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The Things We Leave Behind

by Moving Boxes

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1.
Thinking 00:46
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2.
Stop Signs are Merely Suggestions 02:45
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How did we get here? We fought for nothing and that’s where it left us My bodies unfamiliar and it’s wearing out this couch Is walking backwards still moving? I can’t stay still I stake my camp on a doorstep Light a candle that smells like home That I can’t seem to find How many times will I Let myself fade into someday By getting lost on the concept Another casket for a tired soul Hoping maybe in the ground she’ll find Something unknown finding time to wallow in wasting it But these walls came up fast Covered in ivy I didn’t notice I was drowning in recompense How many times will I let myself fade into someday By getting lost on the concept A broken record of a borrowed line This hesitations growing weeds in my weathered spine Maybe this hole is my escape
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Swoledemort 02:38
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I can’t do anything right I spent years barking up all of the wrong trees And yeah, most of them were on fire I see most red flags as a challenge nowadays I think I’m seeing ghosts But what haunts me the most Is the feeling that I’m close But never close enough I can’t breathe When I think too loud So I can’t turn the radio down I need something to drown out Reminders of the fact that I’m losing ground Now all my friends Have a life and goals While I’m stuck crawling out of a hole That I dug all on my own Clinging to the people I’ve long outgrown I can’t do anything right I’m seeing ghosts again They’re always of my friends They’re always telling me I’m fucked Nothing ever goes the way that I want it to And I’m starting to think that it’s my fault
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God Save (me from) The Queen 04:27
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The mosquitos down in Charleston Fell dead around my feet I told you “my blood’s poison” You laughed, said “no, it’s sweet” It’s gotten to the point where I would rather be alone Scared shitless I can’t live up To the me you think you know Sam told me it’s easier To act than let them know That you hate your identity And your life’s become a show Of some sick dysphoric syndrome I wish would disappear A guest inside my home A stranger living in my mirror Is compounding lack of sleep Getting to me again Or am I better making peace With what I have, settling for what I see? I’ve spent my last few years tied to a shovel Kicking over snails so I don’t make a mistake In this hole I’m digging hoping maybe They will only see my flowers it’s the only way I couldn’t see the steering wheel So I pulled off the road Shook for what seemed like forever Till the breakdown finally slowed I wish I was someone My younger self would want to be Instead I am a dying sun A fruitless, thorny tree I wish I could be brave I wish that I could grow a spine But my body’s someone else’s Clothes don’t feel like mine Is compounding lack of sleep Getting to me again? Or am I better six feet deep Where I can live up to my memory? I’ve spent my last few years tied to a shovel Kicking over snails so I don’t make a mistake In this hole I’m digging breathing dirt with all my Friends around me to help me decay
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Look Ma! No Hands! 03:37
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Gave new meaning to the place I had Didn’t know I’d end up missing it that bad Now all I have is all I am Pit in my stomach and a spin in my head No I can’t get comfortable in my own bed The walls are closing in This pain in my chest has stretched I’m holding my breath To bottle the fire in my lungs The fresh air is suffocating, I’m Driving backwards down a one way street Regressing faster than I can find my feet And I’m losing speed I’m sitting here taking in the view Watching my friends through Airports and drive throughs I recognized the make of your car I didn’t even know you were in town When you moved so far Oh god Where did I go so wrong? Oh god Can I please go home Where did I go so wrong? Oh god Can I please go Can I please go home
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Perspectives From the Blue Couch 02:29
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The days seem to be getting shorter I’m tired of getting older Oh god I’m so tired Took care of the grinding pain in my chest By stabbing it over and over again Eyelids grow heavy and I’m starting to see you I only breathed it in so that I could forget your name It melts my disguise Slit my finger on these running days Wishing that I’d run dry While trying to convince myself of just One more reason why I’ve started to see another guy He asks me what the shapes look like To my eyes
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Cries in French (Ouip Ouip) 02:48
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Too cold The crack in the window left a bitter draft Waking me up from another Scene of littered holes in your chest And these shells they’re lining the walls to my hell I can’t seem to stop another scene Of our worries painting the sidewalk I’m running my body into these walls Over and over again Wishing for bruises so I don’t have to break I say over and over again Everything around me screams Doom with a gravesite Biding time until I become a headline My neck is growing tired from turning behind me I’m watching my steps but I keep losing my feet The warning lights are flashing their eyes From every direction they surround me I’ve gotten so used to picturing death I don’t think I’ll be shocked when it happens All I can do is hope that I get close enough That I can feel I’ve paid my debt I’m running my body into these walls Over and over again Wishing for bruises so I don’t have to break I say over and over again Everything around me screams doom With a gravesite keep pleading ‘til- I’m biding time until I become a headline
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My Therapist Would Like a Raise 03:38
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I don’t think I like who I am I guess I can’t remember when I did Or when I lost my confidence But I don’t think I like who I am No no no I turn the TV on and watch a man tell me about my life Another burnout with a wasted appetite Rusted trophies line the walls with teary eyes I tell them what I’d do if I only had the time Is life enough to keep breathing Is there a direction to sinking Cause my feet are made of sand But I’m running I’m running I’m running Brushing dust off of the pictures laid forgotten in a line Holding faces I haven’t heard from for some time I know the number but I never dial The words are building on my tongue But they don’t taste worthwhile I don’t think I like who I am I guess I can’t remember when I did Or when I lost my confidence Or when the color faded Or when I stopped sleeping I stopped wishing I stopped wanting I stopped loving I stopped living
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The River 03:22
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I threw a rock in the river I watched as it thrashed Tossed around until its Edges were rounded out And it sunk to the bottom Breathing water as it’s friend It seems so easy just to breathe in On my shoulder My devil says I should give in Let the river consume me Fill my lungs and let the pain win I spent the last year wishing I was dead Don’t you think the water’s a poetic end? Going nowhere I’ll never amount to a thing Like the last bird of a species To nobody I sing When a tree falls with no witness Does it make a sound? Will anybody miss me When I’m in the ground? I threw a rock in the river All it did was sink Pebbles shifted around Motionless until the current Turned it to ground I tend to visit that place now Going nowhere I’ll never amount to a thing Like the last bird of a species To nobody I sing When a tree falls with no witness Does it make a sound? Will I ever make a sound? Every single day A routine on replay A lens of only gray Throw it all away
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Entracte 01:50
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This is Not How it Ends 04:27
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I can smell the mold It’s in the walls of this new apartment That I left here I brush my hands across another notch That I’ve left here in this stand My backs got a story to tell There’s a narrative in my posture It’s writing letters And they’re telling me to get the hell out They’re tellling me to get out And that I’ve wasted another month This seasons littered with rent checks Piled next to my thoughts dead like the leaves on the ground I’m not gonna let December drag me under again I’m not gonna run away, run away I need to breathe life before I decay I’m watching the sunrise on another day Spent in flickering white scale lights Their burning down on me and Casting my shadow to an inward facing window I can barely breathe With the clocks face glaring at me An opponent across the ring Every minute it’s shaking it’s hand Beating me senseless I’m wishing it was over while missing my bruises How did we ever make a cyclistic hell The knot of a lifeline? Or am I just wasting mine? For once I will not be my reason for pain

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"The music of Moving Boxes can be deceiving. The band’s live performances are full of excitement and smiles, with music that seems to lift your body into the air. However, lurking beneath the celebratory surface are themes of existential dread that pull your heart back down to Earth. This is the friction that generates the heat of their new album, The Things We Leave Behind." - Dan Russell-Pinson, Queen City Nerve

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released January 26, 2024

Nicholas Steinborn - Mixing, preproduction
Will Yip - Mastering
Sophie Biancofiore - Composition, bass, vocals
JT Sutek - Composition, drums, guitar, vocals

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Midwesty pop-punky 5th wave emo whatevercore with moshy breakdowns from NC. FFO Pool Kids, Origami Angel, Sweet Pill.

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