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released February 18, 2013

Recorded by: Richard Leblanc at The Dude-io Feb 2013
Mixed and Mastered by Matt Grady with Kyle Ashbourne

All songs written and preformed by Wasted Potential
Matty Grady On tambourine for How Young Is Too Young

Art by Edith Boucher www.edithboucher.com

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Track Name: Here's Your Exit Letter
tiny yellow umbrellas never held much weight or the folded napkins bowing in their place
between these foreign homes, you're breath your guts your bones
tiny yellow umbrellas never held much weight or the folded napkins drowning in their place
in these cafes with their all day breakfast, it's not hard to notice a young barista between burnt out waitresses
we come from golden homes
we tried to live our lives in beautiful places like this
with the breath of everything elses inherent ugliness
we tried to breath with just simplicity
we were born lacking the ability
we come from foreign homes your breath your guts your bones
Track Name: Douche Chills
in a life to young to stay dedicated to upset stomachs and staying sedated
you couldn't have destroyed what they built wrong, although its felt that way for so long
I'll be spending this christmas eve, listening to songs about eating, to songs about doing it right to songs about other lives
in the background through the ventilation another drunken regressed retaliation
there used to be homes around these tracks,
now it's just houses and lights and long walks back
I'm all out of guts
Track Name: How Young Is Too Young?
fog rolled over the building tops like an avalanche
to contend with the wrath of a city naked and purged of affection
left to starve
spring's lions pranced, teeth dripping a rain of blood
my flesh is your flesh as the tar begins to flood
consumed in a liquid heat let our hunger reside
and if there's anything left in these veins open them up and we'll suck them dry

young adult christian's afraid of friction
spare me of your saviors blood spit from a mouth with a serpents tongue
and left to starve
Track Name: Premature Ejaculation
an open letter to a shadowed lover, covered in a flame
and the breath of past lives
cover it in time and pesticides
(with the faint voices we would wander)
i didn't take you into consideration, i'll find time during the wake
to apologize for letting this die
between horse whispers and wine you'll sigh
(with the faint voices we would wander)
the hurricane came that fall, I'm glad i felt that cold october
(the windows shook into the wind, i was tired of being, scared and alone with the wind we once held so close)
Track Name: Visual A.I.D.S.
out on the ledge above the drop, i thought about jumping off
last cigarette, put me to bed, so i don't start dreaming and dreaming and dreaming
not tonight

approach the edge again and i look over
greens rolling stagnant or a lot slower