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1. |
who???
02:06
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we talk for hours all alone
like you said, ābaby, this is better than deathā
he sends a message on the phone
and it says, āhoney you're my biggest break yetā
whoooooooooooooo???
who drew circles in the sand?
whooooooooooooo???
who climbed the tower full of bees?
she kicks her feet up on the dash
then she says, ānobody can live like thatā
i kiss the lips of those i love
and i say, āgod gives life out tit for tatā
whoooooooooooooooo???
who told them about what you planned?
whooooooooooooooo???
who signed the lines on my lifeās lease?
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2. |
it's me
02:25
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weāre reciting these themes
iām tearing out my seams
weāre staring at our screens
iām rehearsing the scene
iām just not in the mood
itās not you, swear itās true
iāll live in solitude
itās me, goddamn, not you
weāre saintsā ideas of sin
iām stepping back again
weāre hanging out our skin
and iām going where iāve been
iām just not in the mood
itās not you, swear itās true
iāll live in solitude
itās me, goddamn, not you
every single song i writeās the same
an ode to love, a joke, so lame.
when i said goodbye then āi donāt knowā
i felt my ending change.
itās living with a fog around my mind
thatās telling me these things arenāt right
i love you forever and i swear itās true,
so how can i not feel it too?
iām just not in the mood
itās not you, swear itās true
iāll live in solitude
itās me, goddamn, not you
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3. |
all yr holy life
02:29
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all your holy life
youāre waiting to get by
passing on the right
youāre waiting to get by
oh you donāt get it
all your vacant life
youāre failing just to try
crashing in the night
youāre failing just to try
oh you donāt get it
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4. |
made 2 stream
02:24
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open your phone up to the latest playlist
of all the indie pop hits
i bet you think youāve heard this song before
but i swear to you itās different
cause this song was made to stream
oh this song was made to stream
yeah this song was made to stream
oh this song was made to stream
nobody cares just what the lyrics are
as long as i say, ādarlinā, babyā
and every white boy who took high school jazz band
wants to sound like mac demarco
cause this song was made to stream
oh this song was made to stream
yeah this song was made to stream
oh this song was made to stream
this is a bridge with just two chords
to show iām so chill
iāll do it twice, causeā iām so nice
and iām so chill
cause this song was made to stream
oh this song was made to stream
yeah this song was made to stream
oh this song was made to stream
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5. |
better 4 u
02:24
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trying not to see all the light in your eyes
hoping that youāll find me another time
moving past the lows and iām feeling so high
working on the ways i can heal in time
do you really want to go?
do you really want to see
all the ways in which my mind has betrayed me?
do you really want to know?
do you really want to be
all the meanings in my terrible poetry?
trying to decide if the feeling is right
hoping that iām more than a fleeting smile
moving past the lows in the dark of the night
working on the ways i can heal in time
do you really want to go?
do you really want to see
all the ways in which my mind has betrayed me?
do you really want to know?
do you really want to be
all the meanings in my terrible poetry?
trying to survive all the feelings i hide
hoping that iām strong enough this time
moving past the lows, god i want to get high
working on the ways i can heal in time
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6. |
forget-me-not
03:58
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ya like jazz?
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7. |
kissing ghosties
01:40
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i crave something honest
like bodies in the leaves
decomposing at rapidly
different speeds. the gold
chain on my neck
draped across the corpse
of a red maple blade, fallen.
if i pressed my lips
to the soft dirt of this
cemetery scene, could i taste
the notes of each
soul drifting upwards?
cloying and coarse, but with
a smooth finish.
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8. |
scabs
02:07
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thin lines
on these
faded nights
left me
feeling more than inhuman
steady hands
and those
shaky sights
leave me
shooting swans at a wedding
let them in, or let me fall
cut them loose, or lose it all
fallen wings
are a
dangerous thing
when you
pick the scabs off of godās love
tv screens
and old
magazines
breeding
true love for false prophets
let them in, or let me fall
cut them loose, or lose it all
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9. |
bzzz
02:45
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thoughts dive so deep when i float
through hours with you. when we reached
the hunting tower melted from heat
all i could hear were the swarms of bees
circling round the strawberries we breathed
at the reservoir you said
āitās not like being here at allā
in the hazy sweet it made sense
so when we held hands between the trees
i could feel whales surface in my head
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10. |
summer days
01:55
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iāll come to you
in the garden, soaked right through
you once were true
now iām slipping through so soon
say goodbye
summer days
iāll comfort you
when the dirt is on your shoes
bones wet with dew
used to hold you when you were new
say goodbye
summer days
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11. |
scared to bee
02:06
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in a super 8 outside of houston
the black mold greets the ceiling
with a handshake like a loverās kiss
or the way sheās used to leaving
god, iām scared to be
anything that close
to free
she mixed all the days from their boxes
and drank it down with water.
laying on a carpet in the sunlight
pouring through the window
god, iām scared to be
anything that close
to free
i dreamt that i was at a dim bar drinking
on a tuesday afternoon.
couldnāt see myself open the door
and barely heard the airbag.
god, iām scared to be
anything that close
to free
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12. |
losing touch
03:59
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shiiiiiiiiivering
in your t-shirt
i found in my drawer
spiiiiiralling
masturbating
to feel anything
aaaaahhhhhhhh
i feel like iām losing touch
liiiiingering
on a picture
your smile like codeine
peeeeel my skin
hang it all out
flesh like a sweet peach
aaaaahhhhhhhh
*sick breakdown*
i feel like iām losing touch
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