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One Side of the Story
04:58
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My baby left me down on the dirty street of a sorry town. It may be pretty now, but boy was it blue when she kicked me out. All kinds of hues of confusing, wrapped in a blanket, shirtless. How am I so bad a predicting when a person's gonna let me down. Cause being cute never helped to slow my fall and being a clown has had a history of seeing me through to the fastest frown.
My baby left me down.
My baby left me down on the dirty street when she drove me home. She told me not to go and she went and left me all alone. "huge fucking mistake" not my words, but the same brain claims, "I should have better known."
My baby loved me once, made a point to say that she missed me so. My baby left me sidewalk smeared like white chalk, she broke my nose. My baby left me shell shocked, said she loved a woman we both know.
She never let me go.
My baby let me down when she left me for a woman we both know would break her heart again in a heartbeat. Hope she doesn't, but I know the way that these things go.
She never let me go.
She should have let me go.
She was never my baby though/
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Two Dreams
02:37
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I've been wondering why suddenly I've been dreaming about stealing steering wheels. I'm getting so tired of always being bullied by police men. I know for the whole of it I was in the wrong, but maybe not so wrong to be taking these broken toys anyway. They all get thrown away.
And like always everyone in my dreams is everyone at once. And then at the same time, one at a time. It's good when not everything changes at once. It's hard to draw meaning from dreams when it's not clear who anyone is at all. I'm over it, I might ask my dad or maybe I'll just let it go.
If I gave you a hair tie in my dream and now it's gone, it's not on me. Time traveling is fine, but never free. I lost my friend, I'm lost. I see the finish line, the SAT. Spell circle's full and I can't read. Now no one is ever who they seem, not when big mother's watching me.
These robots are really good at looking like they're loyal to the queen.
These robots are never who they seem. They love their layers, love their sleeves
These robots are able to deceive. They're double agents, trouble seeds.
These robots are really good at living out these evil fantasies.
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Wisherman's Lament
05:46
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The sun's still blinding on the surface of your perfect chin, it's been a while seen I've been in it like this. Do you know what I'd give for a kiss from your bird lips. is it too far to miss you.
I thought I smelled you in the sheets in a stranger's home.
I thought I felt you in my sleep, but when I woke it was just the pillow.
I'm more homesick here than I ever was staying away for you.
The mud's still climbing up the surface of the place I've been, it's no fun consistent. I can't hold a grudge, I can hold this. I'd brave the Susque and drown for one morse kiss. Got two ten's for fuel and ten and two wrists.
I'm having trouble letting go of the things that I called home.
I probably should have told you how I felt, but the fisherman inside of me is rich on wishing you'd already know.
The sun's still shining through the curtain when I'm sleeping in.
I'm done with trying but I want to keep on dreaming
The gum stops grinding but the habit's kind of worse than
The lungs of sighs I've spent on cursing where I'm living.
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I was talking on the phone with a really good friend from when I was ten or so, and I guess we kind of drifted in terms of our interests or talking ever. But the thing that really struck me was how I was so scared of not being best friends one day. Sure there's still a certain fondness that I fell but I mostly really just don't care.
It's hard to go back home where my bros all know how rude it is not to preempt every compliment with "no homo"
So I went home and then I stayed there for almost a whole year, during which no one called me. And then I showed up at a party and suddenly fuck me because nobody ever sees me. I'd be fine with never talking, I mean one time I missed them but I mostly just wish they wouldn't hold this old thing over me like we having a history must be family cause it's
hard to say that's so, when my family never belittled or made me feel bad for what I'm good at.
Goon squad no more.
I'm a little people pleaser, I want you to love me, I want to be better always. So I've been looking for the lowest possible cleanly common denominator. It might seem somewhat unrelated, but there's a correlation between hygiene and keeping friends who frankly take too many showers, make too many excuses for not being human beings.
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anointed in ointment, you made a point to paint your arms in pain. It wasn't the point but you did it anyway. You took a picture of me sprawled out in a blue and flowing cave, and it already feels so far away.
Your face is fading like your parents just unmet. and I wish I knew them so I could re-introduce them. and you would apparate in your true time and place. a noble adventure through time and space.
I studied your image for hours so I could recreate it, as if I had the skillz to paint it. I looked at your face unblinking so I would always have it, but my memory isn't photographic.
and your face is fading, like your parents just unmet. I wish I knew them so I could introduce them. and you would apparate in your true time and place, conveniently near me in time and space. and it would be fine if just for a day cause you wouldn't be so god damn far away.
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Leaving (Instrumental)
02:26
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Knapsack
06:04
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If I moved upstate would you break my heart again. I'm tough I think I could take it if you did
I wished this dash weren't three minutes fast but it is, and what a waste. I should have been wishing the whole minute for a fast break. for a fast-track out of this knapsack.
I quit taking my pills on a feel good whim. I killed my brain but at least I can feel again. And just like an ant I grew antennas and I swam. Swimming upstream a little with the rocks with the green skin, I wished I'd kissed you when I fell from that tree limb.
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Last winter carried over. The season carried me on it's shoulders. Took week, I woke buried under boulders. The sunlight broke and burned like folders; manilas full of failure.
Uncertain still, hard to move forward with grander plans of crossing over the land bridge, melting, sea's still lower. Seen through to uncertain lover.
our fears are poles.
Whats maritimus to do. What's spheniscidae without you.
Getting caught on floating ice, or always running for your life.
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Staying
06:16
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I get bogged down with all this buttery good bullshit. But it's so clear when your're here, and when I'm leaving. And my fears recede.
I get bogged down when I get back home again. Slow mornings, tv shows, and always eating. And my hopes and dreams are holding back. And in your feet I swear I hear retreat.
You know I get so bogged down. But it's so clear when I'm here and when I'm leaving.
I eat garbage for all my meals and I feel like shit. I keep on hearing the same six spiels and I can't deal with it. I'm just trying to hold out hope for some sick change. I'm trying not to wish my luscious lengths away.
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Leaving
02:57
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One more month I'm gonna move out of my mother's.
Two more snoozes and I'll get out from the covers.
More and more I'm like the moths inside your cupboard.
But mom I'm gone, I'm gonna give you what you paid for.
Just give me one more chance to see what life could be.
Living alone. Believing in love.
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Coffee Breath
06:40
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The boys are back together, it's the same as every other month. And I know that no one phones, but now no one's saying much.
Cause we're the three bears of trying, and it's really really quiet. It's like I'm coming down from acid all the fucking time. and I'm gonna be like this forever.
What happened to this family, what happened to me. I used to be so careless, never touch the sugar free.
Is that coffee for me. No cream, I'm in heartburn heaven. There's too much caffeine, I can't seem to hold my own when I'm with addicts.
And I'm not saying I'm not one, I'm just saying coffee is a drug. And like all the others it doesn't help me...
open up when I feel awkward, tell my family when I'm blue. tell my friends that I'm not cool with when they tell me what to do. I want to be a better brother, I want to be a better son. Some times I hate my father, I want to run, run, run...
from the kitchen counter when we're scraping our plates for some scrap of conversation, feels like someone's missing from this. And I'm not still mad, I swear I don't care. And I still don't need to see someone.
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Sunken Cost Fallacy
03:51
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On the right hand side of my bedside table, there's a dim eyed dog quietly decrying the disable of him and everyone who ever lives.
On the west end of every town I've ever lived, there's a bridge been between me and everything. And I've heard a lot about cutting off your losses, but I really want to be the one to take my own advice.
It doesn't really matter what you did yet, you've got a lot to go. It doesn't really matter that you're older, you've still got room to grow.
I peaked in the summer in the appalachian mountain club, but I also peaked playing in new jersey with my favorite band.
It doesn't really matter what you did yet, you've got a lot to go. It doesn't really matter that you're older now, you're old enough to know.
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