1. |
Pulling a Fast One
02:39
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Obligatory drunken texts
Sending the meaning I know
keeps on openly vexing
my thoughts and your life
I don't want to regret
keeping my round-about mouth from openly testing
the waters I'm told are as clear as the motives
that move us in directions that keep intersecting.
I don't know if you're safe, but I still need to be sure
about my footing, my next move, and your real intentions.
Even looking back from state to state,
we see each movements been solid, but fluid enough
to end up in the same place; the same space and time.
My only fear is there will be something to find.
You are a devastating storm.
Flash floods are shaking what I hold to be myself.
My foundation. My inner peace.
I hate that none of that matters when you find yourself with me.
Because falling for you is too fucking cliche
like rhyming words with themselves is too fucking cliche.
I don't wanna cop out, but it's enough just to say
that I understand the reason they chase you anyway.
This situation is fake, like the daydream you are.
I like this concept reality's taken too far
for my comfort, best interest. Changing subjects in my thoughts.
This song will go to your head if you find out who you are.
Even looking back from state to state,
we see each movements been solid, but fluid enough
to end up in the same place; the same space and time.
My only fear is there will be something to find.
You are a devastating storm.
Flash floods are shaking what I hold to be myself.
My foundation. My inner peace.
I hate that none of that matters when you find yourself with me.
You are a devastating storm.
Flash floods are shaking what I hold to be myself.
My foundation. My inner peace.
I hate that none of that matters when you find yourself with me.
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2. |
Anyway Things Change
04:01
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Distance is a prison
hard to swim through my convictions
sights for only you and me
sights on the same moon
from different rooms
It's right but you're never sure
unspeakable words about it
It's like holding in a cure
some things won't go back to the way they were
Distance pulls my stitches falling
I can't keep myself together I'll try to fix this
or sit alone and guess your tone
from the wrong side of my phone
It's right but I'm never sure
unspeakable words about it
It's like holding in a cure
some things won't go back to the way they were
I cripple myself wearing your shoes
My past, dug up, has a bone to pick with you
What does it matter anyways
Took a bigger bite than I should take
Am I just another jaw working overtime for you
It's right but we're never sure
unspeakable words about it
It's like holding in a cure
some things won't go back to the way they were
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3. |
10,000 Spider Babies
03:28
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Blank stare in disbelief
Metaphorically try to tell you my side of the story
but you don't really care about emotional connection or reasoning
when you give your quick retort
I clearly see that you are frantic
On your last resort
I'm just a pull-down screen
to only show what's projected
like your fictional creations
pushed on everyone you know
If we all suck so much
I've got bad news for you:
The only thing that we all have in common
Is knowing you
Change your mind again
I don't know which is worse
and I can't tell the path ahead
on both sides of the fork
Don't give in to either order
because none of you are me
on your last resort
I'm not a pull-down screen
to only show what's projected
like your fictional creations
pushed on everyone you know
If we all suck so much
I've got bad news for you:
The only thing that we all have in common
is knowing you
I need this
It is my decision
You don't have control
You don't get a say
I need this
Some nightlife
You don't get a say
You don't have control
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I used to say you made songs clearer
It still holds true, but now they're back to being grayscale
I played the lead, but I'd forgotten how to act
I'm a monster in the end either way
I'm not good, I'm just a lot
For the same reasons I should get some rest I need this cigarette
I'm not running like you're running like I'm running just my mouth
We say, "you make things better," but we really mean a lot
Lost in the dream again. how could I
Let it slip again and set myself for crashing?
Why does everything you say sound like goodbye?
Like failed calamities, catastrophes my relevance is fading death in sight.
I'm not good, I'm just a lot
For the same reasons I should get some rest I need this cigarette
I'm not running like you're running like I'm running just my mouth
We say, "you make things better," but we really mean a lot
And all I can say
Is you, you may be more than I can take,
I may be more than you can take,
We may be more than we can take,
But would you trade what we could make
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5. |
Two Mondays
03:56
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You to leave the past in the past
but if I did, you'd never see me again.
You see me at my worst
Now that image is saved as my ID
I like acknowledging importance where it lies
There is a reason for memories we keep
Thank you for showing me
I don't have to care for your
disregards all the time
So now that the house is burning down
I will try to sleep in
Maybe the embers floating down
will remind you that you let go of me
She said that if I was growing up
I would forget about my dreams
and open my eyes to see
He said, "No matter how you change,
I'll always doubt your words
before they come out of your mouth."
My friends, I'll love 'em till the end
With my trust, I gave them guns
that they've chosen to fire straight at me
With my arms spread,
I'll take their last embrace
So now that the house is burning down
I will try to sleep in
Maybe the embers floating down
will remind you that you let go
Is this how you want to remember me?
Is this how you wanted that scene to be?
Is this how we really want to speak?
Your denim jacket got too old for you to keep.
Dammit, you let go
He's not much better, he won't leave it alone
You two were my last hope, what if I kill myself
You'd never know.
Wish you'd just abandon me
like all your friends
fucking listen to me
Ex-friends. Now that's all you are to me.
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6. |
Abridged Series
05:49
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From my pocket to my wrist
this whole last year is the clever twist
to end this chapter in my calamity making
half-assed Sunday's best.
What volume's this
cause i lost track
although I've a systematic knack
for going too far pushing buttons on the way.
On the receiving end
of a conversation meant for someone
that won't buckle under pressure
I don't lack sympathy just the nerve to take it back
It's not my finest moment
but it's not my worst regret
now i could use some sleep
recharging breathes and blinks and on repeat explaining
just my point of view unviewed
A petty wrinkle in the page
under a word you gave its meaning
caught your eye like it was meant to
pull definition from memory
say it a thousand times
until it doesn't sound real at all
and it tastes like something sweet
but stings your teeth and rots your gums away
It's not my finest moment
but it's not my worst regret
now i could use some sleep
recharging breathes and blinks and on repeat explaining
just my point of view unviewed
Amongst the wreckage for the record
I am spewing my whole truth
to you
It's not my finest moment
but it's not my worst regret
now i could use some sleep
recharging breathes and blinks and on repeat explaining
just my point of view unviewed
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7. |
Disappointing X-Mas
02:30
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In a bad mood and happy about it
Too much caffeine, too much visine
My eyes hurt 'cause it's too bright to function
I am scared to death of what you're not telling me
You do you
I'll tell you again,
'cause it's not up to me
and maybe just maybe
My trust in you is
not misplaced from hoping
Like a child before their first disappointing Christmas
If you're miserable just spit it out
I'll figure out the figures
crunch the numbers
get a grip
and now she'll drop a hint about
last years events and how
if she wound up somewhere else it would be
400 miles west and next to me
You do you
I'll tell you again,
'cause it's not up to me
and maybe just maybe
My trust in you is
not misplaced from hoping
Like a child before their first disappointing Christmas
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8. |
Dominatrix
04:44
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Cemetery district
where you visit
'cause the flowers
are still nice this time of year
I'm a prisoner
and the warden is
every word you left between my ears
As of late
I'm a good kid
I'm a good kid
I'm afraid
that if you notice
well then you'll notice way too late
I pirouette
I'm spinning bad ideas on my fingers
looking pretty on my toes
and my ambivalence
is the perfect debaser
in the face of the answers I don't know
I don't know
but I've been told
that I will follow through
It's just a matter of time and place
and the tides and waves that pull me
even if I wanted to
I don't think that I could
swim that far
or hold my breath that long
long enough for you
to see me on the other side
I lie awake
watching mother earth
play the dominatrix
through a whole inside the wall
I tie my wrists
and submit to the force
I can not explain or just ignore
anymore than
I can dismiss
the mysticism knocking on my door
I'm afraid
that if you notice
I will not be here anymore
but I will follow through
It's just a matter of time and place
and the tides and waves that pull me
even if I wanted to
I don't think that I could
swim that far
or hold my breath that long
long enough for you
to see me on the other side
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Friendly faces from before trick you into thinking
"This is it. This is what I miss,"
what I contradict to put my mind at ease.
It's a sham! It's a lie! I remember why I left
I am bored to pieces,
but I have to say
"It's nice to see you again."
It's no surprise that I can't stand you
anymore than I could before
you decided you're a know-it-all.
You deserve your lies and all of our old friends.
A thick facade and tasteless songs draw you a crowd
I can't believe who you are: You're everything
I make fun of in my head. You don't remember anything you've said.
I won't act like I'm listening to a word you speak
like you have anything to say.
Just so you know
It's no surprise that I can't stand you
anymore than I could before
you decided you're a know-it-all.
You deserve your lies and all of our old friends.
You are a conceited piece of shit
and I can't stand you.
You are a pathetic piece of shit
and I can't stand you.
You are a repulsive piece of shit
and I can't stand you.
You are just another piece of shit
and I can't stand you.
It's no surprise that I can't stand you
anymore than I could before
you decided you're a know-it-all.
You deserve your lies and all of our old friends.
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10. |
Throwaways
04:25
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Clear my memo pad; fill the space with this and that
No backups or repeating lines
Or repeating lines to fill more time
And make memories that we won’t keep
Overstated, superfluous, redundant pages on pages
Say it back; don’t repeat after me
Now Simon says put the gun in your mouth
Now take it out and I’ll take it out
Run away, stay and endure
Save yourself, kill yourself
Stay and endure, run away
Kill yourself, save yourself
A space in line
It might be worth it to wait it out
Same thing every day
Predictable patterns lie before me
(You’re so predictable)
Save some time
It’s never worth it to wait it out
Same thing every day
So try to catch the nuance before it fades
Try to catch the nuance before it fades
To black and white
How could you miss out on this
When you missed when it counts
And you were there for every exit that we missed
New exciting places where nothings happened in any form
Give me more
Something written in stone and thrown through the glass
Don’t repeat after me just say something back
Just leave it behind; put the gun on the ground
I’m number one again with the gun in my mouth
Run away, stay and endure
Save yourself, kill yourself
Stay and endure, run away
Kill yourself, save yourself
A space in line
It might be worth it to wait it out
Same thing every day
Predictable patterns lie before me
(You’re so predictable)
Save some time
It’s never worth it to wait it out
Same thing every day
So try to catch the nuance before it fades
Try to catch the nuance before it fades
To black and white
I need a fix you’re my disposition
And I word it like this so I might convince you
That if I said it like I meant it
I’m probably getting better at
Dragging my feet
To catch up with whatever I missed
(Run away, stay and endure
Save yourself, kill yourself
Stay and endure, run away
Kill yourself, save yourself)
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