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dead dog summer
02:35
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room temperature coffee
i picked off all my calluses
and sit and let my hands bleed (out)
you never talk much when you
wake up but now its happening
i think you will forget me (now)
you’re talking neuroses with
a girl you met in science class
i say you have the better ass
but why'd you even ask me (that)
am i worth it to you
do you think i can understand
i’m only an alien
(we are only aliens)
this is how we get by
we writes notes in our phones
that we keep to ourselves
when we're home and alone
and there's nobody else
but the night time
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2. |
ruler
03:10
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can you lay your mind to rest
think about her in her dress
way back on that summer’s eve
makes it harder to believe
seventeen, it came and went
time was given, time was spent
late december eulogies
bring me back to golden days
driving down a dusty road
optimistic overload
apprehensive, reticent
misquotes thomas edison
requiem for when we tried
estuary open wide
letting go is gripping sand
no one gets the upper hand
sometimes i still try to see
what made summer time for me
if you asked i wouldn’t lie
you still rule over my mind
ruler’s on the plane
ruler’s glad you came
ruler takes your name
ruler, all the same
ruler comes behind the ball
ruler comes to take us all
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3. |
star
02:40
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hear ‘em now round the bend
circled up, special friends
you’ve got yours, i’ve got mine
but they grew up and you’ve got time
honesty terrifies
nervous tick, tired eyes
i won’t fight, what’s the use
they’ll believe what you do
you’ll steal a smoke and spew a screen
and shape it how you want it to be
i’ll play the fool ‘cause you’re the star
but i won’t make it very far
i won’t make it very far
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4. |
b blue
03:05
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two weeks deep and i’ve coated my lungs
with an idealized vision of what it means to be young
and i’m sorry that i didn’t think this one through
and i’m sorry that all of the blame is on you
three weeks deep and i’m starting to see
why the people i love hate to be around me
and i wish i could tell you the things that i do
and i wish i could dim the lights; everything's blue
four weeks deep and i’m falling apart
and the only thing left in my vestigial heart
is the promise i made on a whim to a girl
is the love she gave to me and i took from her
five weeks with nothing to prove
days pass, my body won’t move
your fault was thinking i could
my fault was thinking i’m better for doing what anyone would
six weeks deep and i’ll try to move on
but i know that i'm weak and i know i was wrong
and i hate that your thought of me will always be blue
and i hate that i thought of myself before you
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5. |
driver
01:40
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i am the driver, i know the roads
but i don't want to take them anymore
it only takes one accident
to make you dread being behind the wheel again
i don't want to be the driver, i don't think i'm very good
and it's hard to be the driver all the time
but for you i'd be the driver and i'd try the best i could
so when i go home i'd always know the passenger is mine
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6. |
roxanne
04:50
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your ice cold finger traces down the vertebrae I barely hold
a film that colors everyone you know and everything you were told
she’s young, she doesn’t understand
you twist the knife and squeeze her hand
you cut her open, roxanne
the saline smile’s copy paper just to say there’s someone who cares
with gums receding into hidden pockets, shadows under the stairs
you’re caught up in the left unsaid
the flowers on the bowery
i put a hole in her hand
you take the bait and breathe it in
you slip into another skin
you got me hoping for sand
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7. |
driver pt. 2
03:20
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i don't want to be the driver, i don't think i'm very good
and it's hard to be the driver all the time
but for you i was the driver, fucked it up, you knew i would
and when i fuck up, we all fuck up, and so we walk the line
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8. |
aliens
06:20
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somebody else is sleeping in my room
i close the door, you close your eyes
somebody else is having all my favorite conversations
and i can tell you why
i am an alien, i am a tourist
i am the ghost in the writer and most of the time it's the same
you are an alien, and you're not a purist
but when there's blood in the water and everyone's calling your name
i'll say, don't pretend that
there's no parallel 'tween this carousel
and your shirtsleeve life before me
cry into a yell things you'll never tell
i was only half pretending
when i said you can never go home again
you are walls and sheets and windows
feign indifference, lady reticence
right back to the places we let go
only now you know
there's no parallel 'tween this carousel
and your shirtsleeve life before me
cry into a yell, pass me paper towel
i was only half pretending
when i said you can never go home again
you are walls and sheets and windows
sunday paragon, monday marathon
right back to the places we let go
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