1. |
Rubbing Alcohol
02:22
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It kinda creeps me out when
You cut your teeth on a splintered book end
And I’ll try not to wince as
You swim in shallow waters
And cut your knees up on the rocks and
Bleed all over everything you love
Is that why you rubbed some blood on my chin?
Angie can’t make the pain go away
And I can’t find the right words to say
"someday I hope you see things from above and find something sweeter than my failing love”
Like an old bottle of rubbing alcohol
I’m the only thing left in your cabinet after all
Such a sad sight to see such comfortable misery
Some say it’s beautiful, I say that shit just ain’t right.
Angie can’t make the pain go away
As I throw together some profound garbage phrase
Like “someday I hope you see things from above, and find something sweeter than my failing love”
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That 80's Song
02:04
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Did you hear what I said
Quit filling your head
With outdated distractions and your obscure references
What about the friends
who think you're dead
Because you never leave the house and write these songs instead
and she said
"What's it going to take to get through to you"
Utterly misread,
lyrics about broken,
people with issues
who you idolize instead
What's it going to take to get through to you
"I don't want to hear how much you care about the smiths
and all your stupid observations and sonic aspirations
You said this was the last time
you'd let nostalgia lead your life but I guess you must be lying
cause clearly, it's not."
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3. |
Walking Hypocrisy
02:00
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Nervous with a hint of anxiety
Loud tunes as a form of identity
Favorite un-ironic Hawaiian shirt
Why do I have to pretend it hurts?
So scared but I won't admit it
Terrified of learning the truth
Indie head over some punk shit guitar
What's a hipster doing in a dive bar?
Brain dead, but I study psychology
Feels like I’m an imitation of me
Short songs, with some lyrics about chai tea
I swear I’m a walking hypocrisy
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4. |
Holiday Special
02:41
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You said you'd stay up late
to watch old Christmas movies
So achingly comfortable
I bet you saw right through me
All the scenes I remembered
were so much better in my head
Like the family photograph
I still have of my dad
In my wallet
On the shelf above the fire
Beside the plastic of the tree that
still don't look quite right
That's when you said
"I’m too wasted on the eggnog
that you bought us this time last year"
You said “come here, can’t you see it?
You’re just a box of all your worries
from these past years”
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