Where U Are

by Chris Farren

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1. Where U Are
2. Evaporate
3. Permanent For Me

Boyfriend Island Records 2015

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released April 7, 2015

All songs written by Chris Farren (Dear Friend & Punk Celebrity ASCAP)
with Casey Lee (Mr. Goose’s Music Factory ASCAP) and Sean Stevenson.

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Chris Farren mostly at home in Naples, FL - Pullman Square Hotel in Brisbane, Vibe Hotel in Sydney and Casey’s living room in Laurel Canyon, CA.

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering

Brian Fallon appears courtesy of Island Records

Photos by Chris Farren

Design by Jeff Rosenstock

Chris Farren - Vocals, Guitars (Tracks 1-3)
Casey Lee - Guitars (Tracks 1-3)
Sean Stevenson - Drums (Tracks 1-3)
Cassandra Dennis - Vocals (Track 3)
Brian Fallon - Vocals (Track 3)

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Chris Farren is a singer/songwriter from Naples, FL.
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Track Name: Where U Are
I haven’t thought about you since the day that I left,
it was yesterday so now my love I’m missing you to death.
I walk along the silver stream of trailers to the end,
but I can’t pick up a signal so I turn around again.

And I wonder where you are,
in your bedroom or in your car.
Are you driving to work or just now getting off?
I wonder where you are.

I try to pay attention when they’re talking down to me,
but it’s a vacant conversation, it won’t lead to anything.
There’s nowhere left to sleep inside this haunted hotel room,
there’s a shape in every mirror and they all look just like you.

And I wonder where you are,
in your bedroom or in your car.
Are you driving to work or just now getting off?
I wonder where you are.

Out the window, someone else’s life.
I see it every day in a hundred different ways.
Out the front door, bid farewell again,
it’s easier to get lost when you never know

Where you are,
in your bedroom or in your car.
Are you driving to work or just now getting off?

And I wonder where you are,
in your bedroom or in your car.
Are you driving to work or just now getting off?
I wonder where you are.
Track Name: Evaporate
I didn’t mean to say it but I did so I guess here goes nothing:
I don’t look at you the same way anymore.
It echoes off these walls through every room of my old house,
and the windows ache from holding it all in.

If you knew me then you’d understand,
you have no idea who I am.

I’ll disappear, evaporate, I’ll be a distant memory.
You’ll bury me, I’ll suffocate.
I’ll disappear, evaporate into the air and pray it goes away
for good this time.

I ran out of things to talk about so I’m hiding in this bathroom stall
sending messages I know I shouldn’t be.
I just wanna feel it one more time, that rush of blood right down my spine,
but it barely gets me high anymore.
It barely gets me high anymore.

I’ll disappear, evaporate, I’ll be a distant memory.
You’ll bury me, I’ll suffocate.
I’ll disappear, evaporate into the air and pray it goes away
for good this time.
Track Name: Permanent For Me
I wake up at 8AM, kiss her face and worry about the day ahead.
Make the bed while I’m still in it, a trick I learned from the internet, OK? Ok.
Take my dose of adderall, 5mg should be enough today,
because I can’t focus on anything that isn’t on my phone or a video game anymore.

I don’t like being home, I feel my roots begin to grow into a ground
that was never meant to be permanent for me.

Permanent for me.

Next to the piano bench, on Christmas day, I asked her to marry me (She said yes).
We spent the whole day traveling from house to house to tell our families,
and that night she asked knowingly “What does this mean for our plans of leaving
for the west coast?” I said “Cassie, just one more year, then we’ll make our move away
from here. I swear, I swear I swear.” I think I hope I swear.

She said “I can’t stand living here, the more I do the more I fear the ground
below will slowly come to be permanent for me”.

Permanent for me.

Should I let my heart get swallowed by this fear of giving in,
or stay hidden here forever on the beach of indifference?
The longer it’s in front of me the less clear it becomes.
Do I want this to be permanent for me?

Permanent for me.
Permanent for me.
I hope it’s not permanent for me.
I hope it’s not permanent for me.
I hope it’s not permanent for me.
I hope it’s not permanent for me.