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URGES
02:32
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Suicidally I think how everything
Means so much to me
Every penny I throw in the pond I see
It sets you free
The simple urge to lurch through days
Not knowing where I'm going
Not knowing when the hammer will come down
Living in the past I'm looking back to see
Why you hate me
Wandering the alley makes me think of you
And now I hate you
I light the fuse and use my head
I remember where I'm going
I remember how that pretty hammer sounds
We're listening to our urges now
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JACKET
02:42
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I slowly climb into your jacket
It's warm in here and my eyes open wide
In the pocket I feel some ketchup packets
Some pocket change on the other side
Jacket off
Jacket on
I slowly climb into your jacket
It's warm in here and it's cold outside
I tried to understand but I didn't
So my cold cold bliss I wear with pride
It's taken years for me to get in here
Without a single ounce of kindness from you
It's kinda queer all the people that live in here
I can finally see were telling me the truth about your jacket
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3. |
MORE LESSONS
03:38
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Whatever sweet has now gone sour
Whatever whole is now in parts
I'm trying to stay up in the saddle
But I get passed by moving cars
I wanted more but I got lessons
I wanted short but I got far
Walking moves too slowly
But running always makes me tired
I've made emotional decisions
I've learned to quit before I go too far
I wish I had been more decisive
But I can't think too hard about what's gone
So I crawl for the benefit of all
Towards nothing any better
Nothing more complete
And I writhe in front of carnivorous eyes
For something that I can't see
And so easily the spiral unwinds
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BAD GIRL
02:26
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I used to be bad
I know I still am
I am my own shadow, dark lonely and sad
I wait for the rain from my clouded brain
To wash all of me away
But the darkness just sticks and my shadow stays
And we walk around day after day
The moon just ignores me, she thinks that I'm boring
And the sun won't stay in the same place
So my shadow keeps moving and with it I'm losing
Track of myself in space
So the pages turn and the calendar burns and in the mirror
I just see the same face
It's a circle I've learned and I hope that the worms
Will put me back in my place
I used to be bad
I know I still am
It does make me nervous
But I do what I can
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The taste of rugged lips
Stained with chips and onion dip
Bacon strips and you try to grip my hips
But I stumble and then I fall
I couldn't see at all
My eyes were open wide
Laughing but they hide behind
The wizened lies of my bloodshot mind and I whine
Why do the trees get so tall?
Why do they let their leaves fall?
I'm talking backwards to the wall
No apologies at all
I know what I would ask you
I know what you would say
I turn and run too quick
I'm trying to hit another lick
But it is you I have picked to stick with
And I know we will both hit this wall
And I know you won't blame me at all
I'm talking backwards to the wall
No apologies at all
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6. |
PARENTS
01:52
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BODIES OF WATER
02:00
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I see your face in bodies of water
I'm reaching the point I can remember your voice
I see your face in bodies of water
I did the damage and you made the choice
In all of my dreams you stand by the river
I say what I want but you don't turn around
You're in the garden, drinking hose water
Picking spring flowers, I die in my sleep
I see your face in bodies of water
I'm writhing and screaming and you will rejoice
I see your face in bodies of water
This life's gonna kill me if I don't make some noise tonight
You're gone and I hate that you like it
Dee dee dee dee
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PROPANE
03:05
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And the words cascade
They pool around my head for a second
And drip on to the page
I think I'm dead but I'm just stressing
My heart is a liar so my tongue is in my brain
My heart is on fire and my stove is propane
Feverish loneliness
Dreams of isolation
Escaping to a place alone
Without the people I call home
I'm lost in a haze
I can't help but fuck up I'm stuck
It's too late I'll fade away
Not even my brain has one honest thing to say
My heart is a liar and my tongue is in my brain
My heart is on fire and my stove is propane
Infinite confusion
Civilized illusions
So we fight I hope you relate
You bring the matches and I have the propane
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AZALEA
02:39
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I'll die in my loneliness
Quietly sweating and motionless
I'll finally get to total bliss
Swallowing flowers that bloom in the sun
Azalea killed me and now I am done
And now I have tasted
Another neutered angel
Another blissful void of desire
I see you live among
The carnival of faces smug
Circling and hoping to inspire Azalea to set herself on fire
Her magical feelings are everything
She's about to make such an awful scene
It's loud and it's cheap and it lacks meaning
Her emptiness was all she ever was
The carnival jeers and tosses mud
So quickly she did run
So quickly she did become
Another useless object no more of desire
You want her to be fun
Laughing in the sun
She is not something you could acquire
So Azalea did set herself on fire
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BAGS
03:13
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Do you feel blue
When you do what I want you to
Do you feel sad
To be stuffing yourself in a bag
Azalea too
Is wailing and failing us
And it's too bad
I was hoping she wouldn't be mad
I'm sick of you
Puffing and huffing glue
If that was true
I wouldn't be holding the bag
I wanna meet you somewhere different next time
I love you and wanna be you but I cannot hold the line
Now that you know
I hope I'm annoying you
I'm feeling used
I'll start avoiding you
Why try to hide
Our home is a homicide
I guess that's why
I have no decent alibi
Black garbage bags
Are hidden just out of sight
Filled with black flags
That we used to point towards the light
I wanna meet you somewhere different next time
I love you and wanna be you and I cannot hold the line
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