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Red Red Red
03:16
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Red wine and percocets
Under the red lights and threat of debt
You were looking for hellos
But you only got high
You’re just looking for a drink but the well’s run dry
Red hair and an emerald heart
Black leather boots spread wide apart
Faded black jeans with a rip in the seam
She got the ring from her dad when she turned eighteen
Mangy mutt just scrounging for scraps
In piano bar back alleys under pale moonlight
Aging like rosé that’s been left in the sun
Yeah they like to be tied up until they come undone
Faces rush past like a zoetrope and I’m teetering drunk on this old tight rope
Memories cobbled together like an old time street
If you can’t take the kitchen then get out of the heat
Play to never lose and you still got beat
So you sleep the liquor off in the driver’s seat
You got the keys in your pocket so you don’t get caught
Yeah you tried to catch a train but you lost the thought
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Drinking Season
02:15
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No one really likes you since you got sober
You tried to show up early but the party’s over
Everybody liked you when you were shitfaced
Now your mind is clear and you’re still in last place
Hey who are ya kidding? You’re not even in the race
Hey who are ya kidding? You’re just tryna save some face
I wake up every morning angry in my bones
I don’t know who to blame which name to curse which stone to throw
I shake my fist in anger grit my teeth and bleed
As I scream into the void
Hell who am I kidding? I’m not even in the race
Hell who am I kidding? I’m just tryna save some face
But everyone I know’s got different problems
And we’re just trying the same old ways to solve ‘em
The blame’s been put on us without a reason
Now we’re all stuck in this damn depressive season
Every day is winter here
Yeah every day is winter here I’m lost at sea and full of fear
Please don’t leave my darling dear I just need one more drink to make it to spring
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Scars
03:03
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I’ve still got marks from you I’ve still got all my scars from you
They’re carved with care into my skin recalling nights of wine and gin
Must’ve died a million times looking into each other’s eyes
The moonlight burned we tossed and turned when morning came you looked concerned // When morning came we both adjourned
I don’t ever wanna leave here
I don’t ever wanna go
I don’t ever wanna know what lies beyond your front door
And when the morning comes you’ll lock me in a hole or ditch me on the road
And when the evening falls you’ll leave me all alone out bleeding in the snow
You’ll leave me to die // You’re gonna leave me to die
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Drop The Knife
02:15
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I’m in debt I’m in doubt that I could ever do without
All the loneliness we shared that night we crashed into your couch
Sycophant sick of him sick of always breathing in
All that smoke we choked down every night to fall asleep again
Out of phase act your age kill the king and set the stage
Back the queen into a corner send the knight into a rage
Broken glass let it pass speed it up but not too fast
Drag the knife across your skin make sure it hurts make sure it lasts
My mind is blank and my heart is full
It’s cut up in pieces and laid out on the table
Let’s all dissect our tainted souls
We only do it for the sense of control
Not in life not in death drop the knife and save your breath
Cut the lines and cut the lights and cue the night you can’t forget
Was it right? Was it wrong? Was it stupid all along?
Was it worth the pain and heartbreak? Was it worth this fucking song?
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Drafty
02:28
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The window is cracked as the wind rushes in
And I wonder when I’ll see you again
It’s been far too long since you laid your head here
And I wonder when I’ll see you again
I hope it’s not long ‘cuz I’d like to hunker down
For the winter
We watched your house burn down
On the five o'clock news in a bar downtown
We drank and we cried and I stared and I swore
I wouldn’t let no one in your bed no more
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Funeral Tie
03:04
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We never worked as lovers but we were way too good as friends
The story was long over before it began
Did you mean it when you told me or was it drunk November snow?
Only meant to last a night or so
And I’ve still got that tie you bought me from the store that sells used clothes
I only ever wear it to funerals
It was silence on the train ride it was right and it was wrong
Never crossing lines that I’d been blurring all along
So close that I could taste it snapped my fingers you were gone
These patterns of self-sabotage stringing me along
Protecting something sacred just for protection’s sake
But if I can’t take the burden then I sure can’t take the blame
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K.C.U.F. Boston, Massachusetts
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