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Guts
03:27
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I think that you look better
With your bones out of your face
But who am I to tell you
How I feel or what to say
I'm too awkward to move
With that look like lines engraved
So I'll pretend I stayed
Please don't go
Sometimes I wish that I could block
All of the lanes of traffic
Sometimes I wish that I was just
A bit more charismatic
Sometimes I wish that I could be locked
Up in the attic
With all my secrets
Static and charged
I'm too old
Last night while we slept you didn't
Move a muscle
I thought that you were dead
Pumped your heart until it shuffled
Your fingers in the bed
Your feet under the covers
So let's bury our faces in the pillows
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2. |
i should get out more
02:30
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I know that she's an angel
Cause she only speaks in tongues
She's rough around the edges
And she's rough around my lungs
And she knows
I can't go
There were better ways to do this
There were better ways to leave
Cause it's just a bit confusing
With my shit stitched to your sleeve
I don't care
Keep it there
You told me about your brother
And we cried ourselves to sleep
Cause what's the point in waking up
When you're living waking dreams
I don't know
I should go
Unresponsive and angry
And you couldn't bear to call
I was sure that I was crazy about you
So I didn't think about you at all
I didn't think
Fast asleep
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3. |
I've Been
02:36
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I've been sitting around
Hoping that you might call
And if my pocket doesn't ring
I guess I won't be up to much at all
I've been walking around
Watching the snow angels slowly dissolve
I still love the sight of ice
As we stood and watched the
Fourteenth snow fall
I would say I think you're really pretty
But that would be embarrassing for the both of us
Cause I'm so awkward and you're so very interesting
So I'll check my words before they leave my mouth
I've been calling this home
Cause this week felt pretty good
Getting lost on the highway
Thinking about what might be in those woods
And I'm not driving alone
I'm not driving the roads I know I should
I told you all my stories
And I feel like you understood
I would say I think you're really pretty
But that would be embarrassing for the both of us
Cause I'm so awkward and you're so very interesting
So I'll check my words before they leave my mouth
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Ok, Sorry, Word Vomit
03:27
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Last night I called my mom
She said please come home
I said I've got to take care
Of a few things here
She said I can't hear the smoke
Through this fucking telephone
But I can hear your voice crack
Even through these tiny speakers
Oh and I
I
I guess I'm just stuttering again
But my mouth is all jumbled up
With insignificant consonants
Oh and I
I
I guess I'll stay in tonight again
I'll smoke too much
And maybe browse the internet
I'll
Tell you bought the bands that I'm in
And I'll
Tell you about all my ex girlfriends
And I'll
Tell you that I'm meant to be broken
But I'll
Tell you that I've been coping well
This morning I pulled the shades
And slept until three
Cause sometimes I feel like
My mind's weaker than my body
But I shouldn't tell you that
I shouldn't tell you anything
Because what's the point in having
Two people worry about me
You said I
I
I want you to go out with your friends
Get messed and mess up
And blame it on the weekend
But I
I
I'm not someone I would recommend
I'm full of medication
And premature word vomit
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5. |
Poplar Trees
02:01
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I was hoping
You'd come over
Cause I
Haven't been sober in days
I can tell
That I'm falling apart
So I'll pretend this was cyanide
And listen to the slow of my heart
I said drink up my darling
Drink up love
I'm sure I tasted good to you
But I didn't taste good enough
So I'll wait behind the Poplar Trees
Until you want my love
I'll wait back with the happiness
And the things I told you of
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Table for Two, Zero
02:56
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Little red lights
In the room we would fight in
My hair on the floor
Your face in the doorframe
Blue Christmas lights
Round the bed that we would lie in
I asked you last night
Can I stay until I'm feeling better
I left my coat
With the dirt on your floor
Cause I miss the winter
But I miss you more than the cold
I left cigarettes
On your table for two
Cause I can't forgot
Smoking a pack just with you
Smoking to burn ourselves new
New
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