1. |
Girl
02:31
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I seek it steadily
Fresh out of clarity
There's a through-line threading you to me
An interstitched reverse psychology
Needle-eye and pull it through
Backtrack break seams back to you
I'm sewing circles round the room
You're dumb off coke and ketamine
And I'm on the phone on 17
We're walking ads for apathy
For month-to-month lease fever dreams
It's small-town aristocracy
It's abandoned malls and theater seats
I know you and you know me
Now we'll get to the bottom of it
Are you feeling guilty
I don't care
I know you're better than this
You're guilty!
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2. |
Salt
02:52
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How did it come to this?
When I'm with you I feel like I don’t exist
You built up a wall
You’re cleaning out
Keep one foot in the past
When i'm with you I feel like I drive you mad
Am I killing you soft?
I’m just pissing you off
Does it even have to go there?
I know you never could
I know I asked for this
Cause I'm a masochist
Burning up in my sunlight
I’ll peel your skin off if that feels alright
“Sick of talking to you”
Feels like salt in the wound
Who am I kidding?
Jump through hoops trying to hold onto my hand
Cause when I'm with you, I understand
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3. |
Cosmic Glue
03:04
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The silence
I hate it!
It's a damning indictment
Of comfort and indifference
Pretend it was nice to come home to me
Love's a pleasant prison dream
A burial of stubborn grief
A showcase of sickness and our worst tendencies
Denial of death (death)
I'm reliant I guess (I guess)
And doubtless it's true
That I'm still pinching all these pennies just to spend on you
Plans made gone awry
You feel remorse for what you can no longer justify
It's a regular tragedy
I lack the strength and unity
You said Saoirse, I don't know what you want from me
i want blackjack and stars
I want to walk alone after dark
I'd be a terrible mother
I'd be a terrible mother
There's no reason to suffer
It's nothing that a smoke break and insurance won't cover
To the human condition, I stand in
Resolute determined opposition
The silence, gets to your head
Denial of death
I want blackjack and stars
I want to walk alone after dark, I guess
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4. |
South Second
02:16
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Move along without me
A month of anniversaries
Pull my wallet half a block
From my apartment
Dogs got out next door
I remember back on your front porch
You don’t live there anymore
Nothing ever hurts
Till you lock it down with words
You’ll feel worse
They’re comin' over it never ends
Too late to second guess
In two years you’ll fit the mold
Punch in the windows break the home
Dogs got out next door
I remember back on your front porch
They’re coming over it never ends
Too late to second guess
Love more feel less
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5. |
Elastic
02:36
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Here's what you provided
A loud voiceover track
We compensate for what each other lacks
We sit and think in fixtures and facsimilitudes
The paranoid become what they eschew
Copy, cut and paste it
And trophies, and Safeways, and whole days wasted
Grammatical errors
Cell-split, mitosis, divided at the center
You said:
Talk and walk it back
Smoking 10 cigarettes
You're feeling vicious and verklempt
Easy to do
So lay it out above board
Lonely systems of reward
All this inconsequential shit
I hate it too
Copy cut, and paste it
And trophies and Safeways
And whole days wasted
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6. |
Kentucky
02:32
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Paused and sat at the starting line
Replicate the great divorce
Don't settle down before you're 25
Or reconsider Jesus christ and sports
1 and 2 and 3
You know I'll break within the week
Think I'm a sucker for not having a plan
You've got perfect pitch
You've got two iron lungs
I wrote your number on the back of my hand
But i'm world-weary
And i've had plenty
Just watching TV against the wall
It's so much, and so many
It's not enough, and nothing at all
You're mumbling about the '70s
Pink flamingo on the lawn
It's maximal and excess
A symbolic lack of progress
But I don't know how to talk to
People that buy houses
Let me in, let me in
I am bitter, and flailing
And i'm seeing signs
Of cigarettes and spies
They're everywhere
They remind me that i'm fine
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7. |
Jackie
01:42
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Jackie's coming to clean my mess up again
I think I’m her only friend
I know that, we’ve got to make amends
You do what she says
Bite your tongue and call it “lesson learned”
She tends to offend
Even twist the knife just to make it hurt
I’ll never know when Jackie wises up
Just take things as they come
She’ll the cut the cord when the well dries up
We’ll walk on water
We’ll break our bread with our biggest foes
If skies turn gray
Take them as a sign to let this go
On the day
Jackie's playing her games
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8. |
Spit Take
02:24
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Hello I have nothing to offer you
I am a place of ill repute
I flagellate and I rebuke
Insane, obtuse
It's a long walk
Long walk to the liquor store
I'm running out of Jersey Shore
I'm sleeping till my cells restore
In 7 years i'll be reborn
Here's my spit take
Time flies
Like throwing knives
A swirling swell
The ebb and flow of mental health
I brought this upon myself
You're down the street and I'm in hell
I know it well
You were a pilot light
That i'd set off and reignite
Jealousy turned into spite
I'll activate our fight or flight
Guess life's a bitch and so am i
This is my spit take
Time flies
Like throwing knives
Did you settle
Bottom shelf
A discount price
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9. |
Guide Thy Hand
03:44
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Four in the morning
Hovering silence
Been in my head all day
Remembering her loss
If I could be honest: Who’d wait?
Call in every other favor
Guide my hand
I won’t waiver
I’ll wizen up
I’ll play this out
Cutting around my corners
Trimming my dividends
Use your favorite four letter words
You’re giving me the bends
Pile it on you’ll lay off
Look where the time has gone
Was water even under the bridge
Are you telling me I’m wrong
Call in every other favor
Guide my hand
I won’t waiver
I’ll wizen up
I’ll play this out
Tear the chords out of my chest
Four in the morning
Hover in silence
You’ll be in my head all day
Every day every day
I can take all the blame
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10. |
Vegas
02:16
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Poured a glass of water out
It was calcium and lead
An opportunity to recognize
That my brain's a harbinger of death
They're lying to us through maps
They're lying to us through maps
I know the cortisol makes me attack
Banana split neural paths
But beautiful as ever
You're the smell of the air in December
And everything got fucked up, but
School starts again in September
And no one's allowed into my room
No one's allowed into my room
Some days I'm tall and blonde
And I don't remember my name
Nowhere to go and everything wrong
Descended to a lower plane
And beautiful as ever
You're the smell of the air in December
And everything got fucked up, but
School starts again in September
And no one's allowed into my room
No one's allowed into my ROOM
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