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town crier
03:05
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lingered in the doorway
I tried so hard to seem so effortless
I doubted all of my chirping
As though my words were the parts that mattered
Pay me attention
Agree with the sentiment
Bat an eyelash
My boy said that I seemed
older than the girls my age
Who fixed my in the bathroom where i lay crying screaming crazy
Wah Wah Wah Wah
Please prove to me
That it wasn't just all my fault
Look at how much i've grown
Now i spend all of my time alone
Unidolize
And practice self forgiveness
Look at how much i've grown
Now i spend all of my time alone
I was
Spending every weekend on my knees
praising you
As you faced the altar I’d look for your eyes in
Which was the mirror on your desk
Self-assurdness seemed conceited
Something no one wants to be
Lets gather round the ashtray
Who’s the next top sad-sack
Wah wah wah wah
Please prove to me
That it wasn't just all my fault
Look at how much i've grown
Now i spend all of my time alone
Unidolize
And practice self forgiveness
Look at how much i’ve grown
Now i spend all of my time alone
There’s a name I keep repeating
Shut me up with lips & limerence
Cure heartbreak in the arms of my next loss
I’ll put the shovel down
Then i’ll stop digging
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2. |
Tiger Beetle
02:36
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Wait
effervescence loses it’s charm as time goes by
It wouldn't kill me to say no sometimes.
If you don’t know who you are then you cant fight back
If you don’t know who you are then you can’t fight back
It takes one
To know one
Stay the night
And dance circles all around me won’t you baby?
I could be just like you
if you wanted me to be
If you don’t know who you are then you can’t fight back
If you don’t know who you are then you can’t fight back
It takes one
To know one
I took the waiver
& signed underneath the dotted line
Give in to the silence that you only hear late at night
I’m so late
And I never returned your call
If I can’t do it right then I’d rather not try at all
If you don’t know who you are then you can’t fight back
If you don’t know who you are then you can’t fight back
It takes one
To know one
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soup
03:32
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I was running in circles
I thought there was a finish line
I got tired of running
Where’s my consolation prize?
I don’t think you’re really broken
I just kinda think you’re fucked
If you wanna start over baby
I wish you the best of luck
There;s still so much left to do
There’s still so much left to do
They’re still sold out
Of the soup we used to buy
Stare down the blank space in the aisle
That’s been there since last july
There;s still so much left to do
There’s still so much left to do
Locked eyes with the stranger
Who still makes my blood run cold
When did you get so small?
Uncanny same as it always was
I don’t think you’re really broken
I just kinda think I’m fucked
If you wanna start over baby
I wish you the best of luck
There;s still so much left to do
There’s still so much left to do
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4. |
inchworm
03:05
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Stroke the inchworm on my finger
Soft & fleshy to the touch
Watched his body concave inwards
& now i’m holding all his guts
They’re only hands
They’re only hands
They’re only hands
How do I break everything I touch?
If i could snap my pinkie finger
As easy as a carrot
Than how could it be
The weapon of a killer?
Chartreuse sludge drapes down my finger
Is that the colour of your blood?
How many nerves could such a tiny body hold?
Was i the last thing that you saw?
They’re just my hands
They’re just my hands
They’re just my hands
How do I break everything I touch?
If i could snap my pinkie finger
As easy as a carrot
Than how could it be
The weapon of a killer
I carry you with me
Inside the ridges in the cloth of my corduroys
On my thighs.
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5. |
oh well
03:33
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Scaled the wall
In through my bedroom window
I'll be a punchline and a kiss for free
She’ll swear it's just another one-time-fling
Everyone must be sick of how my voice
Sounds saying her name
Swearing up and down that this is just what good friends do
To think anything else would just make me delusional
I wish I hadn't said that part out loud
I think i like you way too much
I think i like you more than i'm allowed
Oh well
Yesterday's next big thing
And tomorrow's new has been
Both know what goes up must come down in time
Her real boyfriend’s the jealous type
A waist-grabber when he thinks he sees a threat
The sting sunk in watching him watch us kiss
I wish I hadn't said that part out loud
I think i like you way too much
I think i like you more than i'm allowed
Part of me’s still drying on her floor
I miss the things that good friends do
Jumped the bullet just to bite the gun
I wish I hadn't said that part out loud
I think i like you way too much
I think i like you more than i'm allowed
Part of me’s still drying on her floor
I miss the things that good friends do
Jumped the bullet just to bite the gun
Oh well
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6. |
recluse
02:57
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sweat
spite
& boredom
killed Recluse the Entertainer
while i steered from the passenger side
arm over the spot where our fingers first touched
when his truck spun out
No forgiveness
No resentment
Nothing but the sense that we’re still tied
I swore I’d settle up with you
It still hurts
It just hurts less over time
Virtuoso’s wasted potential
That boys nothing if not self-made
He hurled obscenities
As i plucked out mirror shards out of his skin
he must like blood
he must like bad luck
cuz he stepped right into it
No forgiveness
No resentment
Nothing but the sense that we’re still tied
I swore I’d settle up with you
It still hurts
It just hurts less over time
everybody knew
but nobody said anything or knew what to do
sometimes i ask myself
If you knew that i was
scared of you
did you scare you too?
Or are you really just that sick?
He must like blood
The more I know the worse it gets
I wish that I knew nothing at all
I swore I’d settle up with you
Swore I’d settle up with you
I swore i’d settle up with you
It still hurts
It just hurts less over time
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bugsy Minneapolis, Minnesota
he must like blood, he must like bad luck
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indie-rock-adjacent
minneapolis, MN
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