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Facelift
03:39
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Lyrics:
Darling I know this ain't your bed,
it's certainly not mine
Enchanted drunkenly under your sigh
Sideways forming in an upstate New York dorm room
Let these heavy feelings bloom
Let your guard down, too
And you saw my naked
Couldn't hide beneath a facelift
I couldn't wait to wake up in your glow
In a bed of wilted flowers
This space is our own
Dipped our feet in the pool
I felt the cool breath of spring
Talked of bands and where you stand
on politics and things
Oh, I begged and I bled
for the words that I wanted to say
to be read from my desperate gaze
And I don't want to let
My stupid mouth get in the way
And you saw my naked
Couldn't hide beneath a facelift
I couldn't wait to wake up in your glow
In a bed of wilted flowers
This space is our own
And I saw you naked
You couldn't hide beneath a facelift
You couldn't wait
to wake up and just go
In a bed of perfect sorrow
This space is our own
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We had reason to believe that it would always be good
We had reason to believe that it was doomed from the start
It turned out a farce
Condescending son has gone
And son is coming out for us, my son
The bus is missing must be something
In the weather's cloudy day
We just might be late
Narcoleptic networkers who park their carcass
In the market parking lot without their car keys
Waiting for the prophet's caucus to pass
What a waste of gas
Now I don't believe in Cinderella
Read the Wiki page about depression
Had another Stella
I don't want to know
How your bratty kids are doing
After being raised in private school
Who get drool on their dicks
Instead of blood on their lips
I don't really care what you say
I duck for cover when there's nothing there
I scream for help like a wood-chipped chair
I'm broken in two–maybe three–maybe four
I hit the floor
I cry in the day in the brilliant light
And I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go and I stop, and I go and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life
Dwelling on missed kisses with the misses
Please dismiss I pissed the bliss away
Amiss with remiss from untaken risk
Has got to be good for something
But don't lie to me
Jocks in wheelchairs getting glares
Of former glory unrepaired
Just gotta walk away,
Oh wait, they can't
They think, "At least I got good hair"
We had reason to expect that forever was a virtue
We had reason to believe in a thing called "love"
What a bunch of crud
Now I don't believe in Cinderella
Read the Wiki page about depression
Had another Stella
I don't want to know
How your bratty kids are doing
After being raised in private school
Who get drool on their dicks
Instead of blood on their lips
I don't really care what you say
I duck for cover when there's nothing there
I scream for help like a wood-chipped chair
I'm broken in two–maybe three–maybe four
I hit the floor
I cry in the day in the brilliant light
And I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go and I stop, and I go and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life
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I just know
That if I’ve seen it once
I’ve lived it twice
And felt a hundred times
So I should know
I’m going through it now
The last summer of
the rest of my life
So light a candle for the children
Who’ve lost life to the weekend
Chasing cars in the suburbs
Drinking lemonade on the curb
I wonder if
They’ve worn the clothes they’ll die in
Wasting all our precious time
Just to fall outside the limelight
Using all our precious time
Just so we can sleep another night
I guess you could call it bad luck
I guess this is growing up
I’ve left behind
people and places and highways and pavements
I don’t miss them, just the feelings that I got
So light a candle for the patrons
of fine art on the weekends
Of wine tasting for their egos
Who don’t watch as the years go
I wonder if
They’ve worn the clothes they’ll die
Wasting all our precious time
Just to fall outside the limelight
Using all our precious time
Just so we can sleep another night
I guess you could call it bad luck
I guess this is growing up
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God / Love / America
04:15
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Jumping off the New York skyline with a high mind
Falling on velvet streets feel like concrete in the daily grind
I’m clocking in and punching out and punching me and cleaning grout
In this pipeline of a heart’s line with a courtesy call from the front line
It was gravity that pulled us up and destiny that brought us together
But that doesn’t mean that true love makes you any less of a quitter
In the corners of my life in the shadows of shame
there’s a black man with a beaten brow from the judiciary courts and the civil service
But where are you in the day’s end, you fake ass friend?
Pat my back with a knife instead of a helping hand
Condensating with fear in the
dawn of the eve where you pulled out
these lies concealed under your sleeve
For forty days and forty nights I clung to a false promise
That when God had wrought a divine dryness
that she would be my royal highness
But it was so wrong and so long, and it still is
Until I could see my damn face without seeing hers in it
Just break me down, I’m a clown,
doing tricks with a frown in the alley, the gutter,
The continuous flutter of life in the nether where everyone’s better
And more well adjusted but can’t seem to get her
God Bless the red, white, and blue
As if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
I just don’t know what I’m coming to, I just don’t know
Maybe this bitch is crazy
Perhaps profoundly lazy
Just wanted to smoke weed in hot rods
and suck dick under the promenade
But there’s a cost to freedom
cause every moment you need it there’s someone who'll beat you
Polling for answers, an election, an ordinary ordinance sanction,
It’s the function of a junked brain to clutch onto intangible reins, ah
God Bless the red, white, and blue
as if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
I just don’t know what I’m coming to, I just don’t know
Waving a black flag
Without thinking of the price tag,
sitting in a parking lot snorting white lighting off a paper bag
Just so this teenage glory never ends
Keep the party going get your
ragtag friends to make amends
A slight gag at the thought being sober
Party’s never over never forget
In a drunken haze of stupid powder
relinquishing your godly power over me
A spree of pleas for missed opportunities
Won’t you please
Forget everything you thought you knew about me
My pain, your pain, love stain, the same,
As a matter of fact
God bless the red, blue and black, a panic attack
Colors of the rainbow are all out of whack, but no one’ll put em back
It’s armageddon,
God bless the red, black, and blue
As if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
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5. |
Turbulence
04:46
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Sacrificed on the altar of love
Waiting for my time to come
I was born to the wrong time
Fell out on my head
Concrete disappointment
Waiting for me down below
I woke up
With heads turned all around
Lonely hearts on the wrong kids
Righteous, burning pain
Nightmares under these eyelids
And pumping through these acid veins
These days I'm a walking pushover
For these replayed scenes
I woke up
With nothing in my soul
And if you even cared, you'd say "hello"
Tell me what it is
I know it's something
Tell me what it is
I know it's something
If you even cared, you would've stopped
I feel a new dawn coming on
But I don't feel the warmth at all
Turbulence
Rough skies and hardened minds
Free falling
I woke up
With tears burning in my eyes
And if you even cared, you'd say "goodbye"
Tell me what it is
I know it's something
Tell me what it is
I know it's something
If you had the time,
I'd make it up
Tell me what it is
I know it's something
Tell me what it is
I know it's something
If you even cared,
You'd look me up
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6. |
Something in the Water
03:56
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Some things go without saying,
Some things come without you asking
Maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink
Sometimes the blazing sun isn’t warm
And sometimes your icy flesh keeps me home
But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink
And just maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink
There’s this feeling that claws inside my throat
If you’d believe me, I’d say it means the most
But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink
I stare up at my ceiling
And all I need, is another outcast to belong with me
But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink
But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink
Maybe some day I’ll understand
Why my parents slept in different beds
And fought, fought until the bitter end
But things, things are looking up from here my friend
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7. |
Bleachers
04:15
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I didn’t mean it
When I told you to go
I didn’t expect you
to submit to my meaningless, harmful words
Cause it’s all for nothing
if you ain’t here to taste some of it
I didn’t mean for this
Times like this I
Remember that since i was born I been growing old
Times like this I
Hope that someday I can find my way
All Alone
Have you ever
Walked through the desert to find
the meaning of life
Only to die of thirst?
Cause it’s all for nothing
if you ain’t here to taste some of it
Times like this I
Remember that since i was born I been growing old
Times like this I
Hope that someday I can find my way
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Bleeding hearts from New York, NY.
A bittersweet nostalgia for things that never really happened.
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