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Stage Fright
03:50
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For the record that record that I showed you has been playing over and over inside my head
and I remember you told me this was fucked around mid June
And like that record I'm a record spinning round and round
and like a needle you are tearing me inside of my bones my tone my clarity has gone to shit
so place me back up on your shelf
I’ve been sitting in this room for way too long
Wondering if this is what I really want
And I’m sorry if I don’t pick up your calls
Hit me up when it’s time to go back out
All my friends are drunk, and I’m sober as day cause I drink too much on my own, in my room, late at night thinking of you
And my friends called me late to come out
And I said I’m too tired I just wanna go to bed
And I left my god in the backseat of your car the night you drove me home
And I walked home drunk under the starless night sky thinking of you
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Thank God For Details
03:27
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The pictures on your wall they stay hidden tonight
In the desk where we kept my stoges,
I didn't reply to the message that you sent cause I'm trying this thing where I try to forget you cause that's what you did to me that night
And you're the deep end of a swimming pool and I'm diving in with concrete on my ankles looking for some comfort like in that song I heard but I guess it's not so simple
It's hard to determine your intentions without asking all them questions
That I know you hate
But I'll ask them anyway
Everything I needed to trying to break through my front teeth
I washed it all back with a glass of stale beer and a cigarette
intertwining your soft words with my fragile skull you contorted my thoughts of these past few months and i can't help but always let you in
And maybe one day we'll know what this is all for but for now lets enjoy The uncounted minutes and seconds of silence
The small words exchanged that inherited larger meaning as the months went on
The brush of contact between cold hands on 53rd street and the drunk nights we'd spend inside your car cause in the end we'll remember the little things and the smiles left over from good days and restless nights.
Thank God for details.
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We’re at the party, Frank and Kev are wasted. Mark you’re nowhere to be found and I’m locked in a bathroom in the basement
Dan, where are you? (I’m right here)
I can here her calling (what’s she saying?)
She saying, “When are you coming over to shotgun more beers again?”
I wanna know what it’s like to feel like myself, I’m tired of holding up appearances and tearing down the walls of my brain
Are you here? Let’s go home. I’m tired of pretentious conversations about how your friends are better than mine
I wanna go back to that little spot behind those train tracks tonight
Can you walk me to my car? I can’t seem to remember where I parked it We both know that’s bullshit, I just need sometime to explain myself
And I know your sorry and I’m sorry Im probably still know quite over it
And I know it’s hard to be in love with me when I’m so caught up in the past
It’s alright, I’ll go out and get drunk and try my best to forget about it
It’s alright, I’ll call dan to come over to shotgun more beers again
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Canadian Ugly
03:31
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I wanna know how you feel
Wish you would’ve called me up that night
And got drunk inside of my car
I don’t really wanna talk about it
Come around and figure this out just one last time
And I’m sorry for the nights you spent and left smelling like smoke, I know you hate the smell, but I love the company
cold lips and shaky hands hold the letters you left your lover back in jersey
And I wish you’d come back , things won’t ever be the same without you
2am at the bleachers at you union high
Getting drunk and smoking my life away
And your lips are glasses of cheap whiskey and tonight I plan on getting so wasted, that I'll pass out right on your floor.
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Trepanation
02:39
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Black ink in my right thigh
Shitty stick and poke tattoos that just
Don’t meant shit anymore
Jagged cuts on ur title fight crop top
Both our heads stuck in the ceiling fan
As i lie on my death bed thinking of all you ever said and what you meant to me. There’s a hole in my head, the one that you left.
Here we go again another year of this bullshit
Waking up man I’m so fucking sick of it
Cause been having the same dream about you
And it doesn’t make sense anymore
You were yelling and screaming hollering get your act together it’s been a year of this shit
Binging fits, the fun never ends
Till ur staring at ur toilet throwing up during sunrise again
I was yelling and screaming hollering
I love you so much let’s just not break up
Now I’m leaning on my bed frame choking on my words trying t sell myself for twice of what I’m worth
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Fake Weddings
04:56
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Floras gonna be so pissed at the end of the summer when she comes home and finds her bed held up by old books you've read
Are you okay with the fact that I'll never come home to you again ? Cause I know I'm not
When you go out tonight I hope I cross your mind
When you go home tonight I hope you call me
In the backseat of your car was the best night of my life
I fell in love in a small bed in a New Brunswick dorm
You're gonna be so pissed at the end of of the summer when you see my face cause you know I always have my ways
"Are you okay?" That what she asked me last night
No, I'm not okay with any of this shit
When you see him tonight I hope I cross your mind
When you see me next week I hope you think of nights..
...Like a minute to twelve on New Year's Eve
Everyone was outside and we owned those living room seats
And then we stood up and you counted down
I've never been so lost in brown eyes before
I'm gonna be so pissed
If at the end of the year if i don't kiss your lips when midnight hits
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