Saints Until Fridays

by Charlee Remitz

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1.
I miss fights over the remote interrupted by the home phone that was covered in crumbs and goo cause you grabbed it after eating food I miss the flatter on your flushed cheeks when I walked in on you singing and you would have a new tantrum now I miss your tantrums I hope you hide out on the top floor and think of me when you get bored While they’ve been teaching you to hate me I hope you only learned to love me more I hope that you’ll still dream after they’ve clipped both your wings If we threw parties like we threw tantrums we’d all be wasted in a big white mansion The valley people’ve kept you quiet and distracted So grab your things and escape through the canyon Escape through the canyon I bet you’ve never put a hole in their walls never been so scared of footfalls on the other side of your door after the valley girl claimed you swore I bet heaven feels godless and you’ve undiagnosed lovesick cause they don’t allow your tantrums and you miss those tantrums My sky’s one hour younger Clouds and planes are moving through it But I’m still lookin’ at the same moon And I’m still thinkin’ all about you And how you got so abrasive when we started to grow up And our veins are gettin’ faithless but they’re still carrying love But I know I’ll meet you down the road I hope you hide out on the top floor and think of me when you get bored While they’ve been teaching you to hate me I hope you only learned to love me more I hope that you’ll still dream after they’ve clipped both your wings If we threw parties like we threw tantrums we’d all be wasted in a big white mansion The valley people’ve kept you quiet and distracted So grab your things and escape through the canyon You ain’t got time for dreams You ain’t got time to take a stand You ain’t got time for me You ain’t got time for them You ain’t got time to keep anyone close Cause you’re just bones I want you home But you can’t fly here with those broken wings And I can hear your silenced valley screams If we threw parties like we threw tantrums we’d all be wasted in a big white mansion The valley people’ve kept you quiet and distracted So grab your things and escape through the canyon Escape through the canyon Escape through the canyon
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Chlorine 04:35
There are corks in the pool Teeth stark against purple lips We're drunk swimmin' Been growin' up outta the neighborhood with the same cast of girls and their boyfriends I could stand to have somebody reach for my hand helpin' pull me through a sweatshirt that's too small for my head We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways to go until we're ready to separate This poolside is lit with all these text messages My phone is dead on the cement I sink under the surface I'm pretty good right here with pink jet clouds above my head And my friends are all diving in And the rest of us are talking shit Our shins are aqua blue We left our hearts on our chairs Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair We're up on the ledge Tan legs looking golden in the sunset I'm a good host I love these girls the most But I miss it Being selfish A half-hearted buzz is enough to make me want boys I hate Droppin' back in with the bottle feeling flatter than the basketball floating I laugh but I'm not joking We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways to go until we're ready to separate This poolside is lit with all these text messages My phone is dead on the cement I sink under the surface I'm pretty good right here with pink jet clouds above my head And my friends are all diving in And the rest of us are talking shit Our shins are aqua blue We left our hearts on our chairs Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair I know when I feel like this Like I'll never get kissed Or I'll kiss death first before I ever make it My best friend is right there My friends will always be here Floatin' on their backs Swimmin' in laps Showin' up fast Never turnin' me away when I've turned to glass The past is in the past But right now we're alive in this chlorine I'm pretty good right here with pink jet clouds above my head And my friends are all diving in And the rest of us are talking shit Our shins are aqua blue We left our hearts on our chairs Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine And my friends are all diving in And the rest of us are talking shit Our shins are aqua blue We left our hearts on our chairs Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair
3.
Betrayal in busloads All the kids at home All the kids who’ve hear my name Been asking their friends a lot about me Do you think she’ll make it big It’s okay you can tell me I won’t tell her if you don’t They gettin’ desperate tryin’ to find someone who doesn’t think so They been droppin’ surveys in mailboxes Waiting outside a hundred garaged Hoping someone will finally knock it Too threatened to ever drop it Free flowing boxed wine pouring out of spickets They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets I’m scared of pullin’ triggers Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me They got the freezer door open Cooling the whole state Flutes in the cupboard Ready with the chilled champagne Dreaming of bitter ends And toasting fallen friends Nursing bruised tiptoes Though all the kids I know Are gonna talk about me anyway I could stand in the corner all night long behind the drunk girls dancing And they would chatter all about me while the drunkards get distressed If she thinks she’s so good then why hasn’t she made it yet They been talkin’ dates like they can’t wait to see me They’re gettin’ nervous that I’m gettin’ busy The mountains miss you it’s been pretty chilly How’s Hollywood are you close to the city Are you close to the city Are you close to the city Free flowing boxed wine pouring outta spickets They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets I’m scared of pullin’ triggers Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me They got the freezer door open Cooling the whole state Flutes in the cupboard Ready with the chilled champagne Dreaming of bitter ends And toasting fallen friends I guess I ruin lame parties when I walk in Just the fact that I’m on my feet Means they can’t raise a glass to my efforts yet I got a million eyes starin’ my way Hatin’ me It’s like I ruined their holidays They call me back so they can push me away Give me a taste Of a thousand ruined holidays I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me They got the freezer door open Cooling the whole state Flutes in the cupboard Ready with the chilled champagne Dreaming of bitter ends And toasting fallen friends
4.
We bang our head on walls all night Like handprints in cement We feel so stuck in our lives So we wish away our time We are just barely surviving And we feel like products of bad timing The boys don’t grow up they get muscles The girls don’t grow up they act young still And everybody here’s gone insane We work hard to set ourselves straight Everybody’s stuck in their own way Tryna outgrow their kid brains We all try to control everything We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink Even cars can’t drive us down these streets Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think But we don’t think that much We don’t think for us We tidy up too much We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger We don’t think enough about the simple stuff We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered We all miss where we come from Small towns with four walls Cause when things start to change too much We miss our younger blood (Youth is bliss youth is blinding) Younger blood Younger blood (Our younger blood felt so undying) Younger Blood The boys don’t grow up they get muscles The girls don’t grow up they act young still And everybody here’s gone insane We work hard to set ourselves straight Everybody’s stuck in their own way Tryna outgrow their kid brains We all try to control everything We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink Even cars can’t drive us down these streets Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think But we don’t think that much We don’t think for us We tidy up too much We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger We don’t think enough about the simple stuff We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered I miss feeling good enough when I had my younger blood I miss nights I didn’t doubt myself I’m too underwhelmed to raise hell I just miss my younger blood, younger blood, younger blood Younger blood, younger blood, younger blood Feeling good enough, good enough, good enough We all miss our younger blood We all try to control everything We swear we’re doomed and then we just sink Even cars can’t drive us down these streets Cause we’re livin’ something larger than we think But we don’t think that much We don’t think for us We tidy up too much We aren’t allowed to be messy when we’re younger We don’t think enough about the simple stuff We’re too aware all of our fears have us outnumbered
5.
Feeling so elastic huddled over a computer screen My bedroom walls always soaked in LCDs It all weighs on my chest in this half-lit universe Thoughts studding my ceiling like beadwork And I’ll marry everyone Instead of falling in love I’ll take all my thoughts and run Cause I can never tell If they’ll lead me down the wrong I give up I’ll just die young Driving my jeep in the mountains I got youth in my glove compartment My three best friends in the backseat A car full of kid always in front of me I got my three best friends in the backseat A car full of kids always in front of me Been so disheartened since my very last birthday Another year gone it said it right there on my cake in purple frosting I swear I’m in a purple haze Where time is plastic And we all snap back into place Snap back to yesterday Snap back to being saints until Fridays When the kids are never home And nobody dies at all Driving my jeep in the mountains I got youth in my glove compartment My three best friends in the backseat A car full of kid always in front of me I got my three best friends in the backseat A car full of kids always in front of me I pretend that life was so much better those days I’ve been thinking about all my high school flames And I don’t miss them I don’t miss the bleachers Everything was lonelier I don’t miss them I don’t miss cold weather I’d rather just get older than live for the former Driving my jeep in the mountains I got youth in my glove compartment My three best friends in the backseat A car full of kid always in front of me I got my three best friends in the backseat A car full of kids always in front of me

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released September 23, 2016

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Charlee Remitz Los Angeles, California

Charlee Remitz is a Los Angeles based dream pop singer, songwriter, producer, and mixer widely praised for her lyrics, which stretch the pop norm.

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