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“Hey,
what’s one more day?” she said
“I throw myself back to the fray”
“Oh,
Where do I turn?” she frets
Probably away from me
Da (x11) (x2)
You’re not usually the one to get sad when you’re fucked up
Well, usually
Your patent normal is a smile while your hands shake
Who do you think I am?
Dead giveaway
What’s with these dreams where I’m surrounded by my friends
They note the differences in who I was and what I am
I can’t help it
I can’t help it
I feel it fade sometimes, but only sometimes
Oh,
But not today my friend,
This time I think it’s here to stay
You,
Have no right to say
What you did to me was part of life, along your way
Da (x11) (x2)
You’re not usually the one to give up after one try
Well, usually
But my resolve has been erased
And I think I feel like you do
Alike, well who knew?
Still I wonder what you’re doing all the time
It’s not just possible, but likely that you’re on my mind
Approaching sane, so
I’ll fuck my brain up
I feel so fake sometimes
“Hey,
what’s one more day?” she said
“I throw myself back to the fray”
“Oh,
Where do I turn?” she frets
Probably away from me
Da (x11) (x4)
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2. |
Adios Turd Nuggets
02:55
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Obligation
Forgotten
Preoccupation
I'm struggling
It's okay, I got special needs
Be underground, if you need me
I wanted to call, but I was afraid
I hate your guts every other day
It's thoughts like these
that leave me alone
I'm not going outside tonight
Because I don't want to pretend
Over-educated minds enlighten me
Not me
I'm not your friend
I'm not your friend
I'm not your friend, your friend, your friend
I'm not your friend
It's thoughts like these
that leave me alone
Don't take it personally
There is nothing wrong with you
This is my farewell to everybody
Everything changes, but nothing's new
It's thoughts like these
It's thoughts like these
Leave me alone
Woah (x6)
Leave me alone
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3. |
Thela
03:08
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Halfway through asking you to tell me what you think about
You slipped into the ether
Been spending half my time, grasping at metaphors
And I know it’s not copacetic either
Give it up
In a rut
Bottoms up
What the fuck
My band sucks
Sell my stuff
Was there ever really any chance
Oh, I like your face tattoo
No fear of regret, think that’s why I like you
Thela you, kept me sane, in a fucked up place
Somehow I know, I’ll see you again
I fully realize everything is make-believe
You're my ex-lover, but cool with all the “art" stuff
Sidestep the nausea cause I'd really like to see you there
Semi-permanent side effects of hydrocodon
I don't know
What to say
All our time
Fell away
Wanna die
Everyday
Did it even matter anyway?
Did it even matter anyway??
For you and me now?
OH
I like your face tattoo
No fear of regret, think that’s why I like you
Thela you, kept me sane, in a fucked up place
Hope I don't see you again
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4. |
Sorry, Jeff
02:40
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I’ve done so many things, that I regret
I just stopped doing things
Altogether and
Perhaps I’m selling this silver-tongued in retrospect
I’ll start from the top
In a parking lot
Fairly tinted windows, Colin, Harrison, and Rudy
Costco tequila nicely paired with freshly uncapped 40’s
I find it fascinating, perspectives change with time
Doubting absolutes while slowly going blind
I was too drunk
Ah, what else is new
Misgivings numbed
Daring and dauntless until I come to
I’m sorry, Jeff
For what?
Fuck if I know
Maybe it’s that beer I offered, or that I said hello
Assume the worst and hope for something slightly better than that
That’s how my brain works, an apprehensive welcome mat
I have a tendency
Oh, it borders on addiction
Each piece of good news consumed as if I were double-fisting
Soul-searching turned out much more lonely than I thought it would be
Would be
I was too drunk
Ah, what else is new
Misgivings numbed
Daring and dauntless until I come to
Crippled by nothing
That feels like something
The notion that I’m shallow seems dismissively consoling
I’m sorry, Jeff
For what?
Fuck if I know
The consequences of assuredly pathetic throes
Assume the worst and hope for something slightly better than that
Fine lines divide slippery slope and free fall, mind the gap
I’m sorry, Jeff
For what?
Fuck if I know
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5. |
Introspective Bullshit
01:22
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I get the feeling I'm perceived as less than pleasant
Not undeserved but overwhelming all the same
I stop to tear the leaves off bushes as I pass them
I swear I'm harmless just not terribly urbane
Unaffected and depressed rotate in bursts
Still undecided as to which that I hate worse
Do you value motivation or contentment?
Was never one to seek out happy mediums
I think your smile is the first thing I'll remember
When all that I had hoped for finally drowns
I tried to sing but when I think of you I stutter
So I retreat to the stability I've found
Timing is everything I've often heard them say
Equal parts understated, painfully cliche
I wish I knew you now you have all these convictions
It seems you know now how to fight for things you love
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6. |
Cupcake
02:22
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Sunday evening stoner
I can feel the bitter descent
Archaic expectation
Paying my bills kills my punk cred
A useless altercation
Seething, sweeping malevolence
Messes my conscious briefly
Then stumbles back in recess
Dangling, outskirting, choking on the imagery
I'm just waiting, I'm just hoping this will either get me high or end my life
Sinusoidal stagger
Picking flowers back to my room
A casual disaster
Capitalizing solitude
Try to relocate boredom
Without sounding too pretentious
Politely disregard my
fabricated condescension
Do you think I should go home
Or stay here
You can see it in my walk
It's so clear
Do you think I should go home
No fear (finally see the end)
Compacted habits an excuse
To blow smoke (for a pretty face)
Dangling, outskirting, soaking up the imagery
Indulging in symmetry, words cascade in an amateur state
Conveying the wrong meaning, circumvent the soft way
I'm just waiting, I'm just hoping this will either get me high or end my life
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7. |
Binge Kick
02:54
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Ooh (x5) (x2)
Metaphors aside, I saw the roof come down today
And I felt so old, standing in line to buy you beer
Tall cans, stretchers
I never felt better
Than the self-image I disowned this morning
Ooh (x5) (x2)
Anticipate, assimilate
I forgot what I’m flailing for
Disillustrate, miscommunicate
I forgot what I’m wailing for
Ooh (x5) (x2)
Shrouded by silence I shouted out of time
Please hear me, I don’t mean
To bring down the atmosphere
But I think it’s time to go
Yeah, I think it’s time to go
[ethereal ooh's]
Anticipate, assimilate
I forgot what I’m flailing for
Disillustrate, miscommunicate
I forgot what I’m wailing for
Woah (x3) (x2)
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8. |
You're Not A Real Cop
00:44
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9. |
Vigilante Garbage Man
01:34
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Reach out, hazy like I’m dreamin’ see me
Checked out, and Mike Ray back there sleepin’
‘Cause way back, before consequences mattered
Back up and out, nostalgia’s such a bummer so it goes
Yes I know
Carries poignant
Time moves slow
Oh so slow
In the summer
Da (x3) (x3) (x2)
DA
DA, da, da
Sometimes, I feel like life is an equation
But I never know the constants til they’re ‘rased from all the pages
I don’t know
I don’t know
How do you do it?
Time moves slow
Oh so slow
In the summer
And I wish you would get better
That’s kind of all I got, I stand here at a loss
For anything that’s clever
I’m lucky to have known you, tell Emilio I say what’s up
Da (x3) (x3) (x2)
DA
DA, da, da
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