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I know you are alone
I feel it when you break down
And I won’t lead you on
Cuz I think you’re the same
As people all around
Like contents of my dresser
I travel back the years
And realize I am boring
Alone, we are alone
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Who needs more than
One more sunrise?
When the stars burn
So bright up high
Who needs more than...
Traffic
So many bodies
Push me towards the edge
And I am one of them
I need more than
Moon to cast a light
Can we pray for
A little while
When you’re lost
And unsure
You can meet me at the edge
Your faith
And my memories
Can lead us hand in hand
Can you hear me now?
Your screams of laughter
Radiate through my console drawer
Can you hear me now?
Such sweet disaster
Permeating all four doors
Can you hear me now?
Your screams of laughter
Radiate through my console drawer
Through the coins
Lost in time
Forgotten
In spaces in between the seats
Places no one ever bothers to look
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3. |
Coming to Terms
04:32
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It’s human nature
As normal as telling the widow
To settle down
And who alone will clean their bed?
It won’t be her, it won’t be me but
Someone who don’t care too much
Like dish soap in peppered water
I frighten the children away
Perhaps they do not hear the whispers
But for now it’s best to let them play
And who so bold when I was growing
To say I’d be a special man
It burns in me
Whenever it can
So I don’t need you anymore
Your faith is all I want
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4. |
Love Potions
02:59
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Save one
Apathy, my name is
You will only complicate
December
Dare to speak the word
You are just a potion
Assembly creation
Tonight
I’ll take the capsule
Someone saved the day
Was it you?
Crass naivety
Was it true?
Was it genuine?
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5. |
Cracks in the Ceiling
03:16
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And don’t forget me
When the rain hits the door to your cellar
Whisper sweetly
“Was the writing on the wall?”
Was the writing on the wall?
Was it you who let me fall?
If you could just let me know...
Was the writing on it?
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6. |
Nine Years
02:44
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In my head
Hide stories no one can read
But you
Please understand
You are the lines borne underneath
My pen
Your hold, infectious
When will you come around
And lay your burden at my feet
For me to take?
(You saved the world)
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7. |
Chutes and Ladders
02:57
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I must’ve missed the point
I thought 26 was dancier than 4
But it seems no one has a go-to 11 step
Beats me, was never one for dancing
I know you think this music
Is silly and pointless
But let me relay this to you now
I can’t even look at a carousel without getting dizzy
And forget elevators
And 3D movies
And looking backwards
While riding shotgun
I can’t turn my head to see you
Can’t ride the tire swing
I don’t dare squint my eyes
Or read on a train
Or travel in the sky
And I couldn’t tell you why
But I hesitate
To take
Ibuprofen
You see me often enough
To know that
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8. |
I'll Be Your Anther
05:18
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Sow seeds another day
Broken beneath plastered graves
I’ve become the backbulb
Faked, now I’ll decay
So that you may glow
Your crystal orchid haze
Weathered rocks turn into clay
Our fate may be the same
It’s a sacred flame
That shrinks into the earth
And none before we came
Have withered into worse
I saw serenity reign tall
Her prayers held ‘til tomorrow
Underwater, in the dark
Be strong
And breathe
Air
Wish your problems away
Stars can take away your pain
We are all the same
I swear we are the same
Your land and your terrains
Are flowing in my veins
I saw serenity reign tall
Her prayers held ‘til tomorrow
Underwater, in the dark
Be strong
And breathe
Air
You- You and I- You and me- Me and you
I swear we share the same root
I swear we see in purple
(Someone saved the day. Was it you?)
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9. |
My Signed Photo
04:37
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And all I remember
Were the last few drops of their blood
Smeared on my wrist
And your fingertips
The saint scene never came back down
The saint scene never did
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Midnight Candy
02:39
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Red or orange-yellow stains
Crushing candy in my veins
I can only see this through
After green but before blue
Staggered lines along the wall
Light bleeding orthogonal
From the lamppost on the street
Swear the two shall never meet
I believe in heparin
Bloody, stitched but lives and breathes
If not only bruised between
Soul and lungs, liver and spleen
Share a drink between us all
Dull our minds with paracetamol
Keep from screaming through the pain
Pray to god to make him sane
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I climbed the fence to let you in around back
And caught my arm on the post
Let’s pretend I meant for that
Last thing you did was paint those photographs black
And say, “I’m tired of you
And these opaque memories”
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12. |
Star Power
05:05
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Tell me your secrets
Tell me your troubles too
Tell me your hope was lost
But I can’t find it...
I used to think that hope hid in tangible places
And dreams built in our head exist as sandcastles lost in outer space
Away from alcohol and loneliness
You say you’re on a roundabout
I can’t afford to be without you
You say it’s not so obvious
I’ll keep my eyes around you shut
You say you’re on a roundabout
I can’t afford to be without
You say it’s not so obvious
I’ll keep my eyes wide open
I’ll keep my eyes wide open shut
I used to think that hope hid in tangible places
And dreams built in our head exist as sandcastles lost in outer space
And maybe someday I’d build a rocket ship and find one in a crater on the moon
Or some little alien boy would go to the beach
And bodysurf the cosmic radiation
Crash upon the shore and my illuminated castle
And let my mind go free
Every drop of sand freed
Is a tiny quiet victory at the end of your daydream
Or in some boardwalk brawl
That you had with a stranger
At the end of your life
When you feel nothing at all
You saved the world
I used to think that hope hid in tangible places
And dreams built in our head exist as sandcastles lost
But what I’ve learned from chemistry, physics, and biology
In archetypal lecture halls filled with children who do not agree
Leads me to believe
We are alone inside our heads
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13. |
Beautiful
04:55
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Listen
I see no point
In living anymore
I’ve nearly died before
Anyway
Not to say
Sitting, wasting every day away
Is a waste at all
Is not beautiful
Sitting, wasting every day away
Is a waste at all
If I can’t be happy
Maybe 3 months and 18 years today
I was dead
Still unborn
And in 3 months and 18 years I’ve prayed
With questions
Unanswered
Who knows?
Not I
Sitting, wasting every day away
Is a waste at all
Is not beautiful
Sitting, wasting every day away
Is a waste at all
If I can’t be happy
Listen
I see no point
In living anymore
I’ve nearly died before
I am not a good man
I have a bad soul
I lack a true heart
I am not beautiful
Sitting, wasting every day away
Is a waste at all
Is not beautiful
Sitting, wasting every day away
Is a waste at all
If I can’t be happy
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