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Precious Little Life
02:33
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My body's a motel, all I sell is vacancy
I need to be empty to have agency
Provide you the space and give you some room
A vessel to hold and for you to consume
Praying for answers, waiting patiently
Chewing scripture, swallow faithlessly
I regret to inform you, but God's not a man
And when they forget, then what is your plan?
My body's a motel, all I sell is vacancy
I wish I could pretend that I do not remember
The names of everyone who's loved me
Bark from the oak, a tree uprooted from its home
Teaches its language to strays
They howl to the stars convinced the night
Can hear them
& I never have the guts to wonder
What it answers
On the subway, I lean too close to strangers
& then ask them for permission to sit
A few houses down a boy buries his palms
Into his pockets & brands this neighborhood with a 9 mm pistol
There is no proper way to describe the absence
Left by the leaving
I have met my best friend many times over
I have met my brother many times over
My body's a motel, all I sell is vacancy
What purpose do I have when I am full?
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Brooklyn Bridge
03:57
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I finally tore down the ceiling in my room
So now I have no excuse for when I avoid you
I think I told you how I'm better with words
The kind that can't be heard; I know you find that absurd
Be let down; you're going to be let down
Don't press your body any closer to me
Pretend that we're old friends
Or you mean something to me
Don't ask how I'm doing cause I'll tell you "the same,"
And hope that you're just as broken as me
Don't ask me to drive you anywhere else
Cause I swear I'll do it
I swear I'll do it
I'll do you the favor
So on the Brooklyn Bridge
I silently wish
That our seat belts gave out
And the radio stopped
And the airbags imploded
And we got swept under the compartment
Of a commercial truck driver
Flying over the divider
We careen of the edge
And we fall to our deaths below
And then I take you home
And I hope you're safe
And I tell you how
I tore my ceiling down
And I'm using my words
To say "I miss you"
Be let down; you're going to be let down
Don't press your body any closer to me
Pretend that we're old friends
Or you mean something to me
Don't ask how I'm doing cause I'll tell you "the same,"
And hope that you're just as broken as me
Don't ask me to drive you anywhere else
Cause I swear I'll do it
I swear I'll do it
I'll do you the favor
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You let me keep your bracelet after it fell apart in my room
And I spent the last few weeks trying to give it back to you
But I imagine you're busy writing out lyrical goodbyes
Something like you'll still think of me from "time to time"
Do you smile? Can you tell me?
Do you still feel like we're still friends?
Well we're not and you can tell
I'm a glutton for punishment
Are we supposed to be at the edge of our seats?
You said not now, I asked when
And then you said not me
Do you smile? Can you tell me?
Do you still feel like we're still friends?
Well we're not and you can tell
I'm a glutton for punishment
Are we supposed to be at the edge of our seats?
You said not now, I asked when
And then you said not me
You let me keep your bracelet after it fell apart in my room
And I spent the last few weeks thinking of what that says about you
But I haven't found all the pieces, and I've been looking still
So maybe it says more about me
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Superstitious
01:23
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Last time I saw you, I didn't mean to
Give a half smile before I ran away to
Avoid the convo where we've been drinking
And I pretend that I'm not superstitious
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means that you've been thinking
A bit about me, what's your intention?
All these bad dreams make me apprehensive
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I Had A Bad Dream
02:52
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I wish I had more hands to hold you with
Because two just isn't enough
You wanna cry but say you're fine
And I don't have the guts to pursue
So you dim all the lights
So I wont see you tearing up
And I lay awake at night
Wondering what else I could do
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I wish I had more ways to show you how
I'm sorry I didn't speak up
Cause every once in a while
You still say it's not my fault
And that you're fine, no longer cry
And now you're pretty tough
I haven't changed; I never say
How I wish you would hold me
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I had a bad dream and you were in it
I assume that means you've been thinking
I had a bad dream and you were in it
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I take your picture, I toss it in the fire
I don't want the reminder
The only thing I think of is you
So sick of feeling this blue
I take you picture, I watch the flame go higher
I use my little lighter
Apparently memories burn like wood
Can't help thinking they should
You take my hand and I feel like I wake up
Suddenly we've both have made up
There's no meaning to distance
We close it this instance
And I feel like I never burned you
Write down all off my problems
Hope that means that I have solved them
But if we're being honest
I still rummage through your ashes
Write down all off my problems
Hope that means that I have solved them
But if we're being honest
I still rummage through your ashes
You take my hand and I feel like I wake up
(Maybe the colors should have changed)
Suddenly we've both have made up
(Maybe I was looking for a sign)
There's no meaning to distance, we close it this instance
(Apparently memories burn just like paper and wood)
And I feel like I never burned you
You take my hand and I feel like I wake up
(Maybe the colors should have changed)
Suddenly we've both have made up
(Maybe I was looking for a sign)
There's no meaning to distance, we close it this instance
(Apparently memories burn just like paper and wood)
And I feel like I never burned you
You take my hand and I feel like I wake up
(Maybe the colors should have changed)
Suddenly we've both have made up
(Maybe I was looking for a sign)
There's no meaning to distance, we close it this instance
(Apparently memories burn just like paper and wood)
And I feel like I never burned you
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On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly
You got a thimble on your nimble finger
Cocked like a pistol you're a gunslinger
Pressing needles into ink; I whimper
You pull the trigger while I'm unprepared
I stoke the fire with a little tinder
And let it burn till it's out of control
I kick the dust over whatever lingers
What's left behind is just smoldering coal
On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly
You take my picture behind the counter
Consider that the moment I fit in
But suddenly they all went missing
Every drawing was sitting in the bin
No one dares to ask me how I'm doing
I had enough so I ran away
That was the summer I tried to give up smoking
But I'm reminded that we die either way
I cant explain how much I feel everything's changed
I spent my summer with my hands underwater
I didn't realize I was being pulled under
A couple years can really make you suffer
Now I envy when I was younger
On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly
On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly
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8. |
Honey Lips
03:26
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I want to talk about the honey on your lips
Even though I might have imagined it
My heart's been tied up with a microphone
Can't tell apart all the lovers I've known
You remind that I have no credentials
That say I'm able to talk about your drinks
I have to apologize, I confuse your words for mine
When I'm all alone
You called me stupid when I told you to be careful
You're holding a glass - full of tea
You said it won't break, how silly of me
Yeah, how silly of me
"God it felt so good to be wanted"
You tried to teach me to let go
But writing down dramatic shit
Was always how I coped
And now you know how I've written you down
Yeah, you're still drinking tea from a wine glass
I guess I'm just not smart enough to understand
But I'm still singing songs that someday you might find
I was full of spit and vin-, and now I've let go of spite
And I'm sure you did have honey on your lips
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9. |
Little Needle, Olive Pit
02:00
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Not good with good byes
I'm bad with hellos
Manic when I'm high
Can't stand the lows
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck, I'm pathetic
I let it get to my head when I'm lying in bed
And I'm bad at the things I love
And I love too many things that are bad for me
I'm self medicated
Usually I'm wasted
Unappreciated
It's so frustrating
I need rest, I request anesthetics
Just let it run through my veins, let it fill my brain
Cause I feel too many things at once
And I hate feeling nothing at all
Little needle, olive pit
A hunger that my bones are not used to
Do you believe that pain is something that can exist outside of a body?
You once asked me why I never told you
That you had a bad haircut
& I replied that I did
Everyone did
What else is left behind
When the water starts to rise?
We don't keep record of the things we forget
Even now, I'm scared I've said too much
Little needle, olive pit
I want nothing more than to believe that everyone loves me
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