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Elevator Music
02:10
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Elevator Music
I can see you’re born for failure
impale me on your pots and pans
and rubber bands and gumshoe tales
I got a fake smile for a steal
I bought it at the corner store on sale
Call me something like a whore
That’s how I know I’m real
Here’s the secret
I wanna feel something
I wanna feel something
I wanna be nothing
Here’s the secret
I wanna be left alone with everybody else
Elevator Music
Wasting time wasting space
Everywhere I go I see analogies
I’m ripe for chaos
Trading in my pencil for a sword and burning instruments
I got a message from a friend
I wonder if I’ll talk to her next year
Succumbing to the internet just feels so fucking wrong
Here’s the secret
I wanna feel something
I wanna feel something
I wanna be nothing
Here’s the secret
I wanna be left alone with everybody else
Elevator Music
Wasting time wasting space with you
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2. |
B/F
02:10
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B/F
backwards and forwards
I’m going nowhere
I’m undone, who do you want me to be?
I can’t afford it, I never wore it
I’m no fun, that’s why I’m so easy to tease
It’s the same old shit again
Now we’re writhing on the floor
It’s escape
Nothing more
Counting the days til I’m not sore
Where’s your spot?
I found god in a parking lot
The hermit, the fool,
Two eyes in a face
Resisting the pressure
The smell and the taste of
She is breathing, she is seething
She is staring at the sun
Fall of an empire, bumbling backfire
Why do I give you what you want?
Backwards and forwards
I’m going nowhere
I can’t run, who do you want me to see?
I can’t afford it, I’m only mourning
It’s no fun living with a lonely disease
It’s the same old shit again
You’ll never stay for something more
It’s a chore, nobody’s safe
Crawling like oil in the drain
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3. |
Florida Heat
02:21
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Florida Heat
I thought that I was growing up
Guess I was hiding all along
My socks and shoes are dripping wet
I’m tracking leaves onto the bed
Florida heat
It makes us all a little crazy
The spit and the sweat
I can feel a strange sensation creeping up my neck
It’s getting hotter everyday
And friends keep moving far away
I thought I was good at things like talking
I thought we would travel, I thought we could argue,
But the quiet just keeps me in my place
Florida heat
It makes us all a little crazy
The spit and the sweat
I can feel a strange sensation creeping up my neck
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4. |
New Skull
01:54
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New Skull
New skull covered in bad dreams
Unleash the power of hundreds of dogs
And I can’t feel them at all
New town, a tour of old scenes
On lease, the power that hasn’t come on
And I can’t see you at all
All the highways
And the feelings of dread
It’s just a glitch in your head
Oh
And the hallways
Where they tore out your mouth
And they called it a house
Oh
Blue rose left in your ashtray
They all know you’ve got nothing to say
And I can’t make it okay
All the highways
And the feelings of dread
It’s just a glitch in your head
Oh
And the hallways
Where they tore out your mouth
And they called it a house
Oh
And I know you don’t know the details
And I know you don’t know
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Pleaser
02:07
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Pleaser
Blood
Am I good enough
Shove
Shove me into the dark
And I just can’t decide
Have I said too much?
Love
Do you wish I was tough?
I’m an empty cup
And you are the drug
And I’m just too high
And I can’t give up
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Scrabble
02:38
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Scrabble
If you look around
You’ll see me for sure
Detailed spirals on your knees
I’m passed out on the carpet
You’re drunk inside my hell
There won’t be any left for me
Cause I can’t find the right words in this conversation
You draw lines in the sand
And if you can’t breathe for a week I will know it’s all my fault
I’ve done it again
I’ve got a holy pocket
I think I’ve lost the cure
You’re running laps around the trees
My baby has no logic
He’s gunna hurt himself
I’m playing second referee
Cause I can’t find the right words in this conversation
You draw lines in the sand
And if you can’t breathe for a week I will know it’s all my fault
I’ve done it again
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