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Good On Paper
03:21
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Monday night's all right for dump trucks and pearls
Coughing up that lung, I know you will
You get headaches from the rain
There's butter on my shirt
No need to explain, it's been happening since I was a kid
Thumbing a band aid
And it feels good on paper
I'll scream from every single rooftop
"I want you smart"
It shouldn't be that hard
I comb through this cesspool of a Saturday night
Those cokeheads that you know, they don't seem fine
You linger like laundry, damp in the wind
But judging from those shoes, I should let you in
There's a killer on the loose
Anything to get you through
You'll lead the way by flashlight's gleam
Peering through the trees, when suddenly
I drop my cell phone, hit my funny bone
The map I'm drawing isn't sprawling far
I got diarrhea in a punk bar
I never X'd my fist but I got behind the idea
Everyone is sleepy and groovy in the morning by the pool
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2. |
Well...That Was Fast
03:23
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There will be no drums (the timing was off)
Everyone I know has a doppelgänger in New York
Wind chimes woke me up the day the world ended
Garbage trucks were patrolling the streets
And my slowly changing brain kept me awake chemically
Keep me sun drunk and fucked
Scraping shit out the bottom of a fryer
There's a wedding I won't be invited to
There's a future that's less than crystal clear
So for the first time in forever we'll get the old band back together
And travel anywhere but here
Come on, you know it could be fun
You're not good enough for me
I'll poke my head out of the murky water
And I'll whisper "I know I'm here"
I'm no longer your genius answer to your pretty little damaged prayers
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3. |
Rock Bottom, NY
03:40
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Save me from my self-esteem
I want you in therapy
I liked you more in the in-between
I saw the codes change
Put me in your inner loop
I need to know the truth
Show me some living proof that the supper's burned
You can put the fire in my belly out baby
A pain sensation rushing through me completely
Welcome to Rock Bottom, enjoy your stay
Syrup coat my frosted lungs
Feel the prickles on your tongue
Once again I caught the bug
I'll hide behind my layers
I wonder how and where you are
Turn the clock back a bit too far
To days when you borrowed my car
I'll hide behind my hair
The first and only time I saw a grand slam my brother turned to me and said, "This is a sign." A few months later I didn't get into any schools so I returned to the original one.
The first and only time I ate a free Grand Slam I was surrounded by my soon to be close friends. A few months later we got things going, didn't we?
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4. |
Ice Cubes
03:29
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I was the first one to turn 23
Well, that's not totally true
No, no entirely
Cause I could tell you a story about two bugs
And how I never ever had the courage to go and get myself stung
By a yellow jacket swarm or a person I adore
So someone flick the marble
Make sure the children have their bottles
I was told I seemed sincere on a coast so different from my own
Does it run in your blood?
Wonder what your bare back looks like with you lying face down on my futon
Hear the sound of ice cubes on plastic coming up the stairs, it's tragic
Thought I saw an older you - an older version of you.
Thought about the future then I clocked out
I wanna strike a chord in you
Have you kiss the tiny cuts on my hands from the winter wind and make it run in your blood
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5. |
idkwia
02:09
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I will follow you down the rabbit hole
Let the earth swallow me, spit out my bones
Every inch of you - puzzle pieces in my room
I can make you moan
She had crazy red hair like a children's book character I'll never see again
Those familiar smells are cyclical
The name of the dance: I Don't Know Who I Am
Spotlight on the overbite
I wanted you to be capable and responsible for me
Every fucked up inch of twisted logic that keeps you sane and claiming your toxic has worn out my wardrobe
You like being broken
You're flirting with Harlem
You took a year from me
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6. |
Black, White, & Red
03:13
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You're off to the races when you bleed on me
I'm an open wound in a crowded room
It's embarrassing
Well I'm angry for the first time in what feels like years
But that's all right. It's all right.
So you work your charm and extract the root
You were always a good witch
It's not how I would want to go but it's what he wanted
Well you made it through a hurricane but you left an earthquake behind
But you had to. I guess you had to.
So I'd let you leave your lipstick smeared on my cheek
It wouldn't change a thing
I mean I am unqualified
I know it was drunken but it seemed sincere
Sincere enough that I'm singing this here
You bloodshot motherfucker, I wish you were dead
Silent film nights all black, white, and red
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7. |
Peanut Butter & Apples
00:53
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Can I pull your boots off?
Can I use my powers for good?
I'll show you my paint brush as long as you don't keep me in your pocket
"Oh I felt sad, I felt free"
For a minute it actually seemed like you cared about me
Let's work together to write a prescription for self-diagnosed insanity
It's cold like my corner teeth
It knows how to irritate
It's probably a cavity from all the peanut butter and apples
"Oh be discreet, try not to stain cushions. Don't make a peep while my friends sleep."
Here I stand, a man abandoned.
Completely deserved.
Good night.
Good morning.
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8. |
Lotto
02:44
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I started the new year disappointing you
Had a Pennsylvania lotto ticket in my breast pocket
And I don't know else I'd do if I stayed here any longer but I wouldn't be a failure
And you look happy in your new green valley that I never thought you'd find
What the fuck happened back there?
Think about this stuff so much it hits you in your gut and now I'm scared of the chicken bones, the hospice, the church bells playing all the hits from the radio silence that you give me
Comin' at you all morning long
I've been saving your mail in hopes that I don't lose you
I've been wishing you well in case the blizzard traps you
It's just you and me and anxiety baby
We haven't been in the same room in five years
I dozed off at a diner in Queens
My lips puffed up, I reacted poorly
We part ways and tell ourselves we'll do this more often and for better reasons
Is this the difference between young adult and adult?
We don't have fun, we just talk of the good days
It takes me too damn long to finish a book
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9. |
Watering Can
02:49
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I bought you a watering can for your birthday but the timing was off
Cole Porter and fog
When I got to certain parking lots I search for bumper stickers on certain cars so I know what I'll have to stomach when I walk in
Life's not something you can wrap in a neutral bow
Somewhere there's a secret cemetery and that scares me
Although I don't remember where it is
Please don't talk to me
Put a little heart on the date you found a mate
I still have that rock on my dresser
So you're a woman with needs
Is that such a terrible thing?
I don't think so, I just think if you needed to fill your withdrawal well then you should've known who to call
Did you plant the seeds?
Did you read the secret histories I got for your birthday?
I don't want to kill myself
I just want lightning to strike me down
I only met your mom that one time
And you say it's sporadic
Then you say it's meaningless
I'm not longer nomadic
Yeah I've unpacked my bags
La la la la la la la
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10. |
O Jarring Youth
03:07
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O jarring youth
On the brink of something no one else knew
Like secrets of the universe
A scrapbook of people who hate you
O Alice Blue and Ben
Full of grocery bags and plans
They transfer sadness
At least one book is second hand
Siren or skateboard
Birthmark or bruise
A brand new car or two
O slow fade to blustery days
I feel like an alien most days
It's all in my brain
The piercing blade of the word "strange"
Will you come out of the woodwork for the kosher buffet?
Is a sympathy card on it's way?
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11. |
Straw Fox (A Thesis)
05:46
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