We're Not Losing, We're Just Not Winning

by For All The Wrong Reasons

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released 26 August 2013

Written by: For All The Wrong Reasons
Recorded at: Regal House Studio
Producer: Lester Woodward
Mastering: Audiomaster

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For All The Wrong Reasons Lincoln, UK

For All The Wrong Reasons are a 5-piece pop punk band based in Lincoln, UK. The band is comprised of Alexander Statham (Vocals), Jacob Pointing (Guitar, Backing Vocals), Chris Dunn (Guitar), Aiden De Ruiter (Bass) and Lou Coe (Drums).

Formed in 2013, For All The Wrong Reasons are out to write and produce some new pop punk with influences from the bands that made the genre great.
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Track Name: These Past Few Years Haven't Been So Kind
January 2013 takes me back when,
It was snowing and Jamie drove us home,
He drove us home,

Ditching pedalos in the mini lake in Skeggy,
For 20 pounds of chips and curry,
The three months you went to Aussie,
You came back and we chilled by Newton,
Four years on, my eyes have grown tired,
I'm ginger, it shows in my beard,
You're pulling out all the stops to leave,
Head to Notts in a new age dream,

And now 2 years have passed,
And all I want to do is sit around drinking Mountain Dew,
And talk about how winter has passed and summer's round the corner,
It never came,

Well I guess shit went wrong at times,
I've got my boys back I know they've got mine,
When Granddad left, and Grandma too,
It was my friends to pull me through,
They drag you down, the ones that like to think they matter,
I spent the last 5 years trying to get fatter,
I haven't gained shit, apart from some integrity,
Whilst eating nachos and watching illegal tv,

I'm trying to hold it together until March, when I know,
That this shit gets better (this shit gets better),

And now 2 years have passed,
And all I want to do is sit around drinking Mountain Dew,
And talk about how winter has passed and summer's round the corner,
It never came

Remember when you jumped out of the tree,
To a six foot drop and bruised your tailbone, man,
Beth laughed harder than I could then.
Track Name: Who Died And Made You King Of The Zombies?
I found myself waking up at the bottom of my bed,
Fully dressed and smelling of cigarettes,
I know the habits dirty, but on these tablets my head aches and my joints are getting lazy,

It's hard to tell, but everything I know has gone to waste, I guess,
Whilst dudes talk about how much they bench press, we're stoked on completing Megaman,
When Ned said the world had turned its back on him, I know I felt it too,

I found my head where I left it last, in bed,
Soaking from anxiety sweats,
I know I'm 20, I should grow up, but I can't,
It's not that easy for dudes like me,

It's hard to tell, but everything I know has gone to waste, I guess,
Whilst dudes talk about how much they bench press, we're stoked on completing Megaman,
When Ned said the world had turned its back on him, I know I felt it too,

South of the border down in Calais bay,
When I looked at the white cliffs of Dover,
When I looked at them, they looked so grey,
Maybe it's my pessimism or the rain.
Track Name: It Always Rain (Except When It Snows)
Sharing a smoke with Saint James,
By the monument in Viccy,
It always rains here,
Except when it snows (I CAN'T LOOK BACK),
Pull on my old beanie,
The one Dad got when I was three,
It kept his bald head warm,
Maybe it'll keep mine on,

Making my way back home alone,
Drag my feet past the old folks home,
Where the traffic lights refuse to let anyone through (IT'S NOT SO BAD),
Grab a seat at the bus stop,
For another shitty cigarette,
The buses never stop for me anyway,

Two days 'til I get back home,
I know I'm not alone in feeling alone,
The commute back is killing me,

It always rains here,
I wish it would stop,
It always rains here,
It always rains,

Keep telling myself "I can't give up",
The rain washes the hope away,
But I know, but I know,
That it'll come back to me in a few days.
Track Name: It's Not Me With The Problem, It's Everyone Else
I haven't been back to this place in two months, I'm crawling back,
Same old streets and here's for not breaking down on main street,
I'm notching dints in my car to keep count of the countless bad days,
Stale beer and cigarettes, minesweeping with the boys to save spare change,

I spent last year just writing hopeless songs on how we fucked up,
Growing beards, sleepless nights and DIY tattoos,
But I can't give up, I spent last year just giving up,
Like Lauren did with straightedge,
She preached some fickle bullshit,
I'm going back to my room,

And my brother said you'll always land on your feet,
And my grandad said now you're a man,
But I stooped too hard, I can't pull my back straight,
Strung out again,

This new year my resolution was to give 'em hell,
Whilst dudes in chinos swear to drink more protein,
The job is wearing me down,
All last year my resolution was to find myself,
And I did on a sofa with two sleeping bags,
Waking up with cotton mouth,

The new ASDA slowed this town down,
But I guess it brought some new jobs and hope,
Some new jobs and hope.
Track Name: Worn Out
I'm tied down to these four bed posts,
And I can't break free,
And I want to know what it means when you say,
That you didn't want it any other way,
I guess I'm missing all the subtext,

And I've given up on this town,
With its dead ends and one way streets,
But we all end up in the same place,
But not me, and not today,

I'm just so tired,

I don't believe in God but sometimes I like to think there is one,
Not for the comfort but for someone to blame in times like these,
And I don't have to pray to validate myself today,
But it helps with the ache in my knees,

Selling blood like they did on the streets of Sheffield,
And I'll buy some back 'cause you drained me out,
My skin, it peels,
To show you what's inside,
It's probably root beer and cigarettes,

As you lie alone, asleep in your room,
From the nights you spend abusing your health,
We will scream out from the tops of our lungs,
We are young, we'll never be forgotten.