1. |
If I Don't Tell You
03:13
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How can I support you
Can't even support my vocals right
Drowning in nostalgia
Had to turn down the monitor light
Pulling all my bands that didn't work
Up on YouTube tonight
I want you to see
Here's the album I worked three years on
And showed to no one
We all had long hair and confidence
Now it looks so dumb
Worked all summer long to afford tour gas
And not grow up
It's hard to believe
That that guy was me
There's so much to prove
But it feels so ill-advised to tell the truth
You'll see for yourself
If I don't tell you
This photo albums makes me feel
Like there was a golden age
But eye witness accounts suggests
I was simply born this way
Prone to depression
And too eager to dissociate
What do you think
There's so much to prove
But it feels so ill-advised to tell the truth
You'll see for yourself
If I don't tell you
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2. |
Intentions Are Void
02:34
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Fucker...
Mistaken or incredibly late
To mean anything
But more heartache
Timing is everything
Intentions are void
Attention gravitates to the noise
It's real life knocking
It's the neighbors shit talking
The fact that when I gave up
We had nothing left in common
We are one sided
I'm siding with you
I know I fucked up
What more can I do
I know I fucked up
What more can I do
Oooooo, oh oh oh oh
The writing's on the walls
Oooooo, oh oh oh oh
It's got me by the balls
Some people kill people
Still I am the worst
Nobodies been so wrong
In all of historic earth
Don't hug me it's not worth it
All of this love I don't deserve it
I know I fucked up
Who didn't tell you
It's a world sized coffin
The hole we're dropped in
It smells like apples
But the core is rotten
The sheets are thrown off
The fantasy's through
I keep getting up
What more can I do
Keep getting up
What more can I do
Oooooo, oh oh oh oh
The writing's on the walls
Oooooo, oh oh oh oh
It's got me by the balls
We had to risk it all
I know I fucked up
It's worth workin through
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
How bout you
How bout you
Just keep getting up
What more can we do
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3. |
YELLOW
03:24
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Gimme that run around
I'ma sleep on the couch
Baby girl hold my breath
We'll need both hands to pull us out
This pit of despair
I wore my cute underwear
You won't see em though
It's a good practice to be prepared
Sadness is a bee on my sleeve
Don't swat at it please play nicely
Or I'ma die defending myself
Let em can pluck gray hairs out of someone else
Oh no you didn't
Hate to admit it
But you make me like me
Sometimes
You gimme fever
But don't let me feel sick
That never happens
Say three more words I'm almost convinced
Everything is yellow flowers
Vinyl records
Ever hour
You don't have to scale the tower
Just pull my hair
Save me baby
I'm trouble
Oh no you didn't
Hate to admit it
But you make me like me
Sometimes
Who are we kidding
Have to admit it
You make me smiley
Sometimes
It feels stupid when I laugh
With no option of holding back
Something feels natural at last
I've have to admit
Ah, ah, ah
Have to admit it
Ah, ah, ah, oh
Have to admit it
Oh, oh, oh
Have to admit
Oh, oh, oh
You make me smiley sometimes
Give me that run around
Like I'ma sleep on the couch
Baby girl hold my breath
We'll need both hands to pull us out
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4. |
A Very Distant Place
03:45
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Walked outside and took a drag
Smell of sex still on my hand
Another failed one night stand
My heart gets in the way
Baby I don't need your body
Just to feel somebody wants me
God I need a better hobby
A better game to play
I wish it didn't take
Someone else to make
Me want to be better
But it does and I do
It does and I do
It does and I do
It's okay
Today was the worst I've seen
A misuse of my clarity
So sober I thought everything
We'd talked about was fake
Waking in the early morning
A solid week of cheap performing
This phobia of being boring
Is something I can't shake
I wish it didn't take
A very distant place
To bring it all together
But it does and it did
It does and it did
It does and it did
It's okay
There's a stirring in a soul
That doesn't wait to be told
It catches us just like a cold
Too soon or too late
Love came like an atom bomb
The director yelled action
The actors tried to get it wrong
But walked into their fate
I wish it didn't take
A million mistakes
To want to remember
But it does and I do
It does and I do
It does yeah I do
It's okay
It does and I do
It does and I do
It's okay
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Leche Malo Brooklyn, New York
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