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Ordinary Day
04:31
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You; who's looked through me
who's chasing stars and dives in seas
I know I am never enough
Yet we hold on, and you'll say
"It's okay" even if love is rough
I swallow myself and shrink -
I'm pensive; even if our arms link
My nails dig far into your skin
and our pupils a vortex to the truth
so we're halfway to consolidation
So I say come live in my heart
and pay no rent
Come live in my heart
and pay no rent
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2. |
Melancholic Alcoholic
04:24
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I'm floating above the water
that we're looking at, as our hands grasp
tight like my lungs filled with smoke and ash;
I know it will end, my dearest friend;
But I don't mind, 'cuz right now it's fine
when I pick apart your crooked teeth;
that freckle on your cheek
The sweat on your face
Transferred to mine
I left my common sense in the seat of your car
Don't drive away; Don't go too far
Please don't lose it, stay and wait for me to come
I hope it's a reason to see you this once;
See you this once
Driving through night lights, this doesn't feel quite right
So why haven't I been home in days?
Forgetting my address, my birthday, my last name
I only know you and your stupid games
I left my common sense in the seat of your car
Don't drive away; Don't go too far
Please don't lose it, stay and wait for me to come
I hope it's a reason to see you this once;
See you this once
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My Only Love
03:29
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Tied skin, pinched vein;
Sinking in, no pain;
Thoughts gone, love lost
I'm really breaking my own heart
Blue to red, to brown, to black;
If it feels good why should I take it back?
But should I, when my mother cries?
And my body; sinks, and rots, and dies?
These arms are empty
reserved for you
and you alone, my only love
These arms are empty
reserved for you
and you alone, my only love
Tied skin, pinched vein;
Sinking in, no pain;
Thoughts gone, love lost
I'm really breaking my own heart
Blue to red, to brown, to black;
If it feels good why should I take it back?
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Not Enough
03:32
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I never had
quite enough
and you're still not;
I know it's rough
You really don't
Have my heart
not at all, no;
not one part
I still pretend it's healthy
You really entertain me
I'm playing games with you 'cuz
you make it so damn easy
I'm cold, hard, tired, and self-assured... (X4)
And now I'm bored (X4)
I'm cold, hard, tired, and self-assured
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Dream-punk from the DC metro area. 90s kids being loud and fuzzy.
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