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Maps
24,256
Rock
Maps was released on September 6, 2011 by Bar/None Records as a part of the album The Front Bottoms
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Release DateSeptember 6, 2011
LabelBar/None Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM137

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Front Bottoms
The Front Bottoms
Performer
Brian Sella
Brian Sella
Vocals
Mat Uychich
Mat Uychich
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Sella
Brian Sella
Songwriter
Mat Uychich
Mat Uychich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Sella
Brian Sella
Producer
Mat Uychich
Mat Uychich
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There is a map in my room
On the wall of my room
And I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through
Almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
[Verse 2]
You say, "I hate you," you mean it
And "I love you" sounds fake
It's taken me so long to figure that out
I used to love the taste
I would do anything for it
Now I would do anything
To get the taste out of my mouth
[Verse 3]
And you're so confident
But I hear you crying in your sleeping bag
[Verse 4]
But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell, you felt
If you had done anything with anyone else
It would have worked out so well
[Verse 5]
But you are an artist
And your mind don't work the way you want it to
One day, you'll be washing yourself
With hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be thinking "How did I get here?"
"Where the hell am I?"
If the roles were reversed
You could have seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind
[Verse 6]
She sees these visions; she feels emotion
She says that I cannot go, she sees my plane in the ocean
"And what about your friends?
Don't you love them enough to stay?"
And I say, "If I don't leave now
Then I will never get away"
Let me be a blue raft
On the Blue Sea, I'll blend right in
[Verse 7]
There is a map in my room
On the wall of my room
I've got big, big plans
But I can see them falling through
Almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slowly
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
[Verse 8]
But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell, you felt
If you had done anything with anyone else
It would have worked out so well
[Verse 9]
But you are an artist
And your mind don't work the way you want it to
One day, you'll be washing yourself
With hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be saying, "How did I get here?"
"Where the hell am I?"
If the roles were reversed
You could have seen me sneaking up
Sneaking up from behind
Written by: Brian Sella, Mat Uychich
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