Opportunities (SYG​-​037)

by Hot Mulligan

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6 song EP from Lansing, MI's Hot Mulligan. "Opportunities" was tracked, produced and mixed by Nick Diener at Oneder Studios in Saginaw, MI and mastered by Cam Boucher.

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released December 16, 2016

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Track Name: If You Had Spun Out In Your Oldsmobile This Probably Wouldn't Have Happened
So let's stop pretending that this had meant anything
I was just another back seat hookup
I was just a selfish way of coping
You were always touching me and laughing
You said, "Boy, you know that I love you. It's just not the way you wanted me to."

I saw you on a magazine
Marked "fashion" something
You looked too pretty to be true
So I assumed it wasn't you
Tell me where you got all the courage from
Ignored by your best friend and your mom
I told you that you could do
Anything you wanted

You only walk on red carpets
Someday soon they're going to end
Twisting all tattered your backward head will form it's little plans but
You can't depend on anyone
It's not my fault that you won't love me if I'm not useful anymore

I saw you at a bus stop
Waiting for your boyfriend to get off
I wonder what kind of tool that he appears to be to you
You know you had me contemplate last month away
Thinking of what I would say
Stay away you ruined me
You beautiful but fucking awful thing

You only walk on red carpets
Someday soon they're going to end
Twisting all tattered your backward head will form it's little plans but
You can't depend on anyone
It's not my fault that you won't love me if I'm not useful anymore

Use me as you do
Track Name: The Hammer Guy Is At It Again
You wanted help
But I
Am not
The ambulance to
Carry broken bodies back from suicidal tendencies
So take my breath it's what you'll get, another second to regret
The times
You took
And kept
My everything
It's never been my selflessness
My car is not a taxi service
Cry into your pillow for the people who don't want you anymore

It was the perfect place to finally come through
Opportunities at funerals that aren't meant for you
You picked your place as the widow to a stranger
Shoot back your pride with pity as a chaser
Drunkenly drive yourself home
I hope you end up all alone
I know you just fell out of love
Soak up the feeling and know that it's what you deserve

And maybe if you wanted to mend what was broke
Then I'd understand where your empathy goes
The light in your chest is no longer exposed
The cold of your heart freezes ice to the roads

You know I'm broke
Each train
Of thought
Feels meaningless
If Bible School has taught you all the qualities you could improve,
The cross around your neck has all but lost the purpose meant for you
So try
And see
Yourself
As what you are
That's righteous to yourself as though your body isn't full of hell, you'll break over the pictures where your beauty once meant anything to me

It was the perfect place to finally come through
Opportunities at funerals that aren't meant for you
You picked your place as the widow to a stranger
Shoot back your pride with pity as a chaser
Drunkenly drive yourself home
I hope you end up all alone
I know you just fell out of love
Soak up the feeling and know that it's what you deserve
Track Name: Wait For It
All I can ask is that we stay like this forever because
I've spent a decade just wishing that we could
Fantasies were unmet, and we never kept our promises
But this time I swear I have it figured out for good

You can be found in the cheapest and sweetest of bottles I have ever swallowed down
I'd rather have you than this spinning room that smells like cheap booze and perfume

When you wrote me off, I wrote a song about a holocaust
You were the premise that dropped the melody into my head
Like a bomb that falls and spreads itself across the harbor of my heart
Destroying every single vessel in the bay
I feel the same way
Cheated
Depleted
A once-boastful army defeated by a play-Judas bullet to the lips
Just check the tube of your chapstick
It's shaped the same
I shape myself around you
But you never take the blame

I was 200-0
My god,
You came around last minute, brought the loss to me
I missed the trophy wife,
Please can you help me?
I'd say to my family
If you would ever settle down and realize that it's always been me
Track Name: Dary
Where's your father's name now?
It's every time you see me
Cause it's printed on a street sign that you see entering the city
You had a price tag
You thought letting materialistic concepts into the process
Wouldn't make a difference

I just had so much to say, but you don't want to hear it anyway
So I will sit and keep my mouth shut
You won't hear from me for months, or years, or I don't even care how long
Cause I don't want to think about you anymore

I was marking up your neck
My hips were locked between your knees
You were pulling me in
But your motives were selfish
I think you're bluffing again
Don't forget; I can see right through you
Your eyes are a window
I'm enjoying the view
Of your attention complex directing your heart again
If you had paid attention to context
You would see you only need me when
I was showing interest in something else
And I wasn't giving you what you were used to

I just had so much to say, but you don't want to hear it anyway
So I will sit and keep my mouth shut
You won't hear from me for months, or years, or I don't even care how long
Cause I don't want to think about you anymore

You kept me around
Cause it was easier than looking for someone else as a fallback
No heart inside
You wasted this life
Keeping this leash cause no one else wants you

You won't hear from me for months, or years, or I don't even care how long
Cause I don't want to think about you anymore
Track Name: Something About A Bunch Of Dead Dogs
I am afraid of my grandmothers notes
Cause someday they will stop showing up
A sweet note and a couple of bucks says "I love you," but the dead cannot love
And this grave,
It means nothing to you
Still something sweet about the flowers and perfume
I assumed you'd live forever but if you are never gone
Then anything you do will never leave a mark

I will never understand my twitch or why anxiety is hanging on to every situation with an iron grip
If you want peace you will find nothing in me
Every day I am afraid I'll see my family fade away every decision that I make is making it harder to sleep
If you want peace
You will find nothing in me

Who'd have thought that one of us would lose their lives
Oh, every night I lay awake and think that I'm the one that should have died
Ever since you left I've just been trying to make you proud
If nothing else then maybe I can take some pride in what I've done myself

I will never understand my twitch or why anxiety is hanging on to every situation with an iron grip
If you want peace you will find nothing in me
Every day I am afraid I'll see my family fade away every decision that I make is making it harder to sleep
If you want peace
You will find nothing in me

And I tried to find that in you
Track Name: I Replied To Tyler With Three Blue Cars
I can't remember me calling you sober
I wish that I would have asked you to come over
I must have blacked out again
That's how it's always been

Why can't I see myself doing anything but struggling?
I'm struggling

My breath smells like I've been getting high again
I wish you could have seen me not passed out on the carpet
While I was unconscious
Please order my coffin
I don't think I'll wake up
I don't want to wake up
And see anything that looks better off than me
I'll fill both my lungs with smoke just so I can not breathe
And I'll take another pill
Yeah, I'll swallow it down
Throw myself into the river
And watch me fucking drown

Why can't I see myself doing anything but struggling?
Personality replaced with internal conflict, asking
Why can't I see myself doing anything but struggling?
I'm struggling

I can't remember you calling me sober
I wish that you would have asked me to come over
You must have blacked out again
Thoughts of a sober friend