Home Remedy

by Columbus

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released 19 January 2015

Columbus is:
Alex Moses - Vocals/Guitar
Ben Paynter - Bass/Vocals
Daniel Seymour - Drums/Vocals

All music by Columbus
All lyrics by Alex Moses

Guest vocals on 'Downsides of Being Honest' by John Floreani of Trophy Eyes.

Tracked by Fletcher Matthews and Clayton Segelov at The Brain Studios - Sydney. Mixed and Mastered by Will Yip & Bill Henderson at Studio 4, Philadelphia, PA. Artwork photography by Demi Cambridge. Vase painting in artwork by Yazoo131.

We'd also like to thank:
Fletcher Matthews, Clayton Segelov, Will Yip, Bill Henderson, Demi Cambridge, Tyson O'Connell, Nick Bennett, Eddie Deal, Sam Bauermeister, Jeremy Baker, John Floreani, Jem Siow, Mitch Strangman, Jimmy Kleiner, Emma Jurukovski, Tristan Higginson, Trophy Eyes, Endless Heights, Fresh Nelson, Dear Seattle, Ambleside, Thesis, Sidelines, The Playbook, Vitals, all the bands we've had the opportunity to share the stage with, our family + friends for continually supporting us and everyone who's found Columbus and become a supporter of the band. Thank you.

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(p) Columbus, 2014

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Track Name: Downsides of Being Honest (feat. John F. of Trophy Eyes)
I listen to the radio sometimes when I'm home alone
Thinking about the days we spent and the nights I waited next to the telephone
(You never called)
I can hear my heartbeat, punch through the silence,
When I'm lying in bed with my headphones on
It's probably all my fault that you're gone

And I've been coughing ever since I heard you leave
And then I went straight back to sleep
I wish the bags under my eyes weren't as heavy as my head

And I'll wait till you come home, look through the window at the streets below
One of the downsides of being honest is I'll be sleeping on my own

I knew you couldn't wait for me to leave at 6am.
The coldness of your skin reminded me of the last time I held your hand (I feel nothing)
And I can feel your heartbeat, push through my t- shirt as we
lie awake at 2am.
I know that you are thinking the same thing.

Sometimes it's hard, thinking fuck letting go
of all the things you've held so tightly, and that you'll never know
How it feels to be loved by somebody else, there's a hole inside my chest that could never be filled
Track Name: Toss & Turn
I wish I had the guts to say what's on my mind
I think about it all the time, I think about it all the time
I know I lied, when I said I had to leave tonight and I'm sorry

But I wasn't the arrowhead, I was the one who drew the bow, but I was being choked to death
I know I lied but I never had the guts to say that I'm sorry

And I know I might have ruined everything
and I'm sick to my stomach, but I've got to be honest with myself
things can't always go well

But I wasn't the arrowhead, I was the one who drew the bow, but I was being choked to death
I know I lied but I never had the guts to say that I'm sorry

And I just feel so empty on your pillow
(some nights I don't even close my eyes)
I Toss and turn beneath the sheets
(never felt so hollow in my life)

And if you left I wouldn't care
And if you left I wouldn't care

I wish I had the guts to say what's on my mind
I think about it all the time, I think about it all the time
I know I lied, when I said I had to leave tonight and I'm sorry

But I wasn't the arrowhead, I was the one who drew the bow, but I was being choked to death
I know I lied when I said I had to leave tonight and I'm sorry

And if you left I wouldn't care (some nights I don't even close my eyes)
And if you left I wouldn't care (never felt so hollow in my life)
Track Name: Hospital
You made me call you in the hospital, once you checked yourself in, for a week away from home because mum and dad
are scared of the marks on your legs and the smell of cigarettes that lingers on your breath

And I was fucking sick to my stomach, knowing you were killing yourself, with all your bad habits, the drinking and smoke just bringing you down

And I should probably hate you, for all the nights you called at 2am, when you were lying in bed with him instead,
the make-up running around your eyes
And I knew I should have left you, when you started fucking everything up, and I was beginning to feel your cuts like you
were tearing apart my life

I knew you'd never apologise
I knew you'd never apologise

You could have opened your eyes and saw what you were doing, but you opened your mouth for the bottle and your legs just to spite me. I could have sworn you never liked me
Track Name: Home Remedy
It's taken me three years or more to get comfortable with myself, I spent all of high-school pretending to be someone else.
It's taken me three years or more to change into my skin, even though I had friends I could never really fit in.
It's taken me three years or more to get over you, you told me you loved me and I told you I loved you too.
It's taken me three years or more to get this off my chest, sometimes I still hear your voice echo in my head.

And I'm sick, of being left out in the rain, I feel like a waste of space when you call and tell me that, I was never good enough for you or any one of your friends, broken bones that you can't mend, and I hope on Friday night you lie in bed thinking about all of the boys that you kissed.

And we've both grown so much, ever since we broke up
I haven't spent many nights at home, I've been driving my car around the city alone and I, just can't help feel sick, underneath all my skin, cause there's no home remedy for the feeling when you don't feel a thing

And I'm coming to terms with
maybe I'm not meant to be happy
And I think I've learned
That sometimes you can't be

And I'm coming to terms with drinking too much, because you used to be my crutch, I'd put you to my lips but at least a drink would never rip my heart out of my chest

It's taken me three years or more to get comfortable with myself, I spent all of highschool pretending to be someone else.
It's taken me three years or more to change into my skin, and now I'm as lonely as I've ever been