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The Meetup
03:23
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I bought this street lamp just to put on my corner
In case you get too shy to walk me home.
I care a little too much for you darling
I’ve collected all these glories for years, why should I stop here?
First you should know
All the ways this thing could go
If you plan to take me home
Cuz oooo I can’t play it cool
I don’t really know if I am the martyr
But the flames I swallow now are so much hotter
You could make me laugh all day if you wanted
And I think you kinda want to but oh God those flames, they’re uncontained
First you should know
All the ways this thing could go
If you plan to take me home
Cuz oooo I can’t play it cool
I enjoy the way you hold your shoulders
Like something’s always just about to go out
These interstitial plans, we’re overthinking
Well maybe like your joints, we should go out.
First let me know, how you want this thing to go
And please don’t say no.
Cuz oooo I think you’re so cool
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2. |
Inhale
03:43
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Were you banking on the sunrise, to try and set this scene right?
Do we come like pairs in pieces?
Scatter me, scatter me.
And as I was traveling on, did you bother to learn my song?
So concerned with what you know, you're gonna be alright if you
Inhale...
For each novel's aching fodder. And the convalescent daughter. For the prophets on the street ends. And how kisses make our knees bend.
The serenades grow stranger still. Don't wait till you can fit the bill. Go ahead and shine away. You're gonna be just fine if you
Inhale...
Nothing feels like taking back the bones that build you up.
We're not always sure of the attack. The broader plan and such. But like breath we come and go, forgetting what we know.
Inhale...
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3. |
Spelling Lesson
02:57
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I’m pickin’ at my veins again, sometimes we get confused.
You lost the mixtape I made for you, I feel subtly abused, don’t you?
She’s the greatest thing, you’ve ever seen, and the world’s quick to agree. I guess I saw this coming, but you did look good on me, briefly.
But all the things that you want me to be, are just not in my vocabulary. We’re all made from the truths that we saved, from the flood or the fire, that’s just the way people are.
I’m tearing off all the chipping paint, from the walls around my chest. But your paper thin commitment, showed who you liked best. And I’m spent.
You come in with all your gold, showin’ off your love. But you got no idea what you’re missing here. At least that’s what my friends say, enough.
Cuz all the things, that you want me to be, are just not in my vocabulary. We’re all made from the truths that we saved, from the flood or the fire, that’s just the way people are.
I liked, those things you said when you were drunk in bed.
If it, wasn’t for words I wouldn’t get so disturbed.
It’s just I wonder if I’ll ever be that to someone, I wonder if I’ll ever be that to someone, I wonder if I’ll ever be that to you.
But all the things that you want me to be are just not in my vocabulary, we’re all made from the truths that we saved, from the flood or the fire, that’s just the way we are
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4. |
Monday Song
03:32
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I really wanted you to know me
But now I wanna unlearn you
I wanna blank out all your intravenous love songs
And return the shirt that you left in my room.
But it’s true, part of me stuck in your wounds
And if you knew, you’d be sticking to me too
Not that it matters, I’m sure you’ll have your heart broken someday too.
I wanna write songs, that are better than yours
I wanna be so well in tune.
Want you to admit all your not so good intentions.
And tell me that I’m speaking too soon
But it’s true, part of me stuck in your wounds
And if you knew, you’d be sticking to me too
Not that it matters, I’m sure you’ll have your heart broken someday too.
Let me know, right where it hurts the most
So I can rub some salt in, before it’s closed
Maybe I’ll find, another thing to get me high
But I was never much for changing minds
But it’s true, part of me stuck in your wounds
And if you knew, you’d be sticking to me too
Not that it matters, I’m sure you’ll have your heart broken someday too.
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5. |
Old Religion
04:34
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Where are you headed with, your scriptures and your booze?
Well you’re comin’ all this way for love but you weren’t really made for love, were you?
You were the mess I made, I had to see you through,
Well, you’re comin all this way for love, but you don’t wanna stay for love do you?
But give me some old religion, I wanna believe, you bled me out for something, you could achieve.
Give me that old religion, let’s go down to the wounded man, where you can buy a revival, and breathe again.
I left you all my misery, to decorate your room, well we waited very long for this, but we were not made for this were we.
And in my mind’s eye you declined, all the way I wanted to help you.
Your diamonds you can keep them, I don’t wanna see them.
But give me some old religion, I wanna believe, you bled me out for something, you could achieve.
Give me that old religion, let’s go down, to the wounded man, where you can buy a revival and breathe again.
And if I ever should falter, from these things I made.
I’ll go right up to the altar, call a spade a spade.
With my robes all frayed.
And all the ones that I forgave.
Give me that old religion, I wanna believe, you bled me out for something, you could achieve. Give me some old religion, let’s go down to the wounded man, where you can buy a revival, and breathe again.
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6. |
Palisades
04:18
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Palisades,
that I built into a home, they are wilting slow.
Running in, we’re the outcast's reverie, everything stardust should be.
If you should feel, you’re getting tired.
If you should feel you need to be admired...
I hope I might do.
I think I might do.
If you learn the sky is just a hair too far, I hope you’ll find your happier where you are and that you’ll think I might do.
Saturdays when we dressed up in the sand, hold the ocean in your hand, you’re pretty there.
Breathe it in, cuz it’s never quite as you pictured it, but life is more than the frame it’s in.
The castles we made, it’s getting past their bedtime.
And fortresses fade, as you return to my eyes.
And I hope I might do,
I think I might really do.
If you learn the sky is just a hair too far, I hope you’ll find you’re happier where you are and that you’ll think I might do.
Palisades, that I built into a home, they are wilting, slow.
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