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Walking Is Still Walking
02:49
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I watched the world play out from a bar
Counted second hand ticks and first dates gone wrong
One day you’ll look back and you will see
One day you’ll look back and you will leave
I’ve watched this scene play out before
Broken promises and bottles she heads for the door
One day she’ll look back and she will see
One day she’ll look back and she will leave
American boys and American girls
Where have we been and where are we going?
We watched the world burn from four inch screens
Counted likes as success and gave up on our dreams
One day we’ll look back and we will see
Shattered reflections in TV screens
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2. |
White People Are Lazy
01:54
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And it’s always just one drink to numb the pain and just one hit to calm your brain
Just so you can sleep tonight
You can’t find a way to make the day seem better, never really feel that good inside, so you just keep driving yourself insane
You’re overworked and underpaid, don’t know how you’ll survive today
Got mouths to feed, and bills to pay
It’s no wonder you’ve got a foot in the grave
And it’s always just a couple bucks that you gotta borrow, promise your friend you’ll get him back tomorrow, even though you both know that’s a lie
You can’t see a thing cause all the bulbs are burnt out, so you sit in the dark, just by yourself, with no one else but you to blame
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3. |
Cigarettes
02:03
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She clutches her coffee unsweetened and black
As she smokes the last cigarette left in the pack
The castle inside has been under attack
Since she told her last hookup to never call back
They smoked and they joked, got drunk and they fucked
He probably couldn’t believe his good luck
Fell for her eyes and her silver-tipped tongue
He wanted her more but she was already done
Light me up and blow me out
I don’t really care as long as you put out
The words that he hurled as she showed him the door:
“We could’ve had something, but you’re just a whore!”
She couldn’t have been clearer that she didn’t want more
But I guess that’s just the part that he chose to ignore
Like the last cigarette at the end of the day
Sometime we use people and throw them away
We know that it sucks and don’t know what to do
When those people come back and they try to burn you.
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4. |
Scream Myself to Sleep
03:04
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I took you for granted, you left me for dead
The shame in my mind fills the holes in my head
And as I descend to meet my demise
I realise this really was not a surprise
Well I’m stuck here in limbo, I’m searching for God
But I must be the one soul that he forgot
Alone in this crowd I’ve never felt so weak
It’s all I can do to scream myself to sleep
It’s stained in crimson all over your face
That I am becoming your favorite mistake
I’m clinging to life as we tear through the sheets
Tattooed and black and blue to hide the scars underneath
I’m safe in your shadow but scared of the light
These eighty proof bullets are my last goodbye
Please don’t abandon me out in the cold
It’s stinging my lungs and my bones and my soul
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5. |
Apartment 20
03:28
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Just a little bit longer ‘til dawn, just a little bit harder to breathe
Just a little bit more time alone, just a little bit less time to sleep
Please don’t ask me where my head’s at
‘Cus I don’t even know who I am
Fall asleep to memories, wake up to uncertainties
Suffocating silently, break down where no one can see
Analyzing every move, dissecting every thought
Digging deeper for the truth, getting lost inside my thoughts
The wind’s been knocked right out of me, my lungs are collapsed
This smoke is slowly choking me I don’t think I’ll last
I tried to drown my sorrows but they keep coming up
I guess that faking happiness just wasn’t enough
Nervous waiting at the gate
It’s too little and much too late
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6. |
Suburban Daydrunk
01:53
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Wake up, I come to my senses
Look around, at these white picket fences
Have I been living here for too long?
Day dreams, of white pills and bottles
Nightmares, of a truth to hard to swallow
Will it be like this my whole life?
Take me away from the cul de sacs and xanax
These white washed streets give me panic attacks
These Stepford Wives and closed minds
Make for wasted lives, and wasted time
Move out, I can’t afford a future
Hands tied, wish I could just die sooner
And it’s been like this my whole life
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7. |
Clearing the Clouds
03:14
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When are you coming home to finally face the music?
Is it true that these four walls are making you sick?
If you trust me, I’ll try to not abuse it
But if you don’t return I can’t say I won’t lose it
I know it’s not easy now to see sunlight through the storm clouds
I understand you had to get out when the thunder got too loud
I don’t wanna see you drown ‘cuz I like when you’re around
Doesn’t have to be right now, but I can’t rest easy ‘til you’re safe and sound
I wanna shelter you but I’m so many miles away
And even if I could I don’t think I’d know what to say
I guess I’d tell you how I survived my rainy days
But I’m afraid that if I try you’ll push me away
I hope you know I’m not criticizing you ‘cuz it wasn’t long ago I felt just like you
With your back against the wall
And there’s no one in your life you can cry to, just a million different faces you gotta lie to
You don’t know if it’s worth it all
So please, just hang in there, because the sun will shine for you
I know it don’t seem possible but I swear to God it’s true
You know that I can’t rest easy
You know that I won’t rest easy
Until I know you’re safe and sound
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8. |
Deniable Plausibility
02:38
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How far can I push you away, ‘till you don’t come back at the end of the day?
Can’t you see the scars on my face? They tell a history of self-centered disgrace.
I’m scared to pick up the pen, cause I don’t know what to say.
I’m terrified that I might actually push you away.
Every time I push, you pull, but you always seem to win
I can’t keep shutting you out, so I guess I’ll let you in
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9. |
Everything Is Garbage
01:20
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Everything IS garbage.
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10. |
Left Behind
05:00
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I think it’s time to turn, I think it’s time to turn over the page
This tired hand is sick of writing words of vitriolic rage
Another night, another song, another go at trying to right(write?) my wrongs
These awkward words and simple chords I never figured out where they belong
And it doesn’t feel quite right
The agony and irony of you and me’s a memory I’ve left behind
‘Cus now it’s clear to see that you and me would never be sworn enemies even if I tried
Another verse I won’t rehearse I always make it up as I go along
These awkward words and simple chords I never figured out where they belong
And it doesn’t even rhyme
I used to lie when people asked me how I kept my head so high
But then I realized it’s not that hard when you close your eyes
And I always said that this would last
But darling that is in the past
And I always say you’re on my mind
But darling, you’ve been left behind.
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