1. |
Trinity
02:23
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Trinity you're killing me
I don't know what's got into me
I'm unfulfilled and unhappy
Without you keeping score
My teeth are bent from drugs and sex
My nose is broke, my eyes are wet
I swear each fucking chance I get
I beg for something more
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling me
Trinity what's sending me
To hell for all eternity?
A centerpiece, an earned release
For living in the lines?
Your warm estate behind the gates
With my screams in your fireplace
Cause you're the love and I'm the hate
And death would be too kind
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
I'm safe, insured
And fucking bored
I'm making halos in the ceiling
So well behaved
I scrimped and saved
To find the whole time I was dreaming
Been counting time in "yours" and "mine"
And seeing peace as an illusion
You wrap your name in flags and flames
So please forgive me for confusion
And all our little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
We're hungry, help us understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
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2. |
Fake Dangerous
02:14
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What's the use believing
What we 'ready know is true?
I'm stubborn as a monkey
And I'm clever as a mule
Oh I steal what I've been given
And I always leave the take
So any step I take surrounding me
Is always a mistake
He says “don't do nothing you'll regret”
And she says “don't do nothing"
And they argue for millennia
Believing they did something
I demand pure sacrifice
No worn imperfect bride
So any soil where I plant my flag
Is always the wrong side
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
A bird inside a cage
A bird in a cage
Must've always been a metaphor
Always a cliche
Oh we're solving all our problems
Til we're left alone and bored
Now there's only hollow animals
And never a reward
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
Seven letters for an 80-digit girl
Show her a picture when she wants to see the world
Build a roof above the floor
And then get mad when all your seedlings fail to sprout
Save your top speed for your worst knees
Stop the clock and watch your pennies all fall out
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
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3. |
Group Introspection
02:47
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Oh I love you in the morning
And I love you after dark
Oh you're my favorite little engine
Yeah, you're daddy's little spark
And if I hadn't got a dollar
Or a penny to my name
I'd sell my face just for a taste of you
And piss you down the drain
It's all the same
"I don't have a problem"
Said the man with two right eyes
Just let me take you to the weekend
My reflection by surprise
Group introspection
I'm directionless yet not so hard to find
So lose your place, we've got one life to waste
And haven't got much time
Hollywood for astronauts
And statues out of reach
They say this life's a frozen wasteland
But eternity's a beach
I'm getting thinner on the inside
Getting rounder in the mouth
I've heard there's only one creator
And he's kinda freaking out
He's freaking out
He's freaking out
"I don't have a problem"
Said the man with two right eyes
Just let me take you to the weekend
My reflection by surprise
Group introspection
I'm directionless yet not so hard to find
So lose your place, we've got one life to waste
And haven't got much time
"I don't have a problem"
Said the man with two right eyes
Just let me take you to the weekend
My reflection by surprise
Group introspection
I'm directionless yet not so hard to find
So lose your place, we've got one life to waste
And haven't got much time
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4. |
With Friends Like This
02:44
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I'm pretty boring
Hotel gutters had me wrong
And every morning
I flood my car and hum along
And every day could
Be full of promise but it's not
It's just fucking not
Vacant lobbies
Somewhere south of getting out
Desperate hobbies
Ten stops shy of making sound
I can't remember
What ate me yesterday at all
I just can't recall
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
I'm just a city
Populated by the birds
Short and shitty
Chewing loudly on my words
Dressed in misprints
Stained forever in my skin
Where do I begin?
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
I hope you aren't hoping for anything from anything here
Dreams give way to brain decay and leave us with shy souvenirs
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
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5. |
Chasing Yesterday's High
02:57
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If you don't know by now, you won't ever learn
And I'm tired of eulogizing to the dead
There's no need to lie, you've got no concern
Chasing yesterday's high and catching up with your head
If there's no rapture yet, it's not gonna come
And I'd turn a blind eye if they did the same
I held my tongue til it went numb
And the whole world ended and nothing changed
We feel so far away now
But the light's still coming through
Oh what I wouldn't do
To be free of you
We look so far away now
But the light's still coming through
Oh what I wouldn't do
What I wouldn't do
To be free of you
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6. |
Central Casting
02:37
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Evolution's dead
Long live the dumbest of us all
Drown their python days with cigarettes
And flag pins on the wall
I swore off justice for the gavel
Now I'm feeling pretty tall
Overall
Seventeen with clip-on hair
And daddy's Cadillac
Fill the SS Queen with Dramamine
A logo on the back
I turned my MFA to scrap
For my suburban almanac
In cul de sacs
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
Holograms of farewell tours
From heroes' better days
When dime bags cost a dime
And all the roads had fewer lanes
I'm not an agent of the new world
But a cynic all the same
What's in a name?
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
I've got my scarlet pen and don't it feel so right?
Between my fingers and the page
It's been etching patterns in my mirror that say
"Just who the fuck are you anyway?"
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
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7. |
Sterile
02:43
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I'm drinking from the garden
Runoff dripping from my teeth
Fertilizer in the market
Anesthetized and clean
Sleeping soundly in my Craftsman
With a rifle in my safe
The walls are lined with aspirin
Drywall, cauterized and beige
Fuck me up and take me home
Fuck me up and take me home
I'm alive when I'm alone
So fuck me up and take me home
Where's my comfort in the ether?
Where's my place atop the cake?
I'm a promising believer
I'm a monogrammed escape
I'm caught above the clay
With all the streetlights singing
"I don't believe you"
Fuck me up and take me home
Fuck me up and take me home
I'm alive when I'm alone
So fuck me up and take me home
That honeycomb man had blood in his eyes
Sweet cigarette arms I personalized
Those holidays hours, they keep me alive
With last night's malaise still dripping my spine
Fuck me up and take me home
Fuck me up and take me home
I'm alive when I'm alone
Gonna gonna have to leave me
So fuck me up and take me home
Am I sterile?
Am I sterile?
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8. |
Rotary Eyes
02:57
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Radio skies
You knew this wasn't gonna be your year
First in the line, forgotten
And lauded like a pioneer
You're in no condition
Gentle disposition
Hate to sound so insincere
Radio skies
You knew this wasn't gonna be your year
Monorail feet
I can't stop treading on the beaten path
Record to beat, who cares
If nothing comes from looking back
Dancing cause you wanna
Better marijuana
Hard to make the feelings last
Monorail feet
I can't stop treading on the beaten path
Tell me when
Did the hippies kick the weed and start the alcohol?
Forgive us all
Buying pills
From an honors kid with a face tattoo in his parents' room
Rotary eyes
It's dark and tragic on the other side
Generalize to no one
And leave the crowd unsatisfied
Silent for a minute
Everyone's a critic
And everybody's verified
Rotary eyes
It's dark and tragic on the other side
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9. |
Follow The Leader
02:25
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I don't wanna say "so long" til it's over
Is it really time for growing up and sober?
Come on
Do you really want to live forever?
Do you really think there's something better?
My hands are black, my feet are tied, my nose is running thin
My zodiac's unsatisfied with salt and Ritalin
When certainty is certainly a sin
You follow the leader again
I don't wanna be the foam in your scrapbook
Some haunted wish baked into your yearbook page
I'm out
You couldn't think of something sadder?
You know those rings won't make a ladder
My hands are black, my feet are tied, my nose is running thin
My zodiac's unsatisfied with salt and Ritalin
When certainty is certainly a sin
You follow the leader
We're so sorry that we hurt you
Boredom ain't a fucking virtue
Can't seem to get enough, get enough
Can't seem to get enough, get enough
Can't seem to get enough, get enough
I can't seem to get enough
My hands are black, my feet are tied, my nose is running thin
My zodiac's unsatisfied with salt and Ritalin
When certainty is certainly a sin
You follow the leader again
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10. |
A Fool's Errand
02:16
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January gonna take my skin
Drain the deep end, throw me in
Tributary on the Western side
Ten floors high and eight lanes wide
Cemetery on the bathroom floor
Broken bottles on the river shore
February try to take my eyes
We're too old to leave, we're too dumb to die
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11. |
Born On Third
02:07
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I don't wanna be there when you wake up
I don't wanna be there when you know
I just wanna get out, get out
Before you get your head out, head out
Oh no
I know when to stay and when to go
I don't wanna mend your broken axis
I don't wanna hold onto the past
Looking good on paper, paper
Another penny saver, saver
Good god
How long do you think that this can last?
Spitting off of silver towers
Showering us with frozen nickels
There's nothing worse than skipping first
Born on third, you think you hit a triple
I don't wanna name your indiscretions
I don't wanna stand above the herd
Giving you excuses, 'scuses
For why you never knew this, knew this
Oh please
Giving you the peace you don't deserve
I was on a roll
But I've got no control
If it pleases your highness
Spitting off of silver towers
Showering us with frozen nickels
There's nothing worse than skipping first
Born on third, you think you hit a triple
You think you hit a triple
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12. |
Somewhere, Louisville
04:24
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Am I so unoriginal?
Maybe I'll write a script
Call it "the comeback kid"
And get a license plate made after it
Am I so unintentional?
Maybe I'll buy a boat
Carve my initials in the bark
And jump in the undertow
Oh no
I've been trying to leave
It's not happening
Well I did all my introspection on a five year bender
When I had time to kill
Now I've got all the self reflection of a blind defender
In somewhere, Louisville
I've got everything figured out
So I'm pretty miserable all the time
Oh
I've been trying to leave
It's not happening
Well I did all my introspection on a five year bender
When I had time to kill
Now I've got all the self reflection of a blind defender
In somewhere, Louisville
The best thing that I've got going for me
Is no one expects anything
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13. |
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Trinity you're killing me
I don't know what's got into me
I'm unfulfilled and unhappy
Without you keeping score
My teeth are bent from drugs and sex
My nose is broke, my eyes are wet
I swear each fucking chance I get
I beg for something more
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling me
Trinity what's sending me
To hell for all eternity?
A centerpiece, an earned release
For living in the lines?
Your warm estate behind the gate
With my screams in your fireplace
Cause you're the love and I'm the hate
And death would be too kind
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
I'm safe, insured
And fucking bored
I'm making halos in the ceiling
So well behaved
I scrimped and saved
To find the whole time I was dreaming
Been counting time in "yours" and "mine"
And seeing peace as an illusion
You wrap your name in flags and flames
So please forgive me for confusion
And all our little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
We're hungry, help us understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
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14. |
Trinity (Demo)
02:24
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Trinity you're killing me
I don't know what's got into me
I'm unfulfilled and unhappy
Without you keeping score
My teeth are bent from drugs and sex
My nose is broke, my eyes are wet
I swear each fucking chance I get
I beg for something more
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling me
Trinity what's sending me
To hell for all eternity?
A centerpiece, an earned release
For living in the lines?
Your warm estate behind the gate
With my screams in your fireplace
Cause you're the love and I'm the hate
And death would be too kind
And all my little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
Hungry, help me understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
I'm safe, insured and fucking bored
I'm making halos in the ceiling
So well behaved, I scrimped and saved
To find the whole time I was dreaming
Been counting time in "yours" and "mine"
And seeing peace as an illusion
You wrap your name in flags and flames
So please forgive me for confusion
And all our little broken hands
Have got a lot they want to talk about
We're hungry, help us understand
Why you hide behind a bank account
Your steady hands aren't fooling anyone
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15. |
Fake Dangerous (Demo)
02:13
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What's the use believing
What we 'ready know is true?
I'm stubborn as a monkey
And I'm clever as a mule
Oh I steal what I've been given
And I always leave the take
So any step I take surrounding me
Is always a mistake
He says “don't do nothing you'll regret”
And she says “don't do nothing"
And they argue for millennia
Believing they did something
I demand pure sacrifice
No worn imperfect bride
So any soil where I plant my flag
Is always the wrong side
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
A bird inside a cage
A bird in a cage
Must've always been a metaphor
Always a cliche
Oh we're solving all our problems
Til we're left alone and bored
Now there's only hollow animals
And never a reward
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
Seven letters for an 80-digit girl
Show her a picture when she wants to see the world
Build a roof above the floor
And then get mad when all your seedlings fail to sprout
Save your top speed for your worst knees
Stop the clock and watch your pennies all fall out
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
Oh, what's wrong with us?
Fake dangerous
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16. |
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Oh I love you in the morning
And I love you after dark
Oh you're my favorite little engine
Yeah, you're daddy's little spark
And if I hadn't got a dollar
Or a penny to my name
I'd sell my face just for a taste of you
And piss you down the drain
It's all the same
"I don't have a problem"
Said the man with two right eyes
Just let me take you to the weekend
My reflection by surprise
Group introspection
I'm directionless yet not so hard to find
So lose your place, we've got one life to waste
And haven't got much time
Hollywood for astronauts
And statues out of reach
They say this life's a frozen wasteland
But eternity's a beach
I'm getting thinner on the inside
Getting rounder in the mouth
I've heard there's only one creator
And he's kinda freaking out
"I don't have a problem"
Said the man with two right eyes
Just let me take you to the weekend
My reflection by surprise
Group introspection
I'm directionless yet not so hard to find
So lose your place, we've got one life to waste
And haven't got much time
"I don't have a problem"
Said the man with two right eyes
Just let me take you to the weekend
My reflection by surprise
Group introspection
I'm directionless yet not so hard to find
So lose your place, we've got one life to waste
And haven't got much time
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17. |
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I'm pretty boring
Hotel gutters had me wrong
And every morning
I flood my car and hum along
And every day could
Be full of promise but it's not
It's just fucking not
Vacant lobbies
Somewhere south of getting out
Desperate hobbies
Ten stops shy of making sound
I can't remember
What ate me yesterday at all
I just can't recall
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
I'm just a city
Populated by the birds
Short and shitty
Chewing loudly on my words
Dressed in misprints
Stained forever in my skin
Where do I begin?
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
I hope you aren't hoping for anything from anything here
Dreams give way to brain decay and leave us with shy souvenirs
God bless, another bad idea
Top of the list
Why be my own worst enemy
With friends like this
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18. |
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If you don't know by now, you aren't gonna learn
And I'm tired of eulogizing to the dead
There's no need to lie, you've got no concern
Chasing yesterday's high and catching up with your head
If there's no rapture yet, it's not gonna come
And I'd turn a blind eye if they did the same
I held my tongue til it went numb
And the whole world ended and nothing changed
We feel so far away now
But the light's still coming through
Oh what I wouldn't do
To be free of you
We look so far away now
But the light's still coming through
Oh what I wouldn't do
To be free of you
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19. |
Central Casting (Demo)
02:56
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Evolution's dead
Long live the dumbest of us all
Drown their python days with cigarettes
And flag pins on the wall
I swore off justice for the gavel
Now I'm feeling pretty tall
Overall
Seventeen with clip-on-hair
And daddy's Cadillac
Fill the SS Queen with Dramamine
A logo on the back
I turned my MFA to scrap
For my suburban almanac
In cul de sacs
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
Holograms of farewell tours
From heroes' better days
When dime bags cost a dime
And all the roads had fewer lanes
I'm not an agent of the new world
But a cynic all the same
What's in a name?
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
I've got my scarlet pen and don't it feel so right?
Between my fingers and the page
It's been etching patterns in my mirror that say
"Just who the fuck are you anyway?"
You and I and him and her
Might be the only ones who
See the evening meet the earth
And know where the spotlight goes to
Colored eyes in the white
Don't have a chance for lasting
Hollowed out to be polite
And sent from central casting
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20. |
Sterile (Demo)
02:45
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I'm drinking from the garden
Runoff dripping from my teeth
Fertilizer from the market
Anesthetized and clean
Sleeping soundly in my Craftsman
With a rifle in my safe
The walls are lined with aspirin
Drywall, cauterized and beige
Fuck me up and take me home
Fuck me up and take me home
I'm alive when I'm alone
Fuck me up and take me home
Where's my comfort in the ether?
Where's my place atop the cake?
I'm a promising believer
I'm a monogrammed escape
I'm caught above the clay
All the searchlights singing
"I don't believe you"
Fuck me up and take me home
Fuck me up and take me home
I'm alive when I'm alone
So fuck me up and take me home
That honeycomb man had blood in his eyes
Sweet cigarette arms I personalized
Those holidays hours, they keep me alive
With last night's malaise still dripping my spine
Fuck me up and take me home
Fuck me up and take me home
I'm alive when I'm alone
Fuck me up and take me home
Am I sterile?
Am I sterile?
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21. |
Rotary Eyes (Demo)
02:59
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Radio skies
You knew this wasn't gonna be your year
First in the line, forgotten
And lauded like a pioneer
You're in no condition
Gentle disposition
Hate to sound so insincere
Radio skies
You knew this wasn't gonna be your year
Monorail feet
I can't stop treading on the beaten path
Record to beat, who cares
If nothing comes from looking back
Dancing cause you wanna
Better marijuana
Hard to make the feelings last
Monorail feet
I can't stop treading on the beaten path
Tell me when
Did the hippies kick the weed and start the alcohol?
Forgive us all
Buying pills
From an honors kid with a face tattoo in his parents' room
Rotary eyes
It's dark and tragic on the other side
Generalize to no one
And leave the crowd unsatisfied
Silent for a minute
Everyone's a critic
And everybody's verified
Rotary eyes
It's dark and tragic on the other side
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22. |
Follow The Leader (Demo)
02:29
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I don't wanna say "so long" til it's over
Is it really time for growing up and sober?
Come on
Do you really want to live forever?
Do you really think there's something better?
My hands are black, my feet are tied, my nose is running thin
My zodiac's unsatisfied with salt and Ritalin
When certainty is certainly a sin
You follow the leader again
I don't wanna be the foam in your scrapbook
Some haunted wish baked into your yearbook page
I'm out
You couldn't think of something sadder?
You know those rings won't make a ladder
My hands are black, my feet are tied, my nose is running thin
My zodiac's unsatisfied with salt and Ritalin
When certainty is certainly a sin
You follow the leader
We're so sorry that we hurt you
Boredom ain't a fucking virtue
Can't seem to get it up, get it up
I can't seem to get it up, get it up
Can't seem to get enough, get enough
I can't seem to get enough
My hands are black, my feet are tied, my nose is running thin
My zodiac's unsatisfied with salt and Ritalin
When certainty is certainly a sin
You follow the leader again
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23. |
A Fool's Errand (Demo)
02:25
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January gonna take my skin
Drain the deep end, throw me in
Tributary on the Western side
Ten floors high and eight lanes wide
Cemetary on the bathroom floor
Broken bottles on the river shore
February try to take my eyes
We're too old to leave, we're too dumb to die
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24. |
Born On Third (Demo)
02:28
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I don't wanna be there when you wake up
I don't wanna be there when you know
I just wanna get out, get out
'Fore you get your head out, head out
Oh no
I know when to stay and when to go
I don't wanna mend your broken axis
I don't wanna hold onto the past
Looking good on paper, paper
Another penny saver, saver
Good god
How long do you think that this can last?
Spitting off of silver towers
Showering us with frozen nickels
There's nothing worse than skipping first
Born on third, you think you hit a triple
I don't wanna name your indiscretions
I don't wanna stand above the herd
Giving you excuses, 'scuses
For why you never knew this, knew this
Oh please
Giving you the peace you don't deserve
I was on a roll
But I've got no control
If it pleases your highness
Spitting off of silver towers
Showering us with frozen nickels
There's nothing worse than skipping first
Born on third, you think you hit a triple
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25. |
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|
Am I so unoriginal?
Maybe I'll write a script
Call it "the comeback kid"
And get a license plate named after it
Am I so unintentional?
Maybe I'll buy a boat
Carve my initials in the bark
And jump in the undertow
I've been trying to leave
It's not happening
I did all my introspection on a five year bender
When I had time to kill
Now I've got all the self reflection of a blind defender
In somewhere, Louisville
I've got everything figured out
So I'm pretty miserable all the time
I've been trying to leave
It's not happening
I did all my introspection on a five year bender
When I had time to kill
Now I've got all the self reflection of a blind defender
In somewhere, Louisville
The best thing that I've got going for me
Is no one expects anything
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Charlie Foxtrot Cincinnati, Ohio
Bedroom recordings for basement people
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