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A Familiar Wall
02:13
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So baby what'd you take from me, what did you learn? I guess you didn't learn nothing at all.
What do you mean no? What do I mean no? Get your hands off me, and mine off yours.
You drove me insane, I drove you up and away. Am I really better off all on my own?
Would I be the same as 12 years ago, I really wouldn't be I just like the thought.
You push me down again, but I can't keep getting up.
And you're still holding on, but I've got places to go.
And everyday been the same since you hit me.
And I can't live, I can't save you, but I can save me.
So Baby what'd yah take from me, what did you learn? Guess you didn't learn nothing at all.
What do you mean yes, What do you mean yes? You can't just go and change your mind.
You drove me insane, you drove me up and away. I think i'm better off all on my own.
And would you be the same before we had our love? I know you would be and I Hate that thought.
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2. |
Tinder Sucks
01:27
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Suck me down halfway your throat
Clench the seat in your place
Catch my breathe in the in-betweens
Another day, another face
Pretty boy where you do you live?
Down the street or across the way?
I can't stand not to see your face
Indomitable inexorable
And I wish i could love you the same
But i'm not wired that way
Will you remember me?
Another forgotten memory
My face melts into yours
The door's unlocked you can leave
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3. |
Railyard Kid
02:02
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I wish I was a Rail Yard Kid stealing cigarettes from my old man
I wish I was a Rail Yard Kid doing whatever I can
I wish i was real rich kid never have to pay for what I owe
I wish I was a real rich kid everything would be mine to steal
I wish I was a real ACAB burning down every city hall
I wish I was a real Ahab hunting down that great white whale
It sucks I can't remember a thing
I can't remember their names
All I see is the shower door
Right before I hit the floor
I wish I knew my real name
The one I had before I was born
I wish I knew my real body
Have have you ever been in a band? Like do you know your real song names? You know the ones that like hurt you more? Hey, Have you ever been in a real kid band?
I wish I was a Rail Yard Kid, never have to pay a bill again
I wish I was a Rail Yard Kid, Wish I was Rail Yard Kid
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We woke up with our clothes off, staring at the ceiling.
Your face was so soft and everything just felt right.
I wanted to close my eyes and always be there.
But you knew if I opened them again then you'd be gone.
Still trying to get over that, that you knew you weren't real.
You even kissed me goodbye, still kinda trying to over that.
But god you're so real to me we could've been anything, we could've been everything but I had to wake up.
I could've swallowed my tongue, Could've died that night.
And never left you, I wish I still knew you.
Cause Now I'm here staring at the ceiling.
My ceiling fan ticks and tocks and clicks and cracks around.
And you were perfect, but I never really knew.
One day i'll close my eyes, and you'll be there again.
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Rotten cheese, and stale chips.
All in the house that I can stomach down.
Fill that void in the night.
It's all that i'll have, it's all i'll have.
I'm starving, but I won't eat.
I'm starving, and I won't eat.
I'm starving, and I won't eat.
Chapped lips, and soggy cigarettes.
Another night down to the store.
I miss this time last year.
I'm tumbling down, i'm falling again.
I'm smoking, so I can breathe.
I'm smoking, so I can breathe.
I'm smoking, and I can breathe.
It feels claustrophobic, just to live like this.
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6. |
Not Anybody
03:43
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I'm pretty desperate now, for anything we talk about, and we can talk about. Well anything at all.
But you won't look me in the eyes, well I guess that's fine.
And I find it cute, how you stare at the wall.
And I know I'm just here, to talk about, to talk about.
Well who, tell me who.
Who am I to you, when you're all alone?
Who am I to you when we're on the phone?
Who am I to you when I have no home?
Who?
And i'm scared that you'll leave, cause I'm running out of things to complain about.
And I know I'm Just here to talk about the things that bother you.
And I don't mind as long as I get to talk to you.
Well who, tell me who.
Who am I to you, when you're all alone?
Who am I to you, when we're on the phone?
Who am I to you, when you have no home?
Who?
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You're Annoying
01:40
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Glad to be a number in the great machine.
And my back hurts so I won't say a thing.
Glad to be a number in the great machine.
But I want my teeth back, from every doctor I've been to alone.
I Cracked both my wrists trying to keep from falling down.
There's blood pouring out of my socks, burning water in my eyes.
Ripping off my nails as a pastime, oh what a nice life.
Cause I don't want your facial scars near my plate.
Cause I don't want your scarring words near my face.
Cause I am only here for such a short time.
Cause FUCK YOU MAN!
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Melancholia
01:52
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Glass bottles, and old movies I know you never really gave a shit about.
Vinyl tapes stuck on replay, never know just what they say.
I'm in 1970, while you're still stuck past 93.
Spiderwebs, in my eyes.
Crawling through the dust storms for you.
Melancholia, Melancholia, Melancholia, Melancholia.
Melancholia, Melancholia, Melancholia, Melancholia.
Melancholia, Melancholia, Melancholia, Melancholia.
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Screens (Then Done)
02:21
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What do you know about being alone?
Having your head buried in the dirt?
The moths are eating my hair, I ran out of clothes a long time ago.
Running out to the garage, and you're still singing for yourself.
Maybe make another phone call, and see how long you can drag it out.
Well who needs friends when you've got screens, well who needs friends when you've got me?.
So I walked up to my friends, and I told them I wanted to die.
And they said "Well what the fuck you gotta cry about bitch?"
I said "I-i mean I guess it really isn't shit really"
Just watching your mother die on the carpet floor, and you can't eat plastic.
You can't eat Plastic.
And there's still a mouse in the fucking oven.
Dead flies all over the ground.
Roaches are crawling up my legs.
I've never felt so fucking gross.
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