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Than This
02:20
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This time around it's gotta be the best
'Cause I won't be 'round much longer, I confess
But we've got our work cut out for us if we'd like to give it a try
You say we could be so much cooler but I disagree
I knew instantly
It was one of those nights
Where nothing's getting better
'Cause nothing can get better than this
When you threatened to leave Zach's van,
You were drunk on cheap wine
But that's okay, we love you anyway
We're not just saying that to keep you inside
So we'll make some tunes up on the spot, you know that'd make me smile
And we'll fall to the floor laughing, I think I'll stay awhile. Please?
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I'll Sneak You In
03:20
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Not What You Think
03:02
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There’s an elephant in the room. I think I’m gonna lose but I’m used to it. I’m not playing for sympathy, I’m just saying I come equipped. I wanna dive in. So why am I bending spoons when I talk to you? Do you like it? We could and we should give it a shot. So let’s take it.
I’m not a shitty person. You might be worth it. You tell me what you’ll name your kids on my parent’s bed.
The cat’s out of the bag. But he’s long gone. He ain’t coming back. You bear attack me but we’re playing pretend. I wanna kiss you, and I mean for real. Is that too much to ask? I’ll try anything you cook. I’d like to read that Da Vinci book you were telling me about. You sing about potatoes and chips referencing a text message I wish I saved.
I’m not a shitty person. You might be worth it. You almost punched me in your sleep on my parent’s bed.
I know it’s confusing. I know I’m not helping. But you happened to beautifully enter my life. Just know our friends are rooting for us. Casey Jones you’re so bad ass.
I’m not a shitty person. You might be worth it. And you could be the first. I’m sick of assuming the worst. I’ll never forget how I felt on my parent’s bed.
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Little Moment
02:56
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Blue Morning Light
03:31
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I like it best when we’re on our own planet. I think we could settle down here. We’ll put a doghouse in the backyard. We’ll plant daisies in the garden.
Now this year so far has been kinda hard but it looks like you’ll come out smiling. When I hold you tight in the blue morning light I always catch myself thinking how we’ll be older, a little more mature, and so deserving of something good.
If you desire an electrical fire, I suppose we could stay at your place. That’d be fine by me because I can see the way you look at me and scratch my face. Your hair may have changed but you’re still the same, only now the feeling is deeper. We talk about summer like there’ll be a summer and for the first time I feel like a keeper. But I’m not perfect. Know that going in. But I could give you something good.
Now I sweat in my sleep, try not to worry though you tell me I got nothing to worry about it. I don’t wanna fall into this lonely campus and be a memory you could do without.
I’m so sorry if I don’t always have much to say. I just can’t believe I finally got something good.
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Catch
01:20
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You pulled the grays from my head. Told me they make me looked distinguished. If I didn’t miss those wishes, would anything be different? Or would I still be going home tomorrow? I never told anyone you broke our faucet even though it was only an accident. But you’re not indestructible. Don’t let those leaches drain your soul. If I could give you one piece of advice it’d be to cut the negative people out of your life. Smoke won’t get you anywhere. Listen to yourself. Now look at what you’ve gone and done. You’re just another creased folder on my shelf.
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7. |
We Had Plans...Right?
04:12
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You were coming down when I opened my big mouth. It didn’t break the beaker but it didn’t help. I left some litter in your life. You left some in mine. What am I driving into? The circus is in town. The air is toxic. Something’s different with your tongue. You left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanna get it out. So I’ll leave the block that always felt too long. Goodbye Sunshine Drive. I spent so much time where I shouldn’t have been. So why did I go? I could have overcame the snow. But I was a detour in your life. Now I’m a thought you keep while you fall fast asleep. I missed the boat years ago but that’s all right by me. I can’t complain when I escaped to my sanctuary. That’s my room. I can always move my room.
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8. |
Independence Labor Day
04:47
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I want to create something we don’t quite understand. We’re looking for lightning in all the wrong places and trying to stop the buzzing from bees in your brain. You have my permission to shake me or shut me up. I swallowed hard. It went down the wrong tube on a sports field. I tried not to cough. I want to sit still and wag my tail and tell you how they’ve been fixing my teeth for nine years and counting while I sleep. I like the smell of gasoline. Why do you like me? Beach blanket bug bites and there’s a guy playing catch with himself in the distance. You change the song and I laugh about my defeat in the kitchen. You can cut my head off if you don’t like what I recommend. Here goes another pathetic fucking attempt at being smooth. Please don’t become another punchline. Instead let’s hang out til’ your voice lowers octaves and then commit to joining a gym. You can make me squirm. I’m too ticklish. No one is filming. I knew that this ride would come to a halt and I’d descend into the lull. I’m breaking my hoodie into fall. Now I got shit to deal with. I want to scream “Take control.” I want you to say “Make me.” I want you to tease me and finish to completion. Summer ended when I noticed the red house on my street had been painted blue. Summer ended when I found a wheel on the sidewalk when I got home from visiting you. Summer ended when the whole world of your bedroom was plastered in posters. Summer ended with you barefoot. We had haircuts. We were holding tight then you went inside and I drove home with the heat on but I still had chills.
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Damaged Goods
02:55
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We begin at a diner in Pennsylvania. Just my brothers and nieces and my fake problems. We spent the weekend redefining boredom in the back woods. If I knew the parking lot metaphor was a metaphor then I would have done things different. Or would I have let it stay? We would have went to the same school anyway.
You're evil. You're cool. Thank you.
Now I'm a ghost with unfinished business. I would like to be somewhere breaking a bed but I can't since our signals got crossed. I'm sorry we met when we did. Will you think of me this weekend when you pass my exit without ex-boyfriends, sisters, elephants, or affection?
Did you hear the horns of Gabriel when you were young? Did you run away and hide and cry in a barn when no one showed up? I think that rings true for you today. You're fucking terrible at being alone.
Never mind the fact that I was a doctor in another life. That's something no one else needs to know about.
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Scratch Marks
04:17
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What are you doing to me? Don’t look like that. Please push me against the wall and show me what you’re made of. That singing voice and that speaking voice sound radically different. I’m no magician but I can try to be good while quasi-strangers dance sloppy next to me. You don’t have to lie. I can handle the truth. I’ll peak over your shoulder and make sure you’re alone. That’s what it’s come to. A tiny mountain range is forming on my face. I can tell by the skin of your teeth and the way that you sway back and forth that we’re not done here, not til we get you vulnerable. That language is mine. I heard you’ve been using phrases I say. Darling, that’s fine. You just don’t have it in you to try. What are you saying about me behind my back? We’re loosely connected by a weird web of friends. I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to think about that. I know I’m a nice boy but I can play rough. I’m talking scratch marks and all…
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Tawano
03:07
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Bookmarks, tarot cards, kitchen floors – the decisions hard but you’re gonna have to do this on your own. Plane tickets, getaways – can I make you smile by train? You said you wouldn’t mind if it rode past your home. Miss Game Changer, will you do me a favor and make a snow day dinner again? If I knew what would happen, I’d sort through the laughing and live my life. But I’d pick out the good parts and file ‘em away. When you came to visit after Christmas your head was shaved, you brought your Mrs. and you seemed more happy and focused than before. You both traced a map of Manhattan on my floor. So we could gnaw on each other's necks. I could tear you in half. I don't think it would help much. In this year of firsts was it something I said? Now the gloves are off, my confidence up, I'm more terrified than ever. The subject was taboo but there's a reason we're together. There's a map of Toronto in my backseat. I haven't cleaned it out yet. I'm trying to hold on to one little piece of my own distance.
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12. |
Martin Sloane
05:14
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I’m wired. I got this bead. I’m so tired of this great big year where I’ve grown up fast and stayed awake. Everything’s a little funny. So just know when my eyes go I’ll still see you somehow. I’ll love you up and down. I don’t know what that means. But I like the sound of it. Bodies are different for everyone. That’s obvious but you don’t realize until it’s done and you’ve touched someone new and the coffee crazies got a hold of you. So where do your eyes go? Are they closed? Are they looking at mine? It’s 4AM. It’s way too muggy. You’re delirious on the floor. Strange how we are and strange how we aren’t. We wander and lock. We pause then we talk. But I’ll be gentle. Sleepover in this wooden house. My brother- I hope you get out. I’ve thought about that for months but I didn’t write it down until now. The tree was underwhelming but that’s what happens when expectations are built up too much. I do it to myself. Boston or bust? My car will still rust. I’m here through the fall. Will someone please call? I promise I’ll be gentle. I’ve had too many days. What do I deserve at the firework finale? None of this makes sense. It was one of those nights where you need to feel better because anything would be better than this.
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Kirk Stevens
silly person with mostly sincere songs
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