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Wide Eyed
03:01
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Always been bad at leaving the corners that I've come to know
Always been bad at leaving
But now I've got somewhere to go
You're more than home to me
My wide eyed baby
Found my way back to feeling, and drowning in that kind of gold
That leaves me cracked and reeling
Wondering how I could've known
You're more than home to me
My wide eyed baby
It's all I'd ever need
That look that swallows me
Back to the nights I stay up, wondering where it all could go
Dust off the boots and make up
Grow into someone I know
You're more than home to me
My wide eyed baby
It's all I'd ever need
That look that swallows me
Wide eyed, cold, and free.
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End is Nigh Blues
03:58
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Channel 12 was saying the forecast today will be a heavy rain of frogs from the sky
Better pick up your umbrella and try not to step on a croaker when you’re walking on by
And as the television light filled my eyes, I had the sudden urge to look outside
I saw an old bearded man with with a soup stain on his tie, and a sign that read "The End is Nigh”
All these god damn locusts are flying around, so keep your head down when you’re walking to school
And keep that mouth a’shut cuz ya don’t want to choke on a bug during your morning commute
To your job at the Coco Cafe, where it’s hard to keep the Saxons at bay
And still it seems those tips ain’t coming your way
I think the end is coming soon, any day.
Got the End is Nigh Blues
How our impending doom has become such a perpetual chore
And when the reckoning comes oh the last thing I want to be feeling is lonely and bored
So’s long as you don’t mind, think I could come and take a seat by your side?
And as the fires spread and the oceans arise, we could build a little home you and I
and weather the tide
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Forgot
01:46
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forgot what this felt like
scared shitless in the fog
afraid that forgotten I'd wander off again
would you follow after if I should run away?
'cause I would still want you, just out of words to say
forgot what this felt like
wanting something bad
I wonder in quiet, will you feel this again?
I hope that you'd follow the pebbles sent your way
'cause I often linger, but I can never stay
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4. |
Another
04:43
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All the poems that you have made
I’ll etch them on my lonely grave
And I’ll scratch them on my coffin lid
Till my fingertips are but bloodied sticks
Saw you watch my young heart turn old
When you covered me up when I felt so cold so cold so cold
And I saw you try to save me from this
And I threw it all down the drain, lord I needed my fix
Oh I’m in love with you, I see all the things you do
But my heart is faithful to another
I hope this blue minivan swerves in order to miss
An oblivious child in the street, and I taste its steel kiss
And that in the intensive care they’ll give me some good old fentanyl
And I hope that your face through the haze is the last thing I see when my heart becomes still
Oh I’m in love with you, I see all the things you do
But my heart is faithful to another
And I wish it weren't that way
But my first love's here to stay
And I will die if I stray
If I stray from another
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Easily
04:06
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What was all that?
We left it at that:
an aching feeling
could be misleading
You said it's ok
You felt it some days
that aching feeling
could be relieving
How did you get so close to me,
knowing that that's how it would be?
How did you leave so easily?
I called you Sunday
to see what you'd say
Still aching feelings
hearing you leaving
How did you get so close to me,
when I knew that's how it would be?
How did you leave so easily?
--
How did you get so close to me,
knowing that that's how it would be?
When I knew that's how it would be,
why did you leave so easily?
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6. |
Last Sunday
03:19
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Last Sunday, I'm blue
Thinking about you, thinking about you
All tired, but true
Stuck thinking about you, thinking about you.
Head spinning with this
These days that I'll linger wrapped around your finger.
Those words that I missed
Sounding somehow bigger wrapped around your finger
Start stumbling in lust
Looking around you, looking around you.
All fires and dust
Stuck thinking about you, thinking about you.
Stupid I'm in love with you
I'm glad it took so long
Stupid I'm not next to you
Did you know all along?
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7. |
Sirens
04:08
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My stubble stabs a paper mask as I make my way home,
They measured me in Curies, touched my eyeballs through my nose
In a state of isolation, marching towards it’s yawning brink
I am followed by a single thought
Dear god I want a drink
I’ve seen kith and kin succumb to wand’ring through the fog
The whimsy of confusion, tar to slow the turning cogs
In perfect silence, I can hear a whisper of that plea
That called those sailors to the bustling void that is the sea
And in perfect silence, still my deafening worries crash and clink
I am driving home and all I know’s
Dear god I want a drink
Maybe not an addict yet
but on the borderline
There’s a bottle in the corner of my eyes
I hear a kind voice call me from a cold place in my room
Throughout the day the kind one sings above me as it looms
There some empty cans, a sponge to clean some vomit from the sink
Still I hear the voice that calls me for to have another drink
And nothing feels like anything while walking down the street
My skin has turned to steam that’s drifting aimless in the heat
If I doze off on the train I’ll wake up twenty years too late
To a town that I don’t know and folks to whom I can’t relate
And the first thing in the morning after waking I will think
Why is everything so different now dear god I want a drink
I can still say not tonight
But haven't found much will to try
don’t have to be dignified at this hour of the night
And faced with these anxieties, a siren's song replies
Bottle singing from the corner of my eye
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Honeycomb
03:45
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Love in a box for
A help wanted ad in the post
I bought billboard space
To show my nudes but hid my face
Lonesome is customer
Give the boy his fix
That he can get through the cold cold night
It feels alright
Paint the dew on the leaves
Before he wakes up
And if it freezes while he sleeps
He'll see them sparkling
Happy is the commodity
To a self employed entrepreneur
working from home
A cold and lonely home
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9. |
Read You
02:23
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can't read you at all
thought I'd find a way to get through to you
stuck climbing your walls
thinking I could find my way through to you
a mama's boy, but I'm too kind for this
the cigarettes I didn't wanna miss
your lips too much like mine for me to kiss
but you still find your way on nights like this
can't read you at all
too fucked up to call
stuck climbing you walls
too stubborn to fall
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10. |
Stumble On Our Way
04:16
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