1. |
Pile
04:49
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There's an airport out west,
You'll find my body there
It's in a car out on the lot.
Or maybe eaten by wolves
Out on that trail we never hiked.
You never were one to go outside.
Or maybe out in the cold.
You never were one for snow.
That's how I know you'll never go.
Or maybe in a city
Where you can't park on the street.
That's how I know we'll never meet.
She keyed your car.
A pile of what?
We won't know.
Too far.
You said to leave.
On what day? My birthday.
How fucked.
I'm back in school.
For what? I don't know.
It won't bring a thing I want.
She keyed your car.
A pile of what?
We wont know.
Too far.
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2. |
Sleep
04:07
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I can't sleep right on this floor.
Hopes for good dreams are out the door.
1, 2, 3, 4 - I do declare
A fucked up thumb war.
We'll fight over who gets,
Who gets what.
But I won't fight much.
I'll watch you leave.
Cheap cocaine and Miller Lite,
Magic mushrooms, what a delight.
I heard you call me a queer.
Jokes on you, I drank your beer.
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3. |
Change
04:19
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Heavy sighs are the language of my life.
But I can't complain
'Cause I can't even fucking drive.
So, where you at?
'Cause I feel like a butterfly in spring
So what does that mean?
So I'll take myself out
On a date
Cause otherwise I'd love to hate
Anyone but me.
If left alone, I'll masturbate.
Or even smoke some weed.
If left alone, I'll even contemplate
Moving out of state.
If left alone, I'll mutate or even fucking drive.
These times will change.
These times will change me.
These days will stack.
These days will stack low.
Empty beds are the live I'm meant to live.
But I can't complain.
'Cause I've got no fucking shame.
So, where you at?
'Cause I feel like a butterfly in spring,
And that won't mean a thing.
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4. |
Tame
01:40
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I'm right here
But hey don't worry 'bout it
I don't care
Learning to do without it
Layin' on the couch and starin' at the wall like nothing
Like nothing at all.
See how tame I can be?
In the reflection I watch myself watching TV.
And it's too much to take and so I say to myself
I never told you that I loved you 'cause I don't.
See how strange I can seem?
Did I ever tell you about that one dream?
Well look, there we are. Where we used to be:
Of all things I will soon grow tired.
Don't stop by,
No you don't have to be around tonight.
If you're not feeling like it
Stand out in the hallway,
Fall into my arms because I want you.
Can't you tell at all?
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Callitrice Jensen Beach, Florida
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