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A Reason to Stay

by Bet Your Life

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Boss Fight 03:34
No rest for your enemies And no sleep for me When you know you're wrong And you know you're out of there. But your pain is art And your art is everything So was it worth all you burned Getting there? Look how far that I can run When I don't carry your loaded gun. Oh, now I'm gone. I don't mean to deflect fault But I couldn't hope to bear it all While you always wind back from dawn. Your stories turn to reruns With villains abound. It's all dead, recycled, echoed sound. But your pain is art And your art is everything So I'll just wait until it turns on me. One more for the defense, One note on the tiny violin, Villify disagreement, One note, one empty head, Two more for the safeguard, Two notes on the tiny violin, We're all nodding our heads. We're all nodding our heads.
Rural Juror 03:02
Here's what we fell for Here's how the stories always end Without conclusion With looser ends than we thought We had started with You know we'll try it again When the pain of fucking up Is faded by years of pretending We never did When the thrill of risk inflated this emptiness When getting what you want Is leaving out all that you need It comes for free And getting what you need Is always gonna make you bleed It's hard to let go When burning brands melt to your palms How can you say no And walk away from it? Here's what I'll never say Here's what's always stuck in my throat I used to mean it every day Symbolic scars are nothing if not vaguely tiring When the sun goes around And it's still the same routines again Everybody knows It comes and then it goes The high and the lows My pride and my shame The fault and the blame Everybody knows Everybody knows
Here we go again: Around and around and around Going nowhere fast. Never slowing down, never slowing down Always on the mend. Tiptoeing over glass, I bleed My feet burn in the sand. I should have seen it coming. I'm the king of the second chance. Here we go again. We like to pretend we had a good relationship Built over time But over time the storm got worse The seas grew rough. And the ship went down With no lifeboats And plenty of blame to pass around. Here we go again And this time it's no different from the last ten times The game changed, the scales tipped The kettle is screaming out for some relief And my throat is sore, my head is numb My eyes see red, finally my lungs explode We should have seen it coming But we didn't, so...
Oceans 03:01
You came out slinging mud With lips exactly as loose as we expected. You're sinking along with us. It's so aptly nautical. Look what you Gave And what you thought you were owed: No Quarter for all of it. Oceans of wrecks in a world of cliche. You've got your audience, You've got your choir To which you evangelize Dressed-up adversity. But you are no Abraham And you are no Gregory. Your blood is counterfeit And you're lying through your teeth. Oceans of wrecks in a world of cliche. Mountains of mess; I still don't regret the day. This means more to me than anything you think, Or anyone you string, or any high you take. This means more to me than anything you know, Or anything you claimed to sacrifice all for the show. This means more to me than anything you know. You've got us figured out. Looks like you saw right through the smoke and mirrors, Blindfolds and sleights-of-hand. Now we all just move ahead Passive aggressive. So let's pretend this never happened. Oceans of wrecks in a world of cliche. Mountains of mess; I still don't regret the day. Friendships mean more than alcohol and weed.
There must be something in the air. There must be something in the way It burns right to the bone. We're walking skeletons in here When just a minute's passed Since we were fully fleshed And breathing out. Or was it just something you said? We'd welcome in the wind If we knew it wouldn't spread the flames That you'd been spitting out. So we smother them ourselves And apologize for slights on you While wringing out our necks. It's always just something you said. It's always just... Something you shouldn't have but did anyway When you find yourself on the ugly side You'll light it up and cry innocent When the world explodes You're the only one left holding a match Express regret Just to set it up and knock it down again When one finds himself on the ugly side of you. You'll never justify the means No matter when the ends could be There is no amount of mulling it over That could create a dryer bleed. The elevator's dropping more than me When there's nothing left for or me to say Can I get myself home from this place? I'd rather leave it all there but you're bringing it home.
You told me that you'd found a reason to stay. The search was pointless anyway. And here I was wishing I had still had mine As I had said right from the start. I'll let it hold me down, keep me unsteady. I'm feeling selfish now when I've got plenty. I'll hold a little more because it might be ending. It was everything to me, but not anymore. It's over and I'm regretting nothing. It's over and I'm moving on. When I told you that you had to leave The room turned to black and grey. I watched it all drain from your eyes. I broke when you begged to stay. Well, I carry that with me. I carry everything with me. It's over and I'm sure of nothing. It's over but I am moving on. I watched you leave through the side door. You took everything and drove to Kingston. Don't get me wrong: this is how it was meant to be. I just didn't think that I'd carry that with me.


released December 7, 2018

All music arranged and performed by Bet Your Life
Produced, engineered & mixed by Jimi James at The Vault
Mastered By Matt Dyer and Greg Hatchette
Album artwork by Dave Schultz


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Bet Your Life London, Ontario

Bet Your Life, an independent punk rock band based out of London Ontario, reared its ugly head in the early spring of 2011. Known for their catchy choruses and in-your-face vocal styling, the members of Bet Your Life have been writing and performing original music together for approximately eight years. ... more

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