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Punchtop
02:55
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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 just 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
though when i arrive your eyes keep telling the story the same
i keep hangin on every word but i dont want to hear what you've got to say
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2. |
Stranger Years
03:44
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conversation stalls in a moment
as her memories grab the best of her
hates to drink but it makes it just a little more pleasant
spends the night and her headache kills
would have bet that the cure was there
but it gets a bit heavy so she puts on her tallest heels
can't remember dancing so much but the blisters keep peeling. the bandaids did nothing
her makeups wrecked, her head keeps on pounding. the story was over and she needs a ride home
closing time on her later twenties. the parties and high heels getting harder to deal with
lasting longer than she planned when she started. lives as fast as she can but she can't stop thinking
where's she gonna wind up when it's over?
hooded sweatshirt holds the cold inside
covering up the stranger years
remembers she can let it go for the night
shaking nervous and she stays real quiet
almost slips and lets her feelings out
but she only has to keep it pacing steady for me
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Sirens
03:14
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i can feel the problems. I can feel the monsters
i can feel your smile getting inside me
cigarettes, silhouettes and now i'm drowning underneath this flow
let's live for the moments, make mistakes
what the hell are we doing here?
all i can say now is that i'm sorry
i don't need anything today. no need to worry
about where i'll be and where i'm gonna go
siren's call wrecks my ship on the rocks below
nobody's around its just ourselves
nobody's listening, nobody's listening
so tell me something. tell me everything you want
let your mind do the talking
so tell me what is underneath your skin
i want it all, i want it all, i want it all
got me wrapped around your finger
anything you want, i promise
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Sorry About the Weather
03:44
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well i dont know anymore about the past 3 days and a few months more
sitting all alone in the dark. i feel just fine. i dont need them inside
the house sits still as december, too quiet i remark for the things i cant remember
taking off, taking off, if i could only sing like them
this guitar's been gathering dust. it's showing the wear of the years
strings are stretched to breaking. out of tune and no one hears
the wires rattle and song breaks out. some words about nostalgia and things i've forgot
the streets have all grown silent. and i just don't want to be here anymore
scream, scream, scream in the microphone
same old song on the radio
and i just want to get home tonight
tonight's been long but tomorrow should be better
sorry she said, sorry about the weather
and i just want to get home tonight
someone screams from the balcony, it's all too much for you as the set wears on
full pace and the bass picks up. reluctant, i move on with the tempo in doubt
we wind the song down. the crowd's never moved. if they could only hear the sounds in my head
chord shatters, another verse. another line of hope with just different words
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Latency
02:32
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she says it's not forever. it's only latency in your twenties
and can you feel your senses dull? is it still in you to feel the things you're missing now?
echoes like memories, they're fading away from me
but she just can't feel this anymore
skinny's walking home now. her silence is too loud
drowned the colors out. you know its all too grey
so tilt back the bottle, lose your mind in the substance, your a lush and you love it
lay back, lay back, put your drunken legs up. a kiss or two should stop the room
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Harrison
04:07
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too hard to keep lying as such
she keeps coming down on herself too much
she knows she loses only four or five months in a minute
sometimes the weather blows over before she has a chance to notice
dreaming too much about an old connection
she keeps complaining about her life's direction
the things she felt in her veins, they're going all astray
still i listen for the words i know aren't coming
her endless summer's over somehow.
she comes back to me looking for an answer
that i can't give her with my life tangled in knots
she'll say its right, as long as she can until its damaging her reputation
for knowing its never black or white. its just her and i and a tendency to stay the night
maintain a stoic composure
so she knows the feeling's no closer
to anything she wanted it to be for her
it's costly growing numb to the ones you have to keep
so i keep running ever closer to empty.
the years to date have been fucking exhausting
so i lay down, wishing she would just reconsider
with the remnants of her perfume always still sticking to the mattress
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7. |
Working
02:12
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she's half-dressed, drunk, still sweating
hopes he doesn't notice
standing outside the car still running
pulls it together, she's a mess but it's working
hand prints on her jeans. acts like she doesn't bother
stumbling down the stairwell, the meds they are kicking in
windows down, they city is screaming by
cell's dying causing radio silence
wont talk for years
water in the circuits, drying out so its worth it
signals growing weak
the room is dark but still spinning. plants a foot on the ground
is he here for the bedroom or the nervous conversation
doesn't think, she breathes out so that he knows it's working
she knows the party's over. watched the sun come up
still empty after the sex. guessed it wasn't enough
she holds her head on the sink. the mirror is split down the middle
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Rhythms
03:16
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Tony's got a letter, knows who its from
but it's with smeared with mascara, soaking with rum
stupid behavior he looks past the words
hopes he can answer to what he remembers
her heads on the bar, you can hear her words slurring
three or four more and moralty's blurring
shocking she's written from silence and time
doesn't care now if it's curses and it's lacking in rhymes
eyes rolling over, they admit what is done
she pulls it together right back to square one
say you don't know the lines of my face
but it's all i can do to remember the pace
of your hips thrown around me, it lasts in the dark
you trust in too much. you don't know who we are
hold on to substance. that's all that is here
it's just the numbness creeping in with the years
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Creaks
02:48
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dancer looks 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
onto sleepless nights we spent on winter weekends
lets me back maybe only for a minute at
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10. |
Needed to Hear
04:05
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living with regret's not the hardest
thing she ever had to come back from
a little more clearer, a little worn for the better
these shoes weren't the brightest. but neither was the weather
wants to be anywhere but here
navigates the staircase, the rope lights helping
music getting louder and she orders a water
waitress comes around, guess she'll order another
she can leave. she says that she knows it
but whats to go back to? she met him in college
her lipstick's smearing. all for the better
night on the town. what she wanted to hear
bartender serves them just a little bit harder
then what she was used to. orders cran and a vodka
starts to work. she's feeling less nervous
leaving in the morning's what she needed to hear
streets feeling emptier tonight
stumbling home. balance is right
she doesn't have to know it
does his best to not let her on
2am the scene is familiar
that's what he's here for. he's already face down
bets against advice she's heard
not the first and the moment slipping
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11. |
Spent
03:52
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something feels wrong but she won't say
and he's still scraping himself off the floor
the place where they met has been shut down for years
the liquor license still on the door
stuck running straight down the middle
wondering if she has a reason to leave
nerves soak it up so he calls her at home
her head still ringing from last night
keeps trying to remember the years were well spent
unhinged, spent alone but not lonely
not exactly as she planned it. more or less spent it drunk
the ends coming faster than we want it
tattoo on her wrist says it means a whole lot
for every night she ever got caught up
years rolling on. sleeping in just to hang on
the ink already dry down her arm
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12. |
Feel Easy
04:17
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it's too hard feeling famous
getting too far from normal
with the time slipping by
drinks rest on the table
swallow it. i'll get there
burns on the way down
the taste is changing for certain
its feeling all too familiar
shut the door on your way out
the years are catching up to me
yeah it gets a bit heavy
just to look in the mirror
to see what you've gotten used to
just to make feel it easy
the glasses empty, defeated
the veins keeping him going
medicine works its way in
now she swears she'll be over
though he won't understand it
their chemistries mixing softly
so now it bears some repeating
she shuts her eyes, holds her breath in
just to see if it's still there
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13. |
Better Off
04:22
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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
its 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 shes 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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14. |
Bullets
03:38
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her head tells the story from last night
bullets keep ripping through
something has to give by the morning
the sheets sprawled underneath her
grabbing for what he can reach
but she slips right out and she fades away
did you forget there's an end to this
turning into the things they swore they never wanted
the pieces still scattered about on the ground
picks up where she left off. it's just time to say so
collects herself. she finds her way out
heels unsteady on the staircase
knows that it's going to take some time
hearing ringing right in his bones
all those years he spent trying to let go
the feelings stranger than what he remembers
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