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Crepuscular
03:47
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Every night I stay up
Later than I should
I like walks under streetlights
In my safe neighborhood
And when I get home
I sit in the dark in my car alone
And listen to the end of the last song on the radio
(If I'm lucky it's Amie, by Pure Prarie League)
I like the sound of the Cicadas
Washing over me
So many fitful nights
Ruined by anxiety
But when I hear them singing
I feel like it's just for me
And I can finally find my peace, get some sleep
I like to pick up the green husks
Of the black walnuts on the ground
I like to listen to the sounds this bat makes
Chasing its food all around
I like the way the rabbits run
Bringing me luck, luck, luck
I'll let the radio play one more song, no need to rush, rush, rush
(If I'm lucky it's oh Black Water, by Doobie Brothers)
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2. |
Honesty
03:38
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You have never had an ounce of tact
That's why your group of friends rotate each year
And they take turns talking behind your back
You pretend that perfect rhyme's a crime
It's an easy target to tear apart
Pretend your fumbling with writing makes it an art
You have never had a real heart ache
You're a mewling child whose just upset
That for one time something didn't go your way
I can see all from my throne
I can judge all on my own
The sad thing is, I know the real you
When you gaze into the mirror
The eyes looking back see nothing true
If you ever find the success you seek
Know you've never earned a single thing
It's all luck and the lies you keep
I sing no simple story in this song
This honesty I'm harboring
Has been eating me alive for so long
I can see all from my throne
I can judge all on my own
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3. |
Multiple Parts
03:51
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I'm not afraid to break your heart
Give it to me, might come back in multiple parts
I'm not afraid to break your heart
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I should have told you
This could happen right from the start
I'm pretty sure I did
But I didn't really emphasise that part
Cause I never expected it to happen
To you
I'm scared and I'm lonely too
But I guess I'm not lonely enough to be with you
Oh shit, I'm an asshole, it's true
I swear to god I try to think the things I say through
But at the end of the day
I'm only use to thinking about my self
And the things I say
Never usually have to make sense to anyone else
-
It'll probably stay that way
I know that people read the words to these songs
I can't really pretend that they don't
I could not have dinner with you today
Because my words are still all wrong
When I open my heart, it is a floodgate
You could not handle me
So until I find a lover than could
I keep it in my chest under lock and key
Oooohhh
ooohhhh
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4. |
Beth
03:51
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I don't - Think I'll
Find the love that I need
Don't think that I'll die happy
But I - Don't mind
I despise "the way it should be"
That growing up instilled in me
I think - I have
Become that man you wanted when
You said that you did not want me
I don't - under-
stand the emphasis
We put on love and happieness
I use - to think
I worshiped the persuit of truth
But truth's divine in the sky, aloof
Now I, worship
Communication, distilation
Of feelings with tactful obfustication
Your eyes - are so
Beautiful, distinct, unique
Beth you know just what I mean
I am - fragile
I'm wilting when I'm not with you
Broken, black, purple, blue
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5. |
Compliment
05:06
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When people mention most
How nice you always are
They are all tongue-in-cheek
Pointing out you're naive
It's not a compliment
Staying in his back pocket
Isn't looking out for him
You know to beware the words
That he loves to depend on you
That isn't what he meant
I don't want you to be swallowed whole
I don't want you to let me go
And I can try and put myself in your shoes
But we all know I could lose you
Life will not always be
As tolerable as it has been
But you must stay heart-strong
Don't dwell on the past this long
Please just lean on me
Platitudes work sometimes
When there's a wound so deep
The truth that we all know
Can't heal the scars we keep
That's not how it should be
I don't want you to be swallowed whole
I don't want you to let me go
And I can try and put myself in your shoes
But we all know I could lose you
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6. |
Work of Fiction
03:06
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I've worked my fingers to the bone
And my feet are about to fall off
If I walk anymore, they'll break off at the sockets
And I wish that I had a raise
Or something to show for for wasting my days
At this place, or at least a little more than those who can't handle one little thing
And I'm burnt out in one week
And I can't handle responsibility
At least not as much as they thrust on me, or maybe I just don't want to
So I've perfected the look of pathetic
Please don't tell my manager I said it
But I'm prepared to cry and damnit I will if I have too
Lord
Please
Strike me dead so I can get some sleep
Another thousand years or so would be peachy keen
Lord
Please
I don't want to do this every day for the rest of my life
At first I thought over-time sounded cool
But hotdamn did I become the fool
Who realized there's no price you can put on the part of your soul it kills
Coming home, eating and passing out
Surly isn't all my interal life should be about
If I'm lucky I get to masturbate before it hits me
And I have to shower every day
To combat the sweat and funk and decay
But it's not that easy as it sounds when I barely have the engery to remove my shoes
And I'd sell my soul to the devil
To get out of this hellhole
If I knew this isn't where he'd put me back forever when I die
Lord
Please
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7. |
Late Night Depression
04:42
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Ever since my first search engine
I knew my mother spoke no deep truths
So when she said I have a love, somewhere
And they're searching for me too
The authority she drew upon
Was stretched as thin as you
I'm haunted by my dreams of every kind
When I'm awake, they're stumbling blocks
When I'm asleep, death is rarely ever far
But it's never something I have fought
When you appear to me, arms outstretched
More so than any others, I awake distraught
If I ever ran out of words
All it would take
Is for me just to think about your face
And I'd be whole again
Some people have no imagination
And go through life weaving intricate plots
Made of pieces they pull from greater writers
Building on the sinking sand of others thoughts
If we couldn't live like verses waxed poetic
Me and you, we would probably just rot
My eyes are heavier than the pressure of spring
Love and pollen in the air
When my swollen face hits the coolest pillow
I sink into a world beyond despair
Despite my deepest darkest wishes to forget you
I trace the curves of your face, though nothings there
If I ever ran out of words
All it would take
Is for me just to think about your face
And I'd be whole again
That night I didn't want to go to sleep
It knew it would make the day final, fluid, real.
I hoped that maybe if I let it bleed into the next day,
it wouldn't have the same weight.
If it wasn't punctuated by a full night's sleep
it might not be the same stain on the unwritten journal
that it felt like in that moment.
But when my eyes drooped and my fingers tugged the lights out,
I knew it would be a day I remembered for the rest of my life.
If I ever ran out of words
All it would take
Is for me just to think about your face
And I'd be whole again
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8. |
The Atheist
04:44
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No one you've ever loved
Would try to save your soul from the dark eternal fire
So you make it out like salvation
Would never be something you desire
And God on his throne sees all
He judges you a terrible liar
And everyone on heaven and earth knows
All liars surly die alone
You think, everybody loves you think, everybody loves you think
It's sad for you to think
You make a mighty noise for attention
A petulant child in need of affection
You've been deprived, you've been depraved for so long
No one blames your blind eye to truth
The time came when the beggar died,
Angels carried him to Abraham's side
You asked for a drop to cool your tongue,
But Lazarus would not come
You think, everybody loves you think, everybody loves you think
It's sad for you to think
Heed my warning, listen to the words I say
Lazarus will not come, there is a chasm in the way
You think, everybody loves you think, everybody loves you think
It's sad for you to think
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