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Grapefruit
02:56
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My skin swells up to blister blue and I'm so sick of talking to you.
I don't know why. I don't know why.
Get panic attacks from holding hands. Run my fingers down your back bend.
I don't know why. I don't know why.
What do I do when I fall in love?
What do I do when I find someone?
And that's when I remember everybody dies. That's when I bought these blackout blinds.
I don't know why. I don't know why.
How come everybody keeps calling me Sean? I eat Grapefruit on the front lawn.
I don't know why. I don't know why.
What do I do when I fall in love?
What do I do when I find someone?
Pick up the limbs I let fall off
Or we are all gonna fall down.
I can't feel my heart beat any faster since you've been gone.
And I don't know if I can ever go back there and I don't know.
What do I do if I fall in love?
What do I do if I find someone?
What do I do if I fall in love?
What do I do if I find someone?
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Pepsi Smash, 2006
03:22
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The sound drew in closer through my roving mind
And I felt so incompetent, I wanted to die.
I asked once again “Do you want me to leave?”
But you kept saying nothing.
And I was dripping tears on you Dad's couch.
And all the wrong words kept leaking from my mouth.
So I stopped walking and I stopped writing songs,
Create nothing around me but you're ghost in the hall.
I've never been so scared of the bees and the birds,
The sirens in the parking lot, the pictures of her.
So I begged you to stay, stay, stay, stay.
But you didn't so I pray, pray, pray, prayed.
I've got to see you now, now, now, now
Or I am not coming back.
The lines run parallel, I sit by myself
With fifty parallel lives that ran away with themselves.
In a moment I'll get darker than I ever have before.
The world is fine without you in it.
It's probably best without you in it.
There is a flow to keep you in it.
I cannot live without you in it.
I've got to learn to find my limit.
I've got to learn to take what I'm given.
I've got to learn to hide my accent.
I've got to learn to be more patient.
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3. |
Years & Years & Years
03:21
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I can't count on you to stay,
Keep me around either way.
Are you who you say you are?
Your bullshit friends; your shooting stars.
But he is still dead sure
There's something in the water that he drinks.
Still locks his front door.
There's nothing really left to do but sink.
Fell so hard I cracked my tooth.
Neurotic child with cheap haiku's.
Drag me out; back to the couch.
Another year spent on my mouth.
But he is still dead sure
There's something in the water that he drinks.
Still locks his front door.
There's nothing really left to do but sink.
I haven't been happy
For years and years and years and years and years.
I haven't been happy
For years and years and years and years and years.
It's hard to fake this smile
When he looks just like you.
It's time you met your child
With all he's been through.
It's hard to keep you healthy
When I look just like you.
These vices tie me down
But they won't help you.
Create a place
For us to live.
Another year;
A life to live.
But he is still dead sure
There's something in the water that he drinks.
Still locks his front door.
There's nothing really left to do but sink.
I haven't been happy
For years and years and years and years and years.
I haven't been happy
For years and years and years and years and years.
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4. |
Grandma Sweater
02:39
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After all these years in your Grandma sweater.
Don't be scared to speak up if you're unsure.
The seasons change but stubborn people still get bored.
Did you really think that we could get better?
Don't be scared to speak up if you're unsure.
The seasons change but stubborn people still get bored.
You still roam these streets in your Grandma Sweater.
You watch too many horror movies, you're scared of the snow.
I'm scared of it too but I could never stand the cold.
Did you ever try to make yourself better?
Your innocence died when you were fourteen years old.
I want to help you but I could never stand the cold.
Do you fear death?
Yes, I have to.
I'll never let you go.
But when you say that I'm holding on
Is it for all of the right reasons?
Hey!
I can say what I want.
I will write it all down.
I don't like the start of me and you.
I keep talking out loud.
I will write it all down.
I don't like the start of me and you.
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Sarah, We're Sinking!
03:39
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At least she thought she wanted something more.
But in the end she'd run away or get bored.
She only wanted to go get high.
I always want to; is that a pipe dream?
At the end of the hall I can see the beach.
My mother requests this change of scenery
So she won't be scared no more to go outside.
I didn't cry at my Uncle's funeral.
I'm not sure if I can do this. The world behind your eyes.
I'm not sure it we'll get through this. The life we left behind.
I've had these nightmares; they keep getting worse.
I cried in the ward then I approach this nurse.
The girl in that room right there needs your help.
Please push the buttons. We have a system.
I'm not sure if I can do this. The world behind your eyes.
I'm not sure it we'll get through this. The life we left behind.
Let me brush away your eye lash. We'll be together soon.
Memories from this bus crash. A joke that's lost on you.
But you wanted something more.
Let's find a place somewhere to be alone.
And you thought love was a chore
That you could not be happy somewhere else.
All of the good parts have disappeared.
Laid out on my back it all seems so unclear.
Your body's a ruin where I can hide.
I always want to; I'm glad I found you.
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