1. |
Butterfly Effect
02:18
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I’ve been coughing in my sleep
And that’s been keeping you up
So now you won’t speak to me really
And we both feel like we suck
That makes me too sad to go out
So I stay in and I cry
Which makes you
Go and fuck someone else
Which makes me go get some help
I get better with time
The scars on my arms fade far away
Now I don’t mind when I’ve no one to spend the night with
So I let someone new stay
We starting loving like real people
we are talking and working things out
Scares me to death but I let them sleep over
Keep spare clothes at my house
Now I’m staying up late
Coughing into their side
So my lover rolls over without words
Which breaks my heart and it dies
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2. |
8ams
03:36
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Morning breaks like the family plates
Chipping in slightly hiding my guilty face
Hate that heat
From the sun on my sheets
Setting me aflame
Telling me to wake
Lay four hours in a tangled up blanket
I should shower instead I’m strangled and thankless
Grandmere scolds me
To always make my bed
But why should I bother
If I never get out of it
Never get out, never get out of bed
Never get out, never get out of it
Never get out, never get out of bed
Never get out, never get out of it
Never get out, never get out of bed
Never get out, never get out of it
Never get out, never get out of bed
Never get out, never get out of it
Never get out, never get out of bed
Never get out, never get out of it
Staying sick rarely sane never solid
Missing Nick but to busy to call him
Bitten skin stinging when I rinse my hands
Winter's coming back
Yeah they won’t understand
Get out, never get out of bed
Never get out, never get out of it
Never get out, never get out of it
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3. |
Pa Kapab
01:31
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4. |
Nohomebody
04:44
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Mr. No is a vicious killer
Slitting seconds with the flick of his finger
Months ago he kissed goodbye to trying to live life
And instead he spends his time chasing bliss
And in his dreams
He keeps on talking to himself
And while he sleeps
He can’t stop walking around the house
Looking for something
Mr. No got his hair cut thinking
It would be some catalyst
People say he looks so handsome more like himself
But he doesn’t feel like it
And in his dreams
He keeps on running from death
But he sleeps
So he won’t have to live in his emptiness
Looking for something
Mr. No hates his mirrors
So he broke them and chewed them into dunes
Mr. No dug a grave in this self-made sand
Buried his hopes
Said he had to go
And help someone move
Who are you?
Who who? Who who?
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5. |
Lustdisgust
03:42
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Once upon a time
In a world quite like this one
There was a girl
With thick hair
And a thick skull
And thick skin
She was in love with herself
For quite a short time
Because she poured herself in him
A man of course
She lived in a glass house
And she paved the walk with rocks
Telling her guests to
Come on in and take a shot
He had a strong arm
From years playing tennis in the park
But bragged that he hated the competition
And if time was real
It didn’t do them any service
It made her sad and made him nervous
Unsure how to feel
They both spoke too fast
The first hello until the last
But then again they were too quiet in the nights before the mornings after
They say fate is cruel for a reason
I think fate is ruled by the seasons
Giving people a need to be that close and warm
She was in desperate need of a hug
He wanted to hold her honest love
And from that they both tried to get along
But spring had other plans
She thawed
Got sick
So he put his hands in his pockets
Said he loved her but couldn’t touch her
Though she called for a friend
So she smiled and said
"That’s so fine
I’ll hate myself you can watch from the sidelines
Get attention instead of affection
I’ve always been a spectator sport"
And if time was real
It didn’t do them any good
It made her nothing and made him wood
And now their lips were sealed
So it had to end
No benefits beget from a friendship
Where one side slices their arms on the words the other side hasn’t said
Now upon a time they’re both at home
Better off best left alone
Thinking thoughts and getting stoned
Hoping to get caught in someone else
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6. |
Colorado
00:59
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7. |
Doubting Thomas
02:29
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A stranger said this to me
“You’ve got good energy”
But I just caught “goodbye”
Am I’m a fuck-up for
Freaking out on purpose?
Don’t like to be surprised
Quit lying to me
When you’re not sincerely
In love you just wanna cheer me up
I spread my self thin
Like melted margarine
I sleep on the wrong side of the bread
Something’s been nagging at the
Back of my brain and now it
Hurts to hold my head high
I’m wasting my time
When I say I’m not fine
It’s a lie I’m good with living without
I spend this life living
Much like Doubting Thomas
Clutching at my eyes
No I’m not so forgiving
As those like you or
The holes in Jesus Christ
I’ll make a scene
Trying to beat some sense
Into my head that I can’t deny
Why can’t I see
What’s happening
Until it breaks me awake in the middle of the night
Put your hand on my side
Put your hand on my side
Put your hand on my side
At least I’m trying
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8. |
Survivor's Guilt
06:32
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From the view of a window seat
I spy the ugly pyre of an engine
Is that in my head again
Or are we really going down this time?
This businessman by my side
What shape does his face make when he screams?
Will he clutch at his seat will he pray will he cry?
When he knows there’s nothing he can do but die
Three-page pamphlet I always read
Won’t even attempt to prepare us for the
Eventually of burning
And breaking
And falling for minutes flat
And would it change anything?
Would I make a sound?
I think I’d spend it
Just looking around
Who would I have to call?
I mean when my face breaks on my knees
That snap of spinal cord
Last rush of sweet release
Think of sinew and I start to sweat
From a view in a window seat
When the plane lifts off the ground
Why do I get this hopeful feeling?
I am the last surviving man
In this god forsaken wreck
Of a bathroom shower
Clinging to curtains and grout on the floor
Filling up sleeves with texture
Exceeding my need to be better
I can't do that any faster
Than I can get up in the morning to go be a
Real man
Trying to separate scars from what’s got to be done like a
Real man
Part of my head
Will never unstick
From that hospital bed
Part of my arm
Will never unfreeze from her hands
I am the cheat the fluke the bust
I can’t be trusted
I should’ve been with all of them
The ones who didn’t make it out like some
Real man
What in the hell am I eating well and working out for?
Let’s get
Real man
Don’t come too close
I might get morose and recede
It’s not that I chose to
Don’t know how I’m supposed to not breathe
Can they see me faking?
Can they see me taking up space?
Can they see me faking?
Can they see me taking up space?
Can they see me faking?
Can they see me taking up space?
Can they see me faking?
Can they see me taking up space?
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9. |
Sheets
03:15
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Baby baby
Won’t you lay your head right next to mine?
Baby baby
Crush my bedsheets stained with wine
In the morning you’ll be gone
But tonight I need you in my corner
In the morning l feel wrong
But tonight I want your arm behind my back
Honey honey
Won't you please be sweet to me?
I’ll give you money
If you sleep one more night here with me
In the morning we’ll forget everything
But for now let’s love the silence
In the morning how our ears will ring
And we’ll be quiet getting dressed
Sweetly sweetly (Come back)
You linger like an after taste (Don't come back to me)
Of needing (I can't tuck myself in)
You and needing my own space (Or start loving again)
In the morning you’ll regret (Come back)
Getting caught inside my net (Don't come back to me)
But tonight when I kiss you (I can't tuck myself in)
You feel fine you’ll feel warm inside (Or start loving again)
Come back
Come back to me
I can't tuck myself in
Or start loving again
Baby baby
It’s been months since I’ve seen your face
But maybe maybe
I wished things would’ve stayed the same
In the morning I still wait (Come back)
For the sound of you walking through my gate (Don't come back to me)
In the night I feel this too
Missing the weight of you
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10. |
Gastation
02:27
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Come with me to The Gastation
We may as well do something to do
Before you’ve got to go
I’ll buy your coke for the bus ride
We’ll joke about the world again
How has your girl been?
I’ve got to know
Did we know how far away we could get from there?
Come with me to Arcadia
We may as well have something to drink
Tell me what you’re thinking of
I swear that guy knows us by the names on our fakes
He thinks I’m pretty he knows you’re nice
Not a bad price on the pink one
Did we know how close we would be keeping here?
Come with me to The Gastation
We may as well we haven’t eaten all day
Were you late again this morning?
Don’t you wish we could run away?
Who would you miss?
Who would you take?
May as well be you until we get too grey
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11. |
Twilight
02:35
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12. |
Huh
00:24
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Dani Jean-Baptiste Chicago, Illinois
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