From the recording Sad Boy Hours
Produced by Robert Hannon & James W. Dinsmoor
Music & Lyrics by James W. Dinsmoor
Mixed by Robert Hannon
Mastered by Glenn Zekser
Mostly Strangers is:
James W. Dinsmoor – vocals, guitars
Cody Ojea – guitars
Cole Hankins – bass
Hannah Beamon – drums
Ty Roberson – guitars
feat. Lauren Hanus – spoken words
Lyrics
We never really talk do we?
Do we though?
Do we talk?
I don't know
Our mouths are moving a lot
And there are words comin' out
And all I wanna do is whisper
All you wanna do is shout
How about you breathe?
That's good, now let it go
Don't that feel good?
I still don't know
Whether we talk
Or just make noise
You say "Don't go"
But babe, I never had a choice
And I am!
Because I think, that makes it real
I'm writing down the words I feel
Like they taught me in therapy
And you can too
Tell me I don't matter when I do
I know you wish that it weren't true
Sorry to disappoint you
And now I'm sleeping on the floor
While you're sleeping in the couch
If you would just unlock the door
Then maybe I could make it out
But I can't sleep
In this room
Without you here
To spell my doom
You say
("It's D-O-O-M")
And I say, "Hey that's pretty good"
I never know what to say
And even less when I should
To make things right
Between you and me
So instead we fight
For now but soon you'll see
That I am!
Because I think, that makes it real
I'm writing down the words I feel
Like they taught me in therapy
And you can too
Tell me I don't matter when I do
I know you wish that it weren't true
Sorry to disappoint you
No don't, no don't, no don't
No don't be too upset
This is just me just fucking around
This is the cheapest way that
I can get it all out
And this is the closest to your favorite band
That I am ever gonna sound
And be half as successful
And even then I have my doubts
It is constant
I'm constantly comparing myself to something great
There's nothing I haven't heard before
No amount of hate you have for me
I haven't already felt—I promise
If you take me at my word
I never should have done this
They say you shouldn't fix what isn't broken
But I'll still spend all my money
Trying to find out what to do when
What you wanna fix is already breaking
Just for a chance—not even a guarantee
Just for a chance to to be happy
The amount of time that I have left is still waning
And with every session and pill I'm still complaining
That the time I already spent
Is something I wish I could still have back
And you always knew that
If I could do it all again
Maybe I would have listened
When you told me I was a black hole
With something missing
At the center of who I am that no one is destined to see
With any amount of effort or therapy
So I don't really blame you for all the
Screaming or for leaving
If I only listened to you then
Maybe we could've stopped the bleeding
So four-years-too-late
Here's what you always wanted to hear:
You were right to say
We never really talk because
We never really talk, do we?
Do we though? Do we talk? I don't know
Our mouths are moving a lot
And there are words comin' out
And all I wanna do is whisper
All you wanna do is shout
How 'bout you breathe?
That's good now let it go
Don't that feel good?
I still don't know
Whether we talk or just make noise
You say "Don't go," but
How 'bout you breathe?
(In, two, three, four)
(Out, two, three, four)
(In, two, three, four)
(Out, two, three)

