1. |
The Back Lawn
02:03
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Waiting for things to change.
They can't stay the same.
Nearly anything would do.
I see everything from afar.
I fear that I'm losing you to bitter silence.
The early morning glow on the back lawn.
Something in the your voice was wrong.
What's missing here?
A glass of something clear?
Nearly anything would do.
Loosen up it's a party.
We all came here to fool someone
into thinking we're more than who we are.
It makes you feel invincible but only for the night.
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2. |
On Repeat
02:04
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I'm tearing into myself.
Ripping up my head.
I want to say the right thing
but saying nothing instead.
Do you think I'm balanced?
Some days I fear I'm wasting your time
with wordy explanations,
often without reason or rhyme.
I'm stuck on repeat.
Endlessly.
I'm tearing into myself.
Ripping up my head.
I want to do the right thing
but I fucked it up again.
Do you think I'm useful?
Some days I'm just a stick in the mud
waiting around for someone
to see me there and pick me back up.
I'm stuck on repeat.
Endlessly.
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3. |
Make A Fuss
02:25
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There isn't much to say.
I'm talking to myself.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm always listening.
Trying to work it out.
Keeping to myself.
There's nothing left to say.
It's not going my way.
It's not like it ever was
or ever will be.
I don't mean to make a fuss.
I just don't care to appease you.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm always listening.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
it's always interesting.
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4. |
Call For Me
01:47
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Where do we go from here?
We concede to our every fear.
The monster we've become.
Can't you see that end is near?
When you call for me
I'll come running from wherever I am.
Your bag's packed full of alcohol
and a couple tabs to make your head numb.
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5. |
Scab Over
02:14
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You don't love me anymore
and I've got to be alright with it.
You're an off-beat melody
bouncing around up there.
Though it might take time
all wounds will soon scab over
and all tears will dry,
forever stained on your shoulder.
I don't think of you often
but when I do it's hard to escape
the thought that I hurt you badly too.
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6. |
Famine
02:24
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Breaking hearts with plastic knives still hurts the same with time.
You won't starve tonight so it's alright.
Breaking hearts with plastic knives still hurts the same with time.
At least you'll be warm in bed with him tonight so it's alright.
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Glenn Matthews Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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