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Drunk Friend At 2am
03:40
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Hey, it's late. You're great. Come inside. You're fine.
I've got you on my mind.
You're great. I am a mistake.
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Acid Wash
04:03
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You are something to be proud of. You're in, into my mind clique. I still believe I am out there, floating through your messy hair.
We will dance with broken toes. We will sing with ulcers in our mouths. We will move through the pointed arrows. We will rise from the grave of doubt.
Weave my ribcage into, a quilt to keep you warm. Untie my legs from each other. Blue lips, but I still miss the kiss, the lover.
We will dance with broken toes. We will sing with ulcers in our mouths. We will move through the pointed arrows. We will rise from the grave of doubt.
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Fidget
04:31
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4. |
By My Side
04:30
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We can fall asleep on your basement floor. You can talk to me and tell me what you adore. I never wanna seem like I am too on-board. Can you get to me if I am out the door?
I like the silence, but I don't know how to communicate it. I like your eyelids, and I hope that I'm behind them.
You can take me down to the punk rock show. You don't know how long it's been since I was not alone. I don't wanna stay all by myself again. If you're free and you want me then come on in.
I'd do anything, to make you feel happy. I'd sing any melody to help you get to sleep.
I don't wanna, go home tonight. Do you wanna, lay by my side?
I would sing to you over the telephone. You're looking baby blue but I am monochrome. I swear that I could fit into the holes of your jeans, so pick another t-shirt and wear it with me.
I don't wanna, go home tonight. Do you wanna, lay by my side?
We can fall asleep on your basement floor, touch me like you know me and I'll lock the door.
I don't wanna, go home tonight. Do you wanna, lay by my side?
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5. |
Boy
02:58
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Tap on the clock. Turn off the lights. Open the door. And my eyes.
Open my skin, and pour, yourself in.
When you overdose, I know what to do. You're so comatose, boy I love you.
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Control
05:08
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They're all in love with the way that she smiles, like a jumper by the balcony. She's in love with the colors of her bruises, they remind her of Monet and limousines.
Let me take control, I know, I know, where I wanna go.
Placed on his forearms were the worst scars I had ever seen, and I've seen some bad ones, believe you me. The mosh pit knocked me down to my knees, and he helped me back up steadily to my feet.
Let me take control, I know, I know, where I wanna go.
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7. |
Prettiest Thing
05:41
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I'm lying on your floor, and you open my wounds. You take advantage of the shit I do.
Don't say anything unless you want to be provoking, the hands that silence you. The hands, the hands, that give me use.
I'm only happy when I'm in somebody's arms, I dance with demons and they tell me that I'm not in charge. You're so inviting, I wish you would invite me too. You are so special but I'm only special when I'm with you.
You look at me like I'm the prettiest thing, on this side of town. I'm alright, alright? But I might let you down.
I'm only happy when I'm in somebody's arms, I dance with demons and they tell me that I'm not in charge. You're so inviting, I wish you would invite me too. You are so special but I'm only special when I'm with you.
Do you know what? Know what?
You don't care what I want.
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8. |
Minx
04:25
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He always wants a pretty girl, to stand by him and let him own her. He always needs a little girl, on her knees, lives in other worlds.
We've got the time so let it out, from her brown eyes and quiet mouth. She let's it fall so gracelessly, her body stains so she sleeps on the streets.
He pulls her hair back behind her ear, he says you're fine, none of that matters here. We've got the time so let it out. Her brown eyes cry and she starts to shout, I'm always wanted never needed, you like my body but my brains depleted, I don't have time to let it out. He says let's fuck, she leaves and wanders downtown. He wants a toy all to his own, she wants a voice but it isn't strong enough.
She's ripping up the pages of her journal, she's always delivered to another owner.
He's always there when she needs him, to comb her hair or his false affection. He watches her like a vulture, she's almost dead anyway. Why wait? Dig in. Take it.
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Pinpoint
03:41
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I lost my will to live. I broke a hundred mirrors.
You don't want this.
When you go, will you know? Will you remember me?
You know what you want.
You don't want this.
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Comfort You
03:26
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It's only five in the morning and I am awake, and boy I am ready to get going wherever we may. Douse me in cheap perfume and secondhand cigarette smoke. Watch as I glisten in the sunrise, my neck cradled under your elbow.
I am quite endeared by the feeling that I will someday go, away forever but I'll crawl back to your window, and whisper softly we will surely sink, but it's not the morning darling, don't worry about a thing.
Watch as all the pieces fall out of place. Isn't it beautiful how everything is a mistake? I'd like to tell you that you're better without all your drugs and things, but it's not my place to correct everyone, but
when he's sober he's so lovely.
And though I know I'm not nearly perfect, but I will try to comfort you until the end. And it's not nearly worth it, but I will try to comfort you until the end. And I know that it's not nearly perfect, but I will try to comfort you until the end.
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Dirty Eyes
05:07
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Take my thoughts and turn them into something better, take me apart brick by brick and write a letter. Write me a story made out of all my failures, break me I'm boring, then put me back together.
Get inside, get inside, my dirty mind, my dirty eyes 2x
Fix my brain, patch it up with duct tape, before it, leaks again, and all my shitty thoughts go all over the place.
Suicidal, arrogant child. But only on the bad days. Do I feel like I'm that way? Do you feel like I'm that way? Do you feel, feel feel, okay?
Get inside, get inside, my dirty mind, my dirty eyes 2x
Put me out on display, and tell me that I'm pretty. Shut up and be okay, one time is not too many.
I half forgot, I want to a lot, have you forgot, what I'm not?
I half forgot, love you a lot, have you forgot, what I'm not?
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12. |
Like You
04:15
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Call your girlfriend back, she's been waiting up, but you ignore the texts, 'cause you don't know how to show anyone love. Fuck.
Look at all the things, you had when you were young, now they're memories, and you only want to be done.
I played your song again, self-deprivations blow. I sang it to myself, so that no one would know, that I love your heart, and everything you strive to do, but I tear me apart, I destroy the same way you do.
I want to, be like you, I want you, leave me used.
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13. |
Blistering Away
06:12
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I'm sick to death of my insides.
I'm sick of my nerves and pleasure points.
I'm sick of my lack of enzymes.
I'm sick of being what rusts your joints.
How can I come to save you from blistering away? You love the girl whose throat bleeds and never learned to stay.
I'm sick to death of my body.
I'm sick of my hair, lips, and face.
And when I beg you to fix me,
You know what you've gotta say.
Please don't call me your darling.
We both know I'm inflamed.
I drip with acid and it stings,
The cuts and scratches I made.
How can I come to save you from blistering away? You love the girl whose throat bleeds and never learned to stay.
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I'm the product, of obsession. I'm an advertisement. I'm the mouth that, bites the hands that, feeds me diet pills and cocaine. Keep this little body running, from the men who call her honey.
Would you carry me to bed, if I crashed on the couch? Would you care if I were dead? I think I should go home now. Do you really wanna know, why I won't pick up my telephone? Do you really wanna see, all the shit I say about myself? I don't know any better.
I wanna play in your backyard. I wanna kiss on your front porch step, but I am far from being young. Living only to forget.
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Drug Addict
03:48
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16. |
Sandbank
03:39
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I don't know where I will go, but I know I'll follow you. I will be a smaller clone, of what you've gotten used to. I don't know where I will be, but I know that they won't miss me. I belong in someone's garage, on a fuzzy antenna TV. My voice is on the news, my face on channel 2. I can always be near you, but only if you want me to.
I am really quite bizarre, on my own every night. I will never get that far, never see the brighter side.
I dream in black and blue, swing my body over a bridge, just to go where you've gone too, just to die where you have lived.
I don't know where I will go, but I know I'll follow you. I will be a smaller clone, of what you've gotten used to
I was too scared to go down, follow them into the sandbank. My mind was on the bridge, swinging over a roaring lake.
Come with me and you'll be safe, get your mind off of the bridge. I will not go down this way, maybe it's good that I lived.
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