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Skyline
03:07
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I like looking at the skyline ‘cause the sea of lights reminds me of the rosy aspirations I’d daydream back home. The expectations I built up, the images I’d picture of a life improved in every way.
I’d be cool as shit with all my art school friends
after we’d cuffed our jeans and talked about Bushwick
while spending too much money,
we met at a party.
It’s too cold to walk to Manhattan, tough luck.
All I wanna do is rip a sick-ass gig again.
So you got everything you thought you wanted but you still feel like a hull
of the kid who dreamed of city livin’ and hoped everybody’d think you’re cool.
I’m running out of things to say.
Feels like I haven’t slept in days, because I haven’t slept in days.
Fresh towels and applesauce.
If you’re good we’ll let you play god
and never have to work a day.
Every week’s idyllic, can’t complain!
I’m sorry if I missed your call, I swear it’s nothing personal, I think I just got in over my head, maybe. I’m sorry if I missed your call, I swear it’s nothing personal, I think I just got in over my head.
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2. |
No Future
02:36
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My impression of the city is that it’s growing up with me, it can trap the weak like flies. Getting reckless with the traffic, losing faith in my abilities, kinda afraid I’m gonna die.
We all have the same affliction sparked by lack of recognition, in a snowglobe we’re just dots. When relative anonymity stops feeling liberating, I can’t be something I’m not.
No, nothing’s wrong, I’ll be out back writing my songs.
You’ve said your piece, with a knife between your teeth.
DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA lol
I’m where I wanna be.
Walk in circles.
Ride the J train. Back to normal.
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3. |
Tourist
02:27
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Respectfully
I disagree
Halfheartedly
watch me fall asleep.
And the closet’s just extra space. There’s a lamp on the nightstand that makes it feel ancient. Only been gone for 30 days, but I feel like a tourist in a place that I shouldn’t.
And it’s too early to tell,
like a summer camp from hell.
Give me a second, it’s really not that important.
I’m not kidding when I say that I’m a bit exhausted
with myself and the way I keep closing off my options.
Oh, you know, when you fight the hydra another head grows. You know? You start to get impatient.
My old bed frame was on a truck. My room was so empty, Kill the Moonlight on repeat. My queen mattress and I on the floor. Not even midway through high school, my room spare, in transition.
If it’s a home away from home, then why do I still feel alone?
Given perspective, I think it’s pretty subjective.
I’m not kidding when I say that I’m a bit exhausted
with myself and the way I keep closing off my options.
Oh, you know, when you fight the hydra another head grows. You know? You start to get impatient.
I’m gonna need a new notebook soon.
I filled my old one with kind words for you.
Blacked out pages and empty rooms...
see you soon.
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4. |
Stars
01:35
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I need help I can’t afford.
Incomplete dorm room decor.
The time between when we speak and we don’t gets narrower by the day, which bums me out, but that’s okay.
It’s 1 AM, I won’t be sleeping. This time tomorrow, I’ll wake up sweating.
And we’ll look up at the stars. Patently, no future in that car.
And we’ll glance over and scoff.
The real world is a fucking ripoff.
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5. |
Vs. The World
01:49
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The door’s unlocked, just come on over.
It was us against the world, and then us against each other.
I sleep in my own bed. Doesn’t seem to make a difference, does it?
Holy hell, I talk too much,
I’m so sorry, you’re all I’ve got.
I’m not doing so hot.
Eating cheap snacks on my dorm bed, make it stop!
Eating breakfast at 5pm, just an hour ago I hadn’t left my bed.
Is this really all my fault?
Stop getting hung up over alcohol.
Burning bridges burn out bright,
it’s almost like we switched places overnight.
I’m so glad you’re in my life.
Watch me fumble this, sorry to waste your time.
I wanna fall asleep with you, just like we said we would do. I wanna fall asleep with you. (One way or another, I hope we never hate each other. Even as strangers, or even as good friends, I don’t want this to happen again.)
For a minute there, you had me.
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6. |
The New 2AM
02:36
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My motto’s “up and at ‘em”, except when nothing happens.
A lack of motivation, daily, nightly.
She says I’m always tired. Your work is uninspired.
It’s paranoia, better safe than sorry.
Across the river might be hiding in plain sight,
if it was nicer I’d take the long way.
I think we need that voice.
We need to fill the void.
It’s April and it’s still just noise.
Dip into lukewarm water that slowly burns up hotter. Hardly notice til your skin starts melting.
Finding reluctant solace in fatalistic progress
towards something hazy,
“Doc, this isn’t helping.”
It’s here to stay.
They took it’s brain, it’s brain, it’s brain
to keep us safe.
And hide their shame.
Deflect the blame.
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7. |
Knife Song
01:37
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You showed me how to pick myself up off the ground, I’m not there now. You told me that we would be fine, and I believed you when you lied.
Lay on my mattress on the floor, I’m so glad I’m not who I was before.
Thought I was dying when you left. Now I’m healed, you’re back again. Now shit’s all fucked and upside down, I’ll be more careful next time ‘round.
Lay on my mattress on the floor, I’m so glad I’m not who I was before.
I’m not prepared to see you yet, my heart’s still sore, my skin’s still red. and I’m not mad about it, just not gonna embarrass myself again.
I can’t help how hard I fall,
I’ll take your postcards off my wall.
So leave me be and give me space,
been a while since we’ve been on the same page.
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8. |
Bob + Edith
02:53
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We don’t need a plan, pile into the cube or the van.
Is McDonald’s open, or is it closed again?
We’re going someplace we’ve never been.
That night on your porch, at 1 AM
sipping hot chocolate, saying nothing.
When even Friday the 13th makes me sad
and I don’t do nearly enough, I just complain about what I don’t have.
But we got $20 for playing a show in a half empty bar with our vocals too low. Not that that was an issue, we were totally stoked. (Stoked! Stoked! Stoked!) Falling asleep in the car, I don’t wanna go home. Tell me we’ll be alright, I’ll be in on the joke. Ask Bob and Edith.
Meet me at the diner, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind.
Fourth of July,
if we don’t get me home soon I’m gonna die.
Despite the A.M. shortwaves, hollow streetlights,
I know the mayor of Swamptown is on our side.
Saying goodbyes before I leave
and me and everyone I care about scatters east.
I got to thinking, might’ve been a little bit of serendipity
that’s got me sitting in this basement instead of wallowing in self pity.
And we walked in a circle, around the back,
and we talked about life, how it wasn’t so bad.
Predisposed misconceptions that I already had.
Driving straight into traffic, it was all a mistake.
Call me when you get home so I know that you’re safe.
Welcome to Six Flags.
Thought I’d never say this, but I think I miss the suburbs.
I’m so tired of comparing my experience to others
because everybody’s smarter, everybody’s well connected.
Guess I can’t be too surprised the future’s different than expected.
I wanna drive across the country, maybe I’ll outrun the lonely feelings
I’ve been feeling daily with nobody to distract me.
So I’ll hide inside my bedroom, put my head under the covers
(not that I’ll end up well rested), catch me dwelling on another
problem in my control.
An inconvenient reversal.
A stupid thought, a morbid joke,
a behemoth draining my hope.
Remember company is optional when company’s an option.
I’d like to see my friends now but I don’t wanna bother them.
I’m carving out a corner for myself,
not leaving room for anyone else.
Meet me at the diner, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind.
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Weekends are a drag when you can’t help but notice your friends are indisposed, except you, guess I’ll stay in. I’ll gladly buzz off if I’m truly unwanted, but you said no such thing, I, in silence, imagined!
For just a minute can I get some rest?
My nice new journal’s getting all depressed.
I’d rather not walk up four flights of steps on Friday.
Oh my god, I feel like such a mess.
The dull excitement of a dumb conquest.
I’ll take the long way and I’ll think that this is almost fun.
Stupid piece of shit, why’d you think it’d come easy?
You write the same three songs, everybody’s just busy.
They’re going out in groups wearing halloween costumes
and I’ve nothing to do except fold laundry in my room.
For just a minute can I get some rest?
My nice new journal’s getting all depressed.
I’d rather not walk up four flights of steps on Friday.
Oh my god, I feel like such a dick.
Wide awake sorting through the words I picked.
I’ll take the long way and I’ll think that this is almost fun.
Weekends are a drag with nobody to hang with. Weekends are a drag when your friends are exhausted.
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10. |
Yr Voice
02:45
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“It’s not a race.” I forget
that all the time.
I hate the way I stay up late.
I’m so shortsighted.
I feel so hopeless but I’m not. Maybe I should drift off.
You’ll conquer them, one by one, but in the meantime I can’t keep up.
Florida skies, red and pink. Humid air.
It’s kinda nice. Just this once
I liked it there.
Looking out
at the hills
we call mountains.
I came to think
maybe there’s
some beauty in the world, despite everything.
I just want to hear your voice.
I wish I was funnier, I’m trying to regain my self respect. I said this earlier, I need all the help that
I can get. Outside the worriers, I haven’t found a place where I fit in. Seems they’ve discouraged
your attempts at isolation.
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11. |
End All Be All
03:24
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The world’s not ending, you’re just slumped and spiraling.
You never gave dissent a chance.
Afterglow of anxiety,
the utmost propriety,
and you still pull this shit because you can.
Everybody knows it, do we have to spell it out?
The Earth is slowly dying and you’re worried about camera settings.
Everybody’s with it, you’re the only one who’s not.
Relying on a secondary means of validation means that
my brother says ego death slowly.
Take what we can, feels a little less lonely.
Someone still believes in you.
I want to burn up in the sun and become a beacon of what you want me to be.
It's a joke 'til you mean it,
go for broke, hope they see it.
This'll make my problems disappear.
End all, be all. End all, be all.
And I can't tell anymore if I'm doing the things I do because I want to, or because other people want to and I want to be more like them.
I want to save the world, but I can't even get out of bed.
And since it's all the same to you, I guess I'll pack my things instead.
You know I couldn't let you down. You know I couldn't let you down, and yet I did.
I found a job, but it's not enough.
Is it full blown spite, or is it just bad luck?
I miss all my friends, but I'll see them again.
Just wade through the fog.
And I miss my dog.
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