1. |
Sober Song
01:33
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Is this as good as it gets?
Cross my fingers
That I've got a little fight left
for the long run
We're on our way home
And I feel the temptation
And I'd be lying if I told you
It wasn't on my mind and
I suppose that I'm done with
the hard stuff, babe
but I need your support
I need a new way
To better cope with childhood trauma
Someday, I imagine myself
Old and grey, rocking chairs
Radon covers
But until then I guess I'll have to obey
Okay, walk the straight and narrow
until I'm all bones
Mom, when I grow up will I be
just like dad? I'd be lying to you
if I told you it never made me sad
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2. |
Rest Of Rust
01:12
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We were those flyers from past shows
Performing punk rock acrobatics
In 4/4 time with powdered noses
All our bones exposed with
aspirations of a tour and a new record
It was our kiss of death,
We could have wanted it more I guess?
Get what you bargin for
Get back what you give to
the final mixdown dude
Put up your dukes and fight
For what you thought was right
Away we went, goodnight.
And to me, it's such a shame
because to you, it's just a game you play
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You and I could be two spoons
Too comfortable to leave the room
Feel my heartbeat on your back
No words at all, I got attached
I gotta say, I love the way
Your eyes hold mystery
Kiss the freckle on your neck
Do you miss me?
Wanna take the next step?
And rumor has it that you like me
Word on the street is that dig you
This play has been recited before
Took a thousand years to find the
right words
You and I and me with you
Inseparable, you feel it too
Reel me in just like an old Tim
Burton film, where I learn to swim
I gotta say, I love the way
You make me feel okay
I wanna show you all the things
And when we're done, we'll start again
And rumor has it that you let me
Back into your world and that's a uh-oh!
Our love written in ancient stone,
Your warm embrace feels just like home.
And rumor has it that you like me
Word on the street is that love you
This is our scene, red curtains drawn
And it's my line, the script in song.
And rumor has it that you love me
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I'm a fucking mess
Blame it on the rent
or on the fact that I can't sit
in traffic without plotting
Where I'd bury all those bodies
get the fuck out of my way
I've got no time for this
Darwin derby
I'm a total wreck
blame it on my boss
Cross my heart and hope to die
I'm clocking out early and
everyone knows why
because you suck at managing
Getting tired
of losing
My time
is fading
They own me
My mom said
There'd be days like this
and now I'm fucking pissed!
Too many days like this
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5. |
Self-Checkout
01:31
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I was self checking out
I was checking on myself
in the reflection of the store scale
Self loathing, buck sixty five soaking wet,
riddled with debt,
Oh, Punish me with this new day already
Old habits die hard
my willis bruised
and I'm far
from where I wanna be
Momma, what's vacation mean?
It's where you go somewhere
and you never come back.
All these Intrusive thoughts,
yeah they're with me
These vices on the guest list are VIPs
(Viciously Intoxicating Psychoactive Stimulants)
Know what I mean?
For fuck sake we were smoking by the lake
When I told you things would be ok
and everything would change
How dumb can things become?
All these Intrusive thoughts,
yeah they're with me
These vices on the guest list, VIP!
Know what I mean?
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6. |
…And Then We Grew Up
01:25
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When I grow up
I'm gonna be an artist
At peace with the paintbrush
my life's a blank canvas
You know I can do anything
if i set my mind to it
and the stresses of being an adult
shall not ruin my fascination with
laughter and love and all the tiny creatures
In my gallery of happy pictures
And then I grew up
When I get home
I’m gonna put my feet up
At peace with my reheated pizza for dinner
You know I could get multiple jobs
and then we can finally catch up
What the fuck is happening?
We’re forced to decide between
having lights and water or buying food
for the kids to eat!
Feels like some fucked up lucid dream
Plays like I’m an NPC.
And then we grew up
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