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yr telescope
01:48
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hey, i thought i caught you looking at me through your telescope
and oh, i was baked and i flaked, i whispered what i spoke:
"i'm not defined by rhymes or lines
or lies i tell as i yell while i break fucking guitar strings
and hope you'll at least pity me
or tell me it was pretty neat to save my soul from its own defeat"
"oh god, he's self aware!"
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2. |
gts
02:27
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my brain feels like it's overloading
and saying, "oh, you think you know self-loathing?"
but i've got great methods of coping, countless bowls i'm smoking
and friends who'll keep me from strolling into traffic
but friends leave and climb up social rungs
and when the smoke hits my lungs
it doesn't take too long till i'm right back at step one
so i will call you every night when i'm freaking the fuck out
you're probably used to it by now
you've probably got your script out:
"so when you go to sleep, they will cleanse you of your sins
they will let you start again, you'll remember all your friends
and all the times that you guys killed or that you spent."
you always had this way with words that got me back into my head
but do i need that?
i don't need that
(but could you please stay on the phone?)
but i guess enough is enough
one more thought before you hung up
you talked about a boy who asked for too much
i didn't fucking listen, i sat and i shrugged
"so when you soon wake up, they will know just what you did
they'll be coming for your head, they will tear your soul to shreds
so i suggest you run and hide while you still can."
maybe not the words i wanted, but i've got this blood on my hands
and i can't clean them
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3. |
not my home
03:33
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you said you couldn't bear that weight
and i just never knew what to say
so i said, "... ... ..." again
i know the walls are closing in
you feel scared in your skin
you build a city made of sheets
i haven't seen you for some weeks
i wanna visit soon, see the pillow fortress peaks
i've been there too, you're sinking deep
now you're trapped here in this hell
and the bastards seem to have the lead
as far as we can tell
and that empty feeling comes and goes
but it's sticking more than fleeting
then you said, "this body's not my home anymore"
"it's not my home anymore"
well i loved you and i still do
and i did too when you bid farewell
to me and everything
i couldn't dream of how things would be
i don't think i'll ever get it
and i don't think i'll ever forget it
from the outside gazing in at you
i'm sorry
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4. |
painted yellow lines
03:49
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"you're good for nothing," caught me brushing off my problems
put em up on a shelf that i can't reach
"say you stand for something but you're bluffing
all you wanna do is lay down and die on a beach"
i hear you mutter, "stupid fucker," as i rest my head on your chest
pretending to sleep
i start to blubber, hold me closer, tell me,
"go back to bed, you're just having a bad dream"
(but i am)
i'm fucking trying
but when anything goes wrong, i feel like crying
and when it's right, it's not enough
so when i'm driving
who's to say some painted yellow lines can
quell impulse?
but that's not me, no, that's the disease
trying to push how it thinks things should be
and maybe i'm damaged goods
but i'm good, i'm good
it'll be so good so soon
you can only hope
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5. |
chill'd / passenger
04:48
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take a look in your heart and see you're far from fine
but you're trying and rest assured you'll sleep so well tonight
and every night, like a loving mother
she'll lick your blood and stitch your wounds while you lie in slumber
so i resign this life of mine
to your design; i'm out of time
which you could use to make me new
to replace my black hole heart with good
and my entrails with daisies
i wanna pretend to be clean
i wanna say what i mean
i wanna mean what i say
i wanna sleep through less days
i wanna patch up my brain
don't wanna have to explain
myself, my thoughts, my ways
i wanna stop the picture from being:
me, covering my face
ashamed, afraid like a child
~~~
(you've activated our hidden track "passenger"!)
~~~
i'm good to go, i'm all dolled up
i'll keep my heart balled up
and toss it right into the trash
i'll be your passenger
my seatbelt's fastened, sir
i'll keep my hands and feet inside
if you keep it moving fast
i feel like when i was young again
and you are heaven sent
you'll come and we'll take to the skies
i'm tucked beneath your wings
i swoon just as you sing
is this the one? are you glowing?
is this the light?
but heart says, "forward"
and brain says, "wait,
are you prepared to die alone out in space?"
well? what ARE you scared of?
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6. |
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handing crowns out since you found out
how another person's art can penetrate your heart
shocked in earnest when you learn this
self-serving human has a more devious plan
but i, i am pure
my art, it is pure
let's play who can say
the most things everybody wants to hear
then let's see who'll be
the ones who look back down with a sneer
the ball's in your court, steer the discourse
don't sit on your hands or they'll move onto other plans
deify me, crucify me
when i make a mistake put my head on a stake
and when the blood drips down my severed neck
let it stain my crown in crimson red
and when the life has finally left my eyes
let the next one step into that light
that's not my burden
i'm my own person
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7. |
orange julius erving
02:55
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i brush my teeth until they bleed
is this coming clean?
i roll my eyes, repeat that lie again
"yea, i'm coming clean"
a new man, a new day
the same plans, the same mistakes
the disgrace on my face
will stay until the end of days comes
you crash your car into a wall
you say you're nothing, i say,
"you're all of everything to me"
a long term plan: an ampersand
embroidered on a towel in our kitchen
in the light of day, you feel safe to say
"please stay until the end of days comes"
(i did not choose you
i was molded in your form
you spat on dirt
i was born
and i've since been bored my whole sad life)
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8. |
yes, momentum
02:03
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i can't eat or sleep or dream
cause my mind's playing tricks on me
worn down by reality
oh, where's the humanity?
watch as i stay safe and sound
and sit on my hands and scream too loud
live life like war of attrition
while sins of the chosen go forgiven
the other shoe's gotta drop
go to bat for millionaires
who'd end you for a bigger share
it's never gonna fucking stop
when the knife is at your throat
will you just laugh and let it go
cause there's no other way that it can be?
fuck the rich who fuck the poor
and fuck armed police at our doors
the buck stops now
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9. |
donettes
05:46
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"you can't even speak your mind
what makes you think that you could handle mine?
chasing sunsets, hoping moon forgets to rise
but life abides by rules you don't make
"so what made you think that you could outrun time?"
"so tell me what you want, what you really really want, oh"
i'll tell you what i want, what i really really want
i want you and i under a cotton candy sky
in a house on the moon where we could stay and watch cartoons
or game shows, or whose line
or nothing, it's all fine
i'd feed you donettes like grapes from the vine
and i could be yours and you could be mine
that's fine
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10. |
everything's whatever
04:33
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with a foot on the land and a foot in the sea
i stared off into the distance looming endlessly
as i was lost in the horizon, i knew how small i seemed
and somehow i felt better
cause everything
yea, everything's whatever
with your hand in my hand, i put my foot in my mouth
now you could never give a damn what i'm talking about
you said, "i never loved a sucker or a fucking burnout"
cause that made you feel better
and everything
yea, everything's whatever
i'm waiting for some things to fall together
so i can start living
but every way that things could pan out plays inside my head
every second that i'm breathing, when i'm sleeping in your bed
can never seem to stop the room from spinning, lay and wait for death
or just pretend, yea, just pretend
cause i had that dream again
that song came on, the guitars screamed again
i'll smile and pretend
it's not happening again
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curt - guitar
dan - bass/vox
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