1. |
Preface
01:29
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2. |
Hurtful Dirt
03:01
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christmas i got the gift of oh fuck
i am so damn lonely all the time
if i were a vampire
i would be the only one alive
if i was a skeleton
you could find me buried in your yard
i will die, become a ghost,
haunt you and watch you in the dark
chorus:
your smoky eyes
are keeping me awake tonight
i can't sleep so
i think i'll start to drink
your smoke-filled eyes
are burning my house down tonight
i can't sleep so
i think i'll start to drink
i got dressed up as fuck me
i can't believe i feel this way again
if i was just a thought,
could i take up space inside your head?
i recall the red lines forming
in the whites of your auburn eyes
even though we don't talk
i hope you know i hope you never die
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3. |
Trails
02:14
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4. |
Swollen Foot
02:36
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chorus:
i feel like i'm the dad of oedipus
and you were always bound to put
that stake into my chest tonight
i feel like i'm the fucked up shit you see
when you close your eyes, go to sleep
i think i'll haunt your dreams tonight
does what i'm doing qualify
as living or slow suicide
i'll peel myself off this couch
and see how far i can swim
the lactic acid in my legs
lacks the accent of the waves
i'm pushed around and washed ashore
wake up covered in the sand
everyone i love gets sick
everyone i love doesn't feel ok
everyone i love is a ghost
and i do not believe in ghosts
everyone i love's a ghost and i don't believe in ghosts
everyone i love's a ghost and i don't believe in ghosts
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5. |
Interlude
01:56
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french toast mixed with fluvoxamine
it's breakfast time and i can't eat
i wish i had clever words
i'd talk to you in the rain
do you like attack of the clones?
is the only thing i can say
pork loin mixed with pruvoxetine
it's dinner time and i can't eat
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6. |
Suburban
04:28
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i can see my bones
i can feel them through my skin
they're grinding against this seat again
i am just a cat
with a dead rat in my mouth
scratching holes in your new screen door
can you hear my bones
breaking through my skin
i think it's time we speak again
chorus:
can this be the suburbs
in the summer sun
hamlet in the suburban summer
in the sun
you can define me
in just a few letters
i hear them screamed in my mind all day
my skin feels tight one day
then it's falling off the next
twice a week i swear i'll never speak again
the best day of my life
was three hours spent
in a grocery store bathroom with a pen
writing my thoughts down
then flushing them away
i felt clean for the first time
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7. |
Toledo
02:32
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8. |
Week 48
02:52
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i listened to kissing the lipless
with my windows down
in a high school parking lot
and i thought that made me cool
that was just the other day
i woke up sweaty
and not remembering
any of my already upsetting dreams
where you don't remember me
i can't wait 'til i'm asleep
i stopped eating
i couldn't think about sleeping
for at least the first 3 weeks after we stopped speaking
not much has changed
we're on week 48
a week ago i choked
i haven't eaten since
i finished my drink
around 6 or 7 in the a.m.
and then i poured another
i'm sorry mother
i might not ever wake up
a week ago i choked
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9. |
Graveyard Smash
03:58
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they cut down the tree
we used to climb
when we were still 16
and you would smoke weed with me
let's meet in the shed
in your parent's old yard
just this one last time
i don't feel good tonight
on november 23rd i fell asleep
outside in the snow
and i woke up cold and shivering
isn't that your birthday?
i can feel my warm throat
a burning sting stuck in there and
going down to my chest
i think it's coming up again
chorus:
i'm cutting off my ears tonight
i'm shaving all my hair tonight
to make me less than
the nothing i've become
you're probably having fun tonight
i'll raise you from the dead tonight
and ask you to
listen to this song
i can hear your cigarette breath
gasping for air
and you
crying in the bathroom
the thing that i fear the most
is how quickly
i could destroy me
and how afraid that makes me
i've taken my medicine
before i went up to bed
and i'm looking at your picture
this isn't going well for me
the sound of dirt shoveling
is putting me to sleep tonight
i'm breathing through a filter
i tried to draw your face today
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10. |
11/4/75
02:21
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11. |
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