1. |
Gallows
03:04
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Even best laid plans of mice and men
Prove ill advised
I wonder why
Cause I’ve been stumbling sentences with romantic intentions in a constant state of flux
I’m fucking done
I crumbled up
My best suit and stuffed the whole thing in the damn ceiling
Falling asleep on the back porch
Riding around in your dads car
Nothing in life could be better
Than pouring on a drink on the front porch
Stumbling drunk through your moms house
I don’t ever want you to change
I’m not so sure of much but of this I am certain
That I feel this way about you
That I’m falling off the grid
I’m not so sure of much but of this I am certain
I am closer to the gallows than I’ll ever be the throne
Falling asleep on the back porch
Stumbling drunk to your dads car
Nothing in life could better
Pouring a drink on the front porch
Puking my guts in the back yard
I don’t ever want you to change
I’m not so sure of much but of this I am certain
That I feel this way about you
That I’m falling off the grid
I’m not so sure of much but of this I am certain
I am closer to the gallows than I’ll ever be the throne
I’m not so sure of much but of this I am certain
I am closer to the gallows than I’ll ever be the throne
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2. |
Phillip, Burn The Piano
02:29
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I’ve been making eyes at your ceiling fan
I’ve been making questionable decisions
My words remiss and break your skin like a surgical incision
And my apologies are like Tanzanite from my lungs
Still shine like diamonds
Oh a blurred face on a divine waitlist,
My god’s wasted at the corner bar
I saw your savior
He was begging for change
Screaming “everyone’s the same”
We all are
I spoke my name in foreign tongues
Introspected over months to learn
You can’t change your burnt out flickering attic bulb alone
So I came home
So I said my prayers and went to bed
But I don’t think the message sent
Fucking God left me on read
With a microscope to my bones
Cracked and bruised but they don’t show
Cut the throats of snow angels
And my head has gotten big
That my old halo don’t fit
Anymore
It’s not even close
So you sit around
At your old desk
Suicide note
It’s your fifth draft
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3. |
Auzzy's Song
02:23
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Well I could fix an evening coffee
Play some Kingdom Hearts or something
Chris is playing Animal Crossing
On the couch sitting beside me
And we’re hanging in the living room
May as well be called a dying room
Cause with how little we’re contributing to society
We may as well be dead
It’s imperative we light a dog
70/30 or nothing else
Watch MacKinnon hoist the Stanley Cup
But the fucking Dubs took down the Celts
I am paralyzed below the neck
Half sleeping on this old leather couch
Turning down the lights as Nolan turns the dial up on Midwest Nothing
There’s just so much pressure on us
To stand taller than our fathers before us
How are we supposed to send the kids to school without leaving our beds
Until the afternoon?
I wanna move around I swear to God but it just sounds so hard
So when I fix the morning coffee
I sure hope you stand beside me
Manufacturing a moment
Pressing chalk against the concrete
I could tidy up the living room
Hang a painting in the hallway
Call my parents just to hear them
Call a friend and say I’m sorry
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4. |
Faux Pas
03:07
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My friends have been attending funerals again
Overall their lives are looking grim
Call it karma consequence
Is it a bad thing that I’m not even reacting
While your tears soak through my shirt sleeve
Couldn’t force myself to cry
Well I’m not ready to die
But I feel ready to die
Sorry that you went and wasted on me
All your precious limelight
I can’t write this sequel, the storylines gone dry
Well I’m not ready to die
But I feel ready to die
That I might have a fit of sanity and let you in my life
So here’s to the faux pas
Here’s to the time between my reply
And you asking me where I stayed at last night
I’m over running over the same
Excuses that I use on the day by day
I’m getting over running away
Sorry that you went and wasted on me
All your precious limelight
I can’t write this sequel, the storylines gone dry
Well I’m not ready to die
But I feel ready to die
That I might have a fit of sanity and let you in my life
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5. |
Jake Hemmerlein
02:53
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I have got a lot to give
This head is barely holding on
This head is starving
This heard is hardly hanging on
This head is dead
I don’t have recipients
This head is barely holding on
This head is starving
This heard is hardly hanging on
This head is dead
We stumble and slip through the city of Boston
Growing old lonesome fucking exhausted
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6. |
Filed Away
00:56
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I’d like to file a claim
To refund all the miles I spend driving
Drawing circles round this toxic town
Singing ‘long to songs I’ve loved since seventeen
Cause I’m far too proud to pay
A doc with a degree
To ponder why the color leaves my face
When I divulge a detail worthy to be wrote down in a file with my name
And file myself away
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7. |
Dogyard
04:01
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Say it to my face like you mean it
That I will die alone
Desperate to be misunderstood
Recollect to pass the time
Your ellipses warning sign
What could have been
If you say, you say so
Say so
Nothing more and nothing less
To genuinely genuflect
And reconcile for pain that you effect
Shatter the stain glass
Regain your balance
Act like you’ve been there
Abuse a substance
I’m not your savior
I’m not your saint
I’m not your escape plan from this place
I don’t mind feeling lonesome all the time
I’ll be fine staying till closing time
I’ve all but given up on love
Nothing could ever be enough
I dragged the dog out by the shed
Growing tired of planting flower beds
I don’t mind feeling lonesome all the time
You’re so far away
You’re so far away
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8. |
Medicine
02:56
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Last call to escort all internal faults off of the premises
To make their way around by sundown
Because the truth is I’ve been drinking all these memories to nothingness
Unfortunate, subordinate
I quit
Let’s do that drug that you mentioned
Olfactory organ Darwinism
Cause on this medicine
I can’t feel anything
It’s got me questioning
If I can work this all out
Cause on this medicine
I can’t feel anything
It’s got me questioning
Cause on this medicine
I can’t feel anything
It’s got me questioning
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9. |
Rust
03:13
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When you’re on I am off
I keep singing to myself
Clean the room, take a walk
I keep singing to myself
Hang a memory on your bedroom wall
Everything’s innocent til it’s not
I keep singing to myself
It’s not that I don’t love you
I’ve just forgotten how to
Mark me on your headstone
Only if you want to
If something isn’t stable
I’m willing and able
To be strong enough for two
Whatever works, I guess
What’s your name, I forgot
I should listen to myself
I’ll come in, if you want
I should listen to myself
Former friends and lovers all move on
Im okay if you care, but you don’t
I should listen to myself
It shouldn’t be so hard to
Make decisions simple
Be a good example
For people needing people
It’s not that I don’t love you
I’ve just forgotten how to
At all
At all
It’s not that I don’t love you
I’ve just forgotten how to
It’s not that I don’t love you
I’ve just forgotten how to
It’s not that I don’t love you
I’ve just forgotten how to at all
What’s your name, I forgot
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10. |
Flip Lunar
02:45
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I am on the mend
Bottle up and play pretend
Measure medicine
I can hear it whispering to me
And it says
You don’t need all them
But it’s all
It’s all in my head
Wake up
There’s a world out there
I am on the mend
Still stumbling sentences
Mispronounce your name
Watch Apollo 13 on the plane
Won’t you stay won’t you stay won’t stay
Wake up
There’s a world out there
Wake up
There’s a world out there
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