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Open
01:54
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I've been trying to find a poet to start writing all our songs
to add some convoluted substance to all my fucked up thoughts
And I've been trying to find a musician who knows more than just four chords
so I could smoke myself to heaven and never have to bother with anything more
And you can tell how lonely I am by looking at the lining of my nose
I used to think your notes meant something but now I know it's bullshit romantic prose
I'm never planning for my future, just trying to figure out how I'm getting home
I still think about calling you some nights - that's what scares me the most
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Couldn't Hurt to Check
03:29
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So give me the full list of all your complaints, and until you say you love me I’ll keep them all locked away
I’m lonely and just waiting; you’re cold and calculating. Your selfishness attracts you to all the mistakes I am making
If there’s anything I’d teach it’s to take pride in the things you do. When does unrequited love become abuse?
It seems like he gets your body and I get your soul, and even when we’re at our best I still don’t get to have both
Tell me what’s left to do, I’ll do it baby I’ll do it
Cause I just want to fucking be with you, Oh I’ll do it baby I’ll do it
Cause I’ve got this running bet that something I’ve been doing is getting into your head
I know you wouldn’t have it any other way
There’s something about your face I cannot escape
I know he’s in your room right now but I’d just love it if you’d let me wait
I should have seen this all going downhill since we meet on the very first day
But I was high off of you, you seemed so far from true, I vowed to never take my eyes away.
I should have got things right with all the chances you gave me
I’ll forever be watching you two talk with my tongue caught between my teeth
And I’ve been trying to catch your eyes, maybe that’ll turn around this night
I’ve been coping with my fear of initiative so I’ll beg you to step out for a cigarette
We’ll smoke in silence with my words stuck at my lips –
I’m going back to Long Island cause I'm too fucking stoned for this shit.
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I think that it's clear I've gotten some things wrong about how you spend your free time and where exactly we left off
I didn't think you had the nerve to do what you did that night and believe me I would have stopped it but both of my hands were tied
Oh, of course it's not your fault! You only do what's right. Three and a half years of arguments - you are the beauty queen of spite
And when we spend our time apart this year, it's sad but we will find that there are brighter sides to life
You've always been one for conversation
I've always been one to make things worse
We both always thought that we'd walk out of this better than before. Are you better than before?
I know you know, I know you are everything to me
What do you do when the words that you say don't mean anything?
I have had my chance before and I have seen the open door but I turned back to lock myself in
What do you do when the words that you say don't mean anything?
You can't do much
I know you know
I never meant to make you feel this way and I'm sorry you don't feel the same.
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Your Kitchen Table
02:09
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Shut up man I know that I'm just bugging
But something about this just don't sit right
So I'll thank God for these awkward notions
And I'll thank my mom that I'm so uptight
It's been nice to forget myself
And the nostalgia to which I'm prone
But I found myself at your kitchen table
Let myself remember on the long walk home
I allowed myself to resent you
I was just like you I should've known
Thought you liked being the center of attention
But you just didn't want to fall asleep alone
Feeling strangely old at twenty
Barely feeling anything at all
Take me back to the simple summer
Or even the heartbreak of that fall
Feeling strangely old at 20
Barely feeling anything at all
Just let me soak in the sun-drenched summer
Before the problems brought on by fall
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My love we haven't spoke in weeks
But why don't you walk me down my street?
I know you've had your thoughts about me
Mostly sour, sometimes sweet
Why don't you come down to my room?
No friends, no drugs, just me and you
We'll find a million things to do
No drugs, no friends, just me and you
I've been everywhere with you before
We're always back looking for more
It's about time we find the cure
So why don't we lock ourselves indoors?
They won't start searching until September
We won't come out until we're better
We'll find a million things to do
No drugs, no friends, just me and you
I'm sick of holding onto you
You only call when you have to
I hope I get locked in my room
The only way I escape you
I had a dream last night I saw you, I'm still not safe inside my bed
I can't sleep 'til I'm exhausted or you'll occupy my head
Not a dream, it was a nightmare. You should have heard the things you said
I've become scared to close my eyes, I can't stand waking up in sweats
It's even worse when I wake up to find I still love you to death.
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