1. |
fear olympics
04:02
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i'm breathing out because
breathing in is way too hard
i'm leaving now because I'd rather stand in the yard
than talk to your friends, or your friends' friends
and I already forgot their names again
(sorry about that)
i'll tell you things are different now
than how you know they've always been
maybe you should just leave now
and take all of your stupid friends
and i don't care how you feel
i just wanna already be home
and shut the door and close my eyes
and get high in my room alone
all these nights, they always
end the same way for me
a spinning head, some soaked-through shoes
i smell like beer, i lost my keys
i don't wanna hear about the nights you spent abroad
you're still a boring person
and i don't think that will ever change at all
i'll tell you things are different now
than how you know they've always been
maybe you should just leave now
and take all of your stupid friends
and i don't care how you feel
i just wanna already be home
and shut the door and close my eyes
and get drunk in my room alone
i'm so sick of being fake
i'm so sick of being lame
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2. |
focus energy
02:29
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i lose myself every weekend
and i've got nothing to believe in
as the cigarettes and sad songs
whisper out my window
if you saw me from the outside
hunched over the glow of a backlight
trying to try to look alive
let me type just one more line
i knew what you were thinking, that i'm not the friend that you wanted anymore
you tried so hard to convince me saying i'm the one you need to speak for
i lose my keys every weekend
somewhere near woodbine and 56th
i drink fake praise, washing down the words
just like when i used to go to church
it feels like i'm watching from the outside
maybe because i always try to hide
from the cold november kind of nights
finding misplaced meanings to our lives
i knew what you were thinking, that i'm not the friend that you wanted anymore
you tried so hard to convince me saying i'm the one you need to speak for
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3. |
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the windows fog and a train rolls by
i'm counting seconds to kill the time
all these people here they laugh and drink
while my head is spinning down the sink
three beers in and i've lost my mind
this hazy room, these bloodshot eyes
it's been three months or maybe four
i remember everyone staring at the floor
eight beers in and i've lost my mind they
say these things happen all the time
what am i supposed to do with that
looking for a reason while my lungs collapse
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4. |
emaciated
03:27
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if i starve myself
will people like me better
will i fit right in just like a well-worn sweater
and all the cordial conversation insulates me just like wool
now that i think about it
it's funny you should ask
too busy sweating all the small stuff
that i forgot to swap the glass
to a lens where i could see more than what's right in front of me
i know that's not the answer that you were fishing for
but i'll still hang tight here and hide behind these metaphors until
it all melts away
tell me what it's like to feel like someone else
i am just some apparition sitting, watching from a shelf, oh well
moving through this sea of people like i am unaware
of all the quiet expectations behind these half-drunk stares
waiting all but patiently for someone to entertain
i didn't say i hate it
everyone needs a release
this pent, frustrated friction
longing for just a little grease
tell me what it's like to feel like someone else
i am just some apparition sitting, watching from a shelf, oh well
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5. |
ceiling
03:16
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i haven't gone to buy
any food in a month
living off of wheat thins, coffee, and pot
i love the smell of smoke
i love my burning lungs
i'm cool with metaphors that come off as overdone
which then calls to mind
the thought of you and me
exchanging memories adjacent to your christmas tree
you know it's shifting now
from what it was before
to me a burden more than you ever bargained for
i haven't slept in days
i'm a fucking mess
i can't even get myself to get out of my bed
i'm scared now
just like i've always been
i can't seem to get a hold of any of my friends
either way i still feel alone
it's only when i wake up, come to
and all these miles keep me from you
do you know how i'm feeling
it's like i'm sinking down to the floor
do you know how i'm sinking
and you are my ceiling
look how far i fell
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6. |
highland
02:58
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you're all regrets and I
think you knew
nothing fits you the way
bitter flows off you
your spoiled secrets and your
plan unglued
attempts at forced divide fall apart on you
all that talk of leaving town
spinning circles, trending down
you never say me the way
you see things through
at that rapid pace i spent it all on you
but you don't love me the way that i love you
i'm chasing a feeling that you never had in the first place
all that talk of leaving town
spinning circles trending down
(shred break)
you gave up on me
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7. |
mirror
03:24
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the only thing i hate more than you is my mirror
drawing my eyes to the things i don't like about me
all those friends that ask if i'm alright
lower my gaze and lie through my teeth
the only thing i hate more than me is my mirror
giving me fuel for my self-destructive flames
maybe i'll break it or maybe i'll turn it around
21 years of bad luck, what's 7 more?
all those friends that ask if i'm alright
not quite but i will be
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8. |
back bar flop
03:04
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tell your friends
i tried to go out
but i'm anxious, too drunk, and my feet don't work
i think i'll just lay down
tall drink of wine
held to your chest
all your friends left for the back of the bar
now tell me who is left
i know i said i'd be there sooner
but i'm not the best at keeping up with you
and it all falls through
i didn't mean for you to see me like this
here at my low point
well i guess that's it
i'm down here quite a bit
urban decay
and sour mix
your fair-weather friends and their
social politics
you call your mom
but she's not home
your dial tone
tells you you're alone
i know i said i'd be there sooner
but i'm not the best at keeping up with you
and it all falls through
i didn't mean for you to see me like this
here at my low point
well i guess that's it
i'm down here quite a bit
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9. |
rink
03:53
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there's something about
trying to tell someone
how much they've saved you
and how they grip your collar to hold you back from the edge
and i can't describe
that one fleeting moment
where it's just you and me
and a couch and a movie
i'm falling asleep
i have everything i told myself i wanted
so why doesn't anything feel right
there's something about an empty road
as you follow it home
kicking gravel and stones
into potholes and storm drains
how i wish it would rain today
my skies are all gray anyway
and you crash in
my thunder and lightning
you are everything i told myself i wanted
you're the only thing that feels right
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