Middle of Nowhere

by Shore Acres Drive

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released December 19, 2014

Shore Acres Drive is:
Charlie Fraioli - guitar/vocals
James Manton - bass/vocals
Jake Burchard - drums

On this recording:
Charlie Fraioli - guitar/bass/vocals
Sam Fraioli - drums

Recorded by Charlie Fraioli
Mixed and mastered by Stephen James Kerr
All songs written by Charlie Fraioli

Cover art by Shore Acres Drive



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Charlie (guitar/vocals), James (bass/vocals), Jake (drums)

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Track Name: Dear Happiness
I hope you don't think this is for you, because I wrote this for myself.
It spent a year and two months collecting dust on my shelf.
I might need to refresh your memory.
I think the last time we talked you said you'd never end up with him.
You made me feel like an idiot.
I had never loved before.
I told you secrets that I've kept harbored, and I kept yours.
There's a collection of your notes in my drawer about baguettes and brie, and cigarettes, and the languages you speak.
You might think that's immature.
You'll crumble this up and throw it out.
I'll be the first one to admit how bad I reacted, but I've been better ever since.
You'd like to think that you haven't changed a bit, but you did.
I can see it when you're waiting for him, anxious on your phone.
And I know it's why you bought your new friends: you can't stand being alone.
All you want is to live up to your name, "cheerful and happy,"well, I'm drowning in the irony.
You hide behind your fake smile and premeditated ways.
Happiness is the last thing I think of when I see your face.
Track Name: I Adjust
I've been staying up late thinking way too hard about way too many stupid little things.
That's probably where I got these grey hairs from.
Worrying about three-word texts and never knowing what to say next.
Everybody always says I'm such a nice guy, but I'm also insecure, cynical, and immature.
So, who knows if this will work out, but at least I'm trying.
I'll just keep on learning, and I'll adjust.
My obsession with semantics drives me crazy.
Overanalyzing, thinking it'll bring me peace of mind.
This lesson in romantics is way over my head.
I don't think I'm catching on.
I'll adjust to the cold weather and long walks home, to spending every other minute fucking checking my phone, and to the quick fixes and good-night kisses.
I just want to be the guy that makes the grade.
Track Name: I Owe You
I used to hurry home, because you’d always be there waiting for me.
We’d order in and watch your favorite TV shows.
I’ve always found you quite refreshing,
That level head of yours always messing with mine.
I know it’s too late to say it, but I think we had something good there for a while.
I see that smirk on your lips.
I know we’re thinking the same thing, but we’re too afraid to say it.
Let’s go back and start taking more chances ‘cause we don’t know what we’re missing.
Long days, late walks, and Sunday morning talks.
I’d be lying if I told you that my heart didn’t sink when you said that we should just be friends.
And I’m sure it’s just coincidence that our paths stopped crossing after that drunken kiss.
Yeah, I know, you’re just so busy.
I guess I’ll keep thinking back to summer and hoping that you miss me.
I put you out of sight and out of mind for this term, but don’t think that this is the end.
And even if we don’t talk like we used to, I want to thank you for pulling me out and for the summer we spent.
Track Name: The Next One
Let's be honest, I've been static.
A romantic scared of going back to that place, but I still want to be enough.
This apartment is in pairs and I'm feeling sick, but it's not about her or anyone else.
I just want to be in love.
So why am I tipping scales in the wrong direction weighing the cost of commitment against the instant attraction?
Taking the easy way out.
Track Name: 414
I'm not sure where the year went.
I think all my time was spent in this house with noisy heaters that don't heat.
We're so independent.
We pay our rent with our parents' checks and do our own laundry every six weeks.
We've got two years left.
We're taking baby steps.
I frequently find myself surrounded by assholes chasing finance degrees and their Wall Street dreams, while I have no clue where I want to be.
At least when I get home I know I'll be in good company.
Let's get together and complain about the shitty weather.
I'm rehearsing lines so I remember the good parts, and not just the broken hearts.