (losing it) Can’t seem to sail against (sail against) your thickheaded wind I’m done with all your needs (all your needs) pushing my boundaries Lost humanity with my need to people please (people please) I seem to be obsessed with making empty threats Gonna finally jump from the sinking ship Chorus Repeats I’d take the blame but all I did was care (all she did was care) My mistake (her mistake) for thinking you’d treat me fair (you don’t treat her fair) So consider this my notice (ahh) I don’t care anymore, I’m over it (so over it) Haven’t had fun since this begun So now I’m done, I’m done Miranda Hardy- vocals, background vocals, piano, beat; Morgan Hardy- background vocals, co-producer; Charlie Graf- background vocals, claps; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer, bass, trumpet; Tara Fowler- song title inspiration

Hand out the window It’s raining on Abbot Kinney Sun may paint rainbows but you’re the only light I ever see Ooh, got the hand I wanna hold while we’re never growing old Ooh, flying in PCH breeze Driving all that stress past me In the summer heat, we swim in la piscina Sip the strawberry frozen margaritas No, we don’t need sleep The sun will never leave us Drinking iced coffee in a lifeguard dream Don’t get deep, float here on the surface Lick the twisted ice cream, topped with maraschino Wear the red bikini, that match the cherry liquor Then we’ll rewind the scene in a lifeguard dream Sun glasses mirror all our troubles to rearview Sky starts to shimmer Sipping bubbles is all we’ll ever need to do We can hide away from bills In the sand castles we build Ooh, living off Malibu breeze All that salt turned sugar sweet Chorus Repeats Miranda Hardy- vocals, piano, drum and bass beat, producer; Joe Berson- ukulele, co-producer; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

No need to lie, I see you blushing in her light She’s just your type Wrinkled eyes from her nonstop smile Hey, go get her, I bet she lets you down I’m not bitter, I might keep you around Hey, go get hurt, I bet she lets you I bet she hurts you I don’t mind if you’re falling out of line I don’t mind, I’m not the jealous type I just mind if you’re falling out of love If you’re falling out of love with me Love with me, yeah Won’t start a fight, I’m not looking to waste our time But I can’t stand here one more night If you’re wishing for him by your side Hey just say it, I bet you’ll hate the sound No don’t fake it if you want what you found Hey just say it, I bet you’ll hate it, I bet you’ll hate it Chorus Repeats You don’t owe me nothing but honesty (please don’t lie this time) You don’t owe me nothing but honesty (please don’t tell me) So tell me does your heart beat faster (Does your heart beat faster) when she says your name? Would it matter (Would it matter?) if she felt the same? Would it matter if she said (he said it out loud) “what if i want you?” Chorus Repeats Miranda Hardy- vocals, guitar, producer; Alex Crossland- vocals, piano, upright bass, producer; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

I rode into the sunset, at least can say I tried I chased it ‘til it’s day again, must have missed it by a mile I won’t cry about it, I’ll just say good night Sleeping fine in the daylight Maybe I am hopeless, maybe I’m a stowaway Maybe when I get there, I will learn to stay You used to write me letters, burned the day I left You poets smother beauty and die in your corsets I won’t write about it, I’ll erase it from my mind Save us all some priceless time Maybe I am hopeless, maybe I’m a stowaway Maybe when I get there, I will learn to stay Even in my comfort, I am burned from the world Worried what will last, what was I supposed to learn Will it get no better, even when I give my best? When ships roll on their side to finally get some rest? I’ve spent these last days hiding from everyone I know No use getting guidance when there’s no place left to go I’d say I’m no beggar but I don’t wanna lose humble hearts held in my noose Maybe it is hopeless, maybe I’m a stowaway Maybe when I get there, I’ll deserve to stay Maybe when I get there, I will learn to stay Miranda Hardy- vocals, guitar, producer; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

Shouldn’t I speak fluent French now? It’s been a couple decades and I only know “c’est la vie“ Shouldn’t I have bigger breasts how those women do in Sex and the City? Well, I can’t do taxes, (she can’t do taxes) stay friends with exes (stays friends with exes) and I’ll start a scene just so my life can feel dramatic (she’s so dramatic) My lavish budget? (her lavish budget) Well, I can’t afford it (she can’t afford it) But I’ll do my best to just ignore that You talk about weather and work I’ll laugh bout nothin ‘til it hurts You watch your news networks I’ll watch these self-set fireworks I see it (she sees it), your future (your shining future) It’s not lost on me what it’s worth I’m glad you’re so damn sure Guess I’m a little bit immature I guess I’m, guess I’m, a little bit immature Still listen to Aqua’s album on the way to new movies rated PG-13 Tried to dye my own hair platinum in my bathroom then cried myself to sleep Don’t want a day job (she quit her day job) Rather be laid off (did she get laid off?) Would it even matter if I lived off friend potatoes? I’m not my mother (she’s not her mother) I won’t become her (she won’t become her) I couldn’t even if I tried to bother You talk about weather and work (weather and work) I’ll laugh ‘bout nothin’ ‘til it hurts You watch your news networks I’ll watch these self-set fireworks I see it (she see’s it), your future (your shining future) It’s not lost on me what it’s worth I’m glad you’re so damn sure Guess I’m a little bit immature When did we get old? Did I miss the memo? We wanted picket fences, or so I’m told I’d rather suck down this Topo Chico than sip and spit an aged Bordeaux (with notes of red and notes of grape) Oh, uh oh, I guess I’m a little bit immature Oh, uh oh, I guess I’m... You get your 8-hours REM (8-hours REM) I’ll meditate to EDM You move to Westchester (Westchester) I’ll let this mental state fester You watch those home videos I’ll watch TikToks on my broken phone Im glad you’re so damn sure Guess I’m a little bit immature Miranda Hardy- vocals, piano, beat, producer; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

Bohemian breeze blowing in tough love Carrying me to my dead end luck Came too far to admit I’m stuck I’m a teddy in the grill of a Mack truck Wolf spider’s jumping out like he’s bigger than me Got a glare and bodies in his mouth that’ll make me believe it, he’s all i’ll never be On the road I measure myself from the places that I should be I don’t know how I’m so far out I’ve been driving for eternity and trying not to sleep I was never gonna be the best one Life is a slaughter, why rate a mess? But I just thought I’d be someone else by now Somewhere out of my own way Chorus Repeats Her perfume makes them swoon but it’s giving me a headache Nothing new, I should be immune but I’m sick of comparing I’d rather be alone I was never good at keeping attention Why would I bother to learn my lesson When I thought I’d be someone else by now Somewhere out my own way Someone else by now, somewhere out my own way Chorus Repeats Miranda Hardy- vocals, violin, shakers, producer; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master co-producer

Came back in case I’d see you Now I’m just passing through my hometown grave yard, plotting my next downfall Thought I was growing up, but I was sinking lower You only shined like love, reflected once I’m older I got no home here anymore So what the fuck would I stay for (CLEAN: so tell me what would I stay for?) Doubting if I’d ever find the one I would call my own When will I start caring? Aren’t I sick of sharing, ending up alone? Was conditioned by the drama Watched the screen but never saw what’s behind the cutrains drawn Got a fear of happy endings, getting bored, admitting I don’t want what’s next to come Passed your house a couple times Not the way I used to drive hoped you’d see me crack a smile So you’d know I’m doin’ just fine Everyone on my old block shades me with face of stone, save the last friend that I got, like I didn’t let her down the most No one here knows me anymore So who the fuck would I stay for? (CLEAN: So tell me who would I stay for?) Chorus Repeats Won’t see this through just to leave If it’s not you it must be me I fucked it all up (CLEAN: I messed it all up) like I always knew I would I tore it all down like I always will I’ve got nothing to say for myself So why would I stay? Miranda Hardy- vocals, piano, violin, guitar, beat, producer; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master, bass, co-producer

The elephant in the room is sitting on my chest again I don’t dare make any sudden moves I’m too invested in him Every song I ever heard told me you would break my heart But what now? I’ve broke my own Took it’s value and pawned it for parts I think I finally figured myself out I’m sick of swimming so I’d rather let myself drown in the bottle, buy some time to wallow while I’m upside down I think I’m starting to trigger myself now Dig up memories to propagate brand new doubts I’m a goner, every seed I water grows upside down What is ‘sorry’ from a sinner? Will it ever be enough? How much sorrow can we stand to be forgiven before giving up? You don’t strike much for one who’s always been provoked Can’t I settle in the silence of trust? Learn to leave all the good things alone? I think I finally figured myself out I’m sick of silence so I’d rather keep devils around until tomorrow An easy pill to swallow while I’m upside down I think I’m starting to get sick of myself now Paint you my enemy to sabotage round by round Got no honor, foolish like my father Falling upside down All you wanted was to find a home in me All I’ve ever done is find reasons to leave Could be dreaming with you somewhere But I’m my own worst nightmare All you’ve ever heard is all my tongue and cheek (all my cheek) While you’re laughing i’ll just cry myself to sleep (cry to sleep) Our fatal flaws are lying everywhere Are you ignoring it or unaware? I think I finally figured myself out Miranda Hardy- vocals, guitar, synth, piano, producer; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

What happens when you die? And how’d you get so sure of your beliefs and reasons from creative literature? Not saying I lost my faith in church ‘Cause that I never had No ”up” if you’re good, “down” if you’re bad But what if Jesus was just a metaphor for belief in forgiveness? A way to move forward from the consequences of our perceived sins, to get through death and taxes and then let the fun back in? And what if the afterlife is only for every single other life that comes after yours? Maybe we never did know, and maybe we never will If life on earth is shallow and we’re here to swallow that pill A pill that just might cure us of our selfish anxieties Another day afraid that nothing more comes after me But what if Mary was just a metaphor for the gifts we get on Christmas, or the mistakes that get us born? Like some man named Gabriel we put all our trust in who poses like an angel just to get us into bed And what if the after life is only for every single other life that comes after yours? What if religion just focused on the way we live? And not the lives of others when that’s none of our damn business? What if by “god above,” we meant the unknown stuff? Miraculous beginnings and the purposes of life and love? What if Jesus was just a working man who tried to say we’re equals and things got out of hand? Held up his reputation just to please his mom as some heavenly sensation, a gift given from god? Well, I’ll make some wine to woo my friends and give our lives a hopeful end Where all we’ve done and we’ve designed carries into the afterlife Miranda Hardy- vocals, choir vocals, guitar, producer Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

Yellow hills decorate our sills Borrowing their beauty Put on the kettle to boil down the nettles Tame them to harmony I hope I have the time before the daffodils sigh They come up quick, go out just as soon Never seeing the summer side of June Would you stay ‘til the strawberry moon? The strawberry moon Hunting mushrooms on spring afternoons under rotting apple trees They hide from storms as they take their form And hide just the same from me I hope I meet my find before the sun meets skyline Chorus Repeats As the days grow longer the nights fall darker Let the stones turn over new Don’t tarnish the fickle harvests longing for the fruit of June Chorus Repeats Miranda Hardy- vocals, guitar, violin, piano, producer; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer

When we first met I felt like I couldn’t keep my life together I bet myself you’d end up loving someone else better You caught me off guard in my free fall Wrapped me in your arms Held me through it all Leave the dark behind You’re mine forever more Stared until I was blinded by that smirk you wore in this autumn light, shining bright orange like the sunrise You feel like the sunrise Now I miss you even as you’re lying next to me Every kiss is like flying in ecstasy into the orange stained sky You and me Like the sunrise, you feel like the sunrise You cant blame yourself (you can’t blame yourself) For the mess I was ‘til I grew older I put you through hell (hell in my head) When you were the angel floating on my shoulder I still have your heart (beating through it all) Beauty marks and scars, we’re like a work of art Chorus Repeats You feel like the sunrise (Rise) Miranda Hardy- vocals, piano, guitar, synth, beat; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master, co-producer; Morgan Spellman (TikTok: @morganlyfe)-keyword prompts “fall” “orange” “engaged” “nostalgic“

My tolerance for pain is nothing these days Guess I used to be a little bit stronger What hasn’t killed me makes me hide away in my bed a little bit longer The winter sun’s a tease like blue light from my screen Wasting daylight won’t warm me up Talent shows of teens tell me who I need to be Taking notes but likes won’t make me loved A mess of ink is bleeding from my pen All I ever think about is who I should’ve been And nothing I dream will let me start again So I’m heading home I hope it shields the wind from the bitter end The best I feel is strange Maybe I’m a fake in a simulation, wake up Don’t got what it takes to break philosophies Wanna waste the night ‘til times up Chorus Repeats We spend our waking time dreaming up our lives Soon as we have the power we fall apart Beg myself to bite my own baited advice: Get up, just start Chorus Repeats Miranda Hardy- vocals, guitar, piano, beat, producer; Morgan Hardy- background vocals; Mark Dann- mix, master, bass, co-producer

When you walk into a room, do you ask who built it, or trust what it’s filled with? Do you know the rules? When you talk on zoom, do your eyes get tired, or do you conspire to jump in to the pool? Pull off your eye mask, you’re already sleeping Pull out your wallet and your all-consuming wish list Blindly we stumble to the metaverse (the metaverse) Sell us the logo in the metaverse (the metaverse) At the acropolis of muddled monopolists We’ll meet new wonders as our background crumbles to the metaverse (the metaverse) Won’t stay awake to see what’s true Just chose red or blue in your lucid dream Took the melatonin, slowly slipping when you visit the cities on your peloton screens Pull off your eye mask (eye mask) You’re already sleeping (you’re already sleeping) Pull out your ballot and your lullaby politics Blindly we stumble to the metaverse (the metaverse) Sell us the logo in the metaverse (the metaverse) Watch the apocalypse from the screens tied to our wrists We’ll meet new wonders as our background crumbles Chorus Repeats Rebuild the dreams of the fallen dancer with 5G captivating cancer, electric fantasy What is it that matters, in the Metaverse? Miranda Hardy- vocals, piano, electric guitar, producer; Joe Berson- vocals, bass, co-producer; Julian Rhine- electric guitar, co-producer; Travis Scelia- drums, co-producer; Mark Dann- mix and master, co-producer