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Lies
03:07
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I can't explain it but I always liked lying to you,
It's a hobby that I'm totally committed to,
It's a skill I think I want to take some time to improve.
And recently I've got a whole lot of practice in,
It's hard to count how many arguments we've gotten in,
I used to care about the truth and now I just want to win.
I can't ease my way into this conversation,
And every way out's just another little altercation,
I need a better muse for my lyrical inspiration,
That hasn't been used, and isn't you
I tried explaining but it fell upon a set of deaf ears,
And had me wondering just what the fuck I'm doing here?
Believing me is just a sad and lonely state of affairs.
I tried to count the minutes left between the you and me,
But then the minutes turned to hours, days, infinity,
All lies come back eventually.
I can't ease my way into this conversation,
And every way out's just another little altercation,
I need a better muse for my lyrical inspiration,
That hasn't been used, and isn't you.
Tried and untrue, It's gotta be you,
You know all my hooks
were just lines that sunk when I sang them for you
And all at once i forgot all the fuss we were making over you.
Tried and untrue, It's gotta be you,
You know all my hooks were just lines that sunk
when I sang them for you
And all at once i forgot all the fuss we were making over you,
And I can't breathe you in,
These melodies you're in.
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2. |
Guts
03:46
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Side step, deep breaths it's just anesthesia.
Don't be such a diva.
You won't get better soon without this.
Your heads filled up with grenadine and valentines,
sweet sixteens and alibis,
strung out on nicotine and formaldehyde.
You're almost unbearable sometimes.
Bite my lip until it bleeds
and watch me split right down the seams
in two because of you.
Quick death, just like lethal injection.
When you look in my direction.
You're barely capable, I'm useless.
My phones filled up with emails and text messages,
regrettable admonishments, directed at a captive audience.
Pen's not erasable, with one kiss.
Bite my lip until it bleeds
and watch me split right down the seams
in two because of you.
All the words you were saving up for me,
We haven't spoken in a couple weeks,
All the things I wish I didn't hear.
You've got a lot of guts showing up around here.
Bite my lip until it bleeds
and watch me split right down the seams
in two because of you.
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3. |
Over and Out
03:33
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You always said you could sleep through the end of the world
and all these garden-variety crises like no other girl.
I always hoped you were old enough to notice stuff like
the weaknesses in your armor
and how much harder I had to try
when you saw more string than pearl.
You're just too good at keeping secrets.
And I'm just not good at finding out.
I'll give you something you can keep it.
My last goodbye is just, "over and over and out".
Sounds like you made that promise just to break it.
Another teenage focus group convinced that this is how they'll make it. I'm just another lucky charm hanging from your not-so-lucky bracelet.
There wasn't irony on your lips but I can nearly taste it.
You're just too good at keeping secrets.
And I'm just not good at finding out.
I'll give you something you can keep it.
My last goodbye is just, "over and over and out".
You've got that dress on again,
and I've been cold shouldering friends,
and I haven't since gotten sleep,
been burning holes in my sheets.
It's not a matter of fact,
it's just a question of doubt,
My last goodbye is, "over and over and out".
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4. |
Red and Green
04:15
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You are so good at keeping me at arm's length,
feeling like you're well worth the wait.
But wait.
Wait a minute.
I know you hate to get in it
but whenever we fight its about how I lose
not how you win it.
You stop every thought before I begin it
and I'm man enough to admit it.
It's not the heat of the fire that burns
its more how you spit it and you do.
You keep making plans because we planned to.
Why don't you just quit it?
Soft spoken secrets in the back of the Subaru.
The two of you were making plans, whispering, holding hands.
Trying hard to keep it in the back of the Chevy.
Why are you so cavalier?
This is heavy for a one night stand.
But on the other hand.
You are no good at timing the excuses you say,
at telling me you want to stay.
But say,
Say you didn't.
I know you hate to relive it
but every time we get this close it's always at your limit.
A little unorthodox but I'll permit it,
though I've had it up to here with it.
It's not the facts in a case that win it.
It's more how you spin it
and you do not falter.
It's the little things and they keep getting smaller.
Soft spoken secrets in the back of the Subaru.
The two of you were making plans, whispering, holding hands.
Trying hard to keep it in the back of the Chevy.
Why are you so cavalier?
This is heavy for a one night stand.
But on the other hand.
Soft spoken secrets in the back of the Subaru.
The two of you were making plans, whispering, holding hands.
Trying hard to keep it in the back of the Chevy.
Why are you so cavalier?
This is heavy for a one night stand.
But on the other hand.
Bona fide promises I just couldn't live up to.
Thoughts of you escaping me; self worth escaping you.
Trying hard to keep it in the back of your memory.
"Why are you so sad, my dear?"
This is exactly what you had planned.
Soft spoken secrets in the back of the Subaru.
Trying hard just to forget, just to forget about you.
Soft spoken secrets in the back of the Subaru.
The two of you were making plans, whispering, holding hands.
Trying hard to keep it in the back of the Chevy.
Why are you so cavalier?
This is heavy for a one night stand.
But on the other hand.
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Up on a Shelf
03:03
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High above the living room I see you getting stoned
and I want to join but what's the point?
Well baby it's just you and me,
a tiny stack of DVD's and a couple of candles
that we bought down the street.
The cars outside go passing by,
leave trails of carbon dioxide
and cloud my thoughts and take away my health.
It's me and you by candlelight,
the folks upstairs who always fight,
and all the while just wishing on a well.
Up on a shelf.
Been cooped up here inside my head,
just waiting for the day to end all by myself.
I start to melt.
Feeling underutilized,
collecting dust before my eyes,
my shirts and ties, my one disguise.
But when you're gone or out of town
I'll walk about and futz around
and try to try and think of someone else.
But when you're home I'm always gone
and absence makes the heart grow strong.
Can I please get a moment for myself?
Up on a shelf.
And I'll forget the possibilities,
so just take me down,
dust me off and remind me.
Talk about the finer, nicer things we do.
Play me something soft and slow and sweet.
Maybe a duet with orchestral backing,
caught in everlasting harmony, with you.
Up on a shelf.
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