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Hotels
03:04
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Plane just landed. taxis on the tarmac
Later than you expected to be back
The out of towners wonder what there’s to do
The names of the places not familiar to you
Flight nearly departed without you on board
Stuck on the west coast. The traffic is terrible.
Highways to hotels you’ve never heard about
That’s all you can say because you’re battery’s fading out
Everyone’s found sleep. It’s just the moan of the air now
Tomorrow’s creeping in. That’s not what i’m here for
Hotel room has us trapped and wanting more
Without a bar between us, it has to be sweeter
The elevator bell tones to give us our queue
looking at each other like strangers, but that’s nothing new
Miles and miles, journeys and parties
We wound up here waiting in the lobby
Marble floors feel cold. That’s how we wanted
The best conversations, they stopped before they started.
He’s from here. And she’s from there.
Myriad stories from times that they miss.
These hotel guests wondering what's transpired.
I'm heading upstairs because i’m way too tired
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Reruns
03:31
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Where's your story? Where's your character?
Where's your lonely? Come ignore me
You can say that you meant what you said,
But you want something more
Heard you met him. heard you loved it.
Heard you stayed in. just the two
And you'll know why your cell phone's dead
When you're struggling in the morning
Everybody keeps hanging on
Just the night out will do
Every photo keeps fading out
Just a night out will do
So how is it? hows the songs?
How's then album coming across?
The speakers blaring but the silence is all i can hear
Saw your new place. Saw it Monday.
Saw the photos. Guess he took those.
Now you're sharing a moment so
The rest of us never forget it.
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Dash
02:59
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Hold on. Hold on to handles.
But she won’t notice.
Her minds already made up
Her kids already shaken up
Front stage, in the center
She keeps looking over
He’s staring at her shoulders
Keep running. keep running. not stopping
Fingers pressed against your lips
Heading wherever this night is
Knowns this used to be easy.
But she feels the serotonin
Coursing through
Doesn’t matter to the city. it’s all her.
Hands are tied as the lines are
Watching the passing moments through the window
Head against the dash to hear the stereo better
Closing. closing both her eyes
As he lets her drift off the shoulders
He's got her feeling anxious. tilts her head back.
On the light as it dims
On her pale skin
Keeps staring. eyes are caught in the lights ahead
She’s finding it hard to focus
Radio plays a different tune.
Doesn’t know what she wants to hear
But she’s certain that it’s better than this
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Better Off
04:20
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Don't want to give too much information
Best to keep the secrets on the inside
She's looking out of the city just to find some comfort
As i stay lying here that it's coming back
I'm better off leaving in the midst of a conversation
I'm better off drinking through the years til you're coming home
I'm better off singing the same songs you never wanted to hear
I'm better off never knowing the things you've done to forget
Months go on forever now. it's true
She spends her nights at his place just to calm the nerves
Knowing all along it's left unsaid
It's all she can do to remember so she drowns it out
She's better off losing sleep from the words that he had to say
She's better off knowing what she's left undone at the bar
She's better off waking up in the morning just to find him missing
She's better off thinking she can turn herself around
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5. |
Fiction
03:03
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Where's the fiction? Coming through the windows.
She alright, but whats around the corner
Switched right on, wished the feeling last forever
Skins a little bruised, she’ll fix it on the counter
Warning warning. Body's feeling biblical.
Later, staining. Trying not to lose it all
Seeing stars just looking for a remedy
These boys and girls can carry on the melody
Seeing sideways. looking so serious
Pinhole pupils. dancing to close to us
Beats are skipping wondering what he's done
Something stranger feeling inside someone
Keep your head up. someone’s getting cynical
Skipped the last year. doesn’t want to know for sure
Lost and spent. just here for the opulence
Checked out. cashed in. where’s the parting gifts?
Called you later checking if your sleeping yet
Faded t-shirts telling the story best
Turn the lights on. Everybody scurrying
There’s skeletons in the back of the closet now.
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Brunette
02:47
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Pieces missing but it doesn’t fit
The corners and the lawyers in the bar still saying
He will stay and listen to your
Your overcomplicated stories
Television drones in the room
Nothing better than what you've got to hear
Static setting in you tell him
You keep talking, but he stopped listening
Silence walking in. It’s sounding better
She’s staring right back at me tonight
Living room is a stage. stuck in the middle
Keep the record spinning for me
Noises walking in. It’s sounding better
At this volume something has to get thru
It’s not the words that you want, not what you want to hear
Good to see you with a smile on, Brunette.
Unfamiliar faces in the room
Stretching nerves you can feel in your fingers
Hands are reaching, sometimes trembling
Something new has got you shaking
Brunette, Brunette
Hairs are falling in your hazy eyes
Staring at me tonight
Looking thinner and thinner
Wither away just to skin and bones
Too fast, i know
We've lost and repeated ourselves
And you might be alone
But i'm back on my way
Brunette, Brunette
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Creaks
03:16
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Dancer acts like she's got something to say
Is it her eyes or her body trying to compensate
For the memories it's left, for the stories she's told me
Shes just trying to get home before he leaves from the party
I can feel tension as she's tapping her foot
The air so thick i can only taste the smoke
Wash the nerves down with something you trust
Sure it feels heavy, but it shouldn't take much
To relax your memories, get your tongue start flowing
Spend the night on her couch with whatever she's showing
Her bedroom keeps calling, she's too scared to step in it
Stronger than me, i'm just here if i can get it at
Sadie's all alone tonight
Don't talk for years and years but still i try
Something she's running from but she just wont say
Finally she speaks again but she'll brush it away
Dancing pretty heavy, she's the life of the party
Makeup starts smearing, she'll wait til the morning
Empty frames on the wall seem to tell me
The story's not over so i keep on holding
On to sleepless nights we spent on winter weekends
Lets me back in maybe only for a minute at
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Ibuprofen
03:17
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The swelling went down by the morning
The ibuprofen holding her head together
Trying to stay hydrated like he told her
Last night. he’s at home, sleeping it off
Coming over operator because she just doesn’t get it
The medic has to work it all out
Trying to figure out why hasn’t he found it yet?
The years are getting disappointing
Can’t recognize herself in the mirror
The camera is all too noticeable
Need some sleep to just get rid of the bags
These endless nights have left their mark
Her circles are shrinking. and is it his fault?
Tries to stay social but there ain’t no one listening
She just can’t walk away, talk for a minute
She’s scared as it hits her. everything that she felt
Is gone for good.
Some years later going over in his head
The motion sickness, nausea’s overwhelming
Any way he cuts it, he’s still coming up empty
He should have let her know way back when
Swears his liver can’t serve much of a purpose
The lights on the road start streaking
Speed limits approaching. road signs harder to read
The miles adding up and it’s showing.
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9. |
Changes in the Weather
03:58
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She holds her head to see what's going on
Craning her neck to see the rest of the stage
Her body's moving but she starts to think she came for nothing
Singer admits that the set’s been weak
The kids aren't jumping as much as they were on the last tour
Is he losing his touch or is he taking her home
Whats another year spent miserable going to mean?
She thinks waking up without a headache is overrated.
It's just the change in the weather. its happened before.
It's just the change the weather. Happens every year
Bartender holds it together in the back
The over-21's don't seem to give a shit anymore
It’s all indie rock that they've heard before
Too young to be this cynical or
Too late to haven’t found it out by now
The bouncer’s outside with the smokers
They think that someone's listening
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Punchtop
03:03
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Your stare from across the bar
It holds me here, i'm unable to bear
Is it the alcohol speaking or the memories creeping
Back into my head now?
Your stare from across the couch. she just cant feel
It's too much for her now
You just can't notice but i'll hold my my shit together. i'm fine.
Don't know what the substance has left behind, but it makes for a real long night
The nerves sit in your stomach, they're twisting up together from the liquor. it's right
Where we left off, not so long ago.
I could talk for hours but I'm guessing that you've gotta go.
On the car ride over, the engine shouts like it's miles away
But when i arrive your eyes keep telling the story the same
I keep hangin on every word but i don't want to hear what you've got to say
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11. |
Had a Say
01:30
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You don't know what she says
You don't know a thing about her
You don't know what she wants
Because she's always changing
Changing her mind
Where's her head at
You think that she'd stay
No, it's the last place she'd be
If she even had a say
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12. |
Sunburns
04:36
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It’s the sunburns
Coming over
Not much better
That i’m older
It’s the memories
That we wish weren’t over
The last time i said anything
Was the moment you went missing
Tonight is the last time
We were younger. it was heavier.
It felt crueler, it was dangerous but
We could bounce back so much easier
Early morning
Hard to wake up
Hope’s the hardest thing
To keep warm
Felt you here
Eyes falling shut
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