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Tiny Sounds
02:58
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Fuck these little things
That keep catching my ear
I didn't ask for these subtleties
If I had it my way
They'd be gone completely
Bright specks that distract from a silence
Like a dirt that peppers
A trash bag drumhead
Arrhythmia
Ooo
I don't see the art in it
(Do you see it?
I don't see it
I've been trying really hard
And frankly it doesn't make any sense)
They'd be gone completely
So I place white teeth into the
Centers of my ears
Until the rhythms become clear
I'm a distracted audience member
There's no heart in the mundane
And it doesn't mean a thing
Ba da ba da ba da
Fuck all these little things
They'd be gone completely
Ba da ba ba da
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2. |
Depakote
02:19
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Conceding variety
For a bi-weekly thirty-five dollars
So come over next week for bland pasta
The messy graphite of my reused grocery list
Next to a paper prescription script
I'm running really fast, leaned forward
Tall, sharp grass cutting my arms and legs
I don't care really
My shoes are too small and they hurt my feet
We could never afford new ones
I don't care really
It was good to see you then
It's hard to see you now
Pills and figure eights
In a blank stare
In an argument
Cause at this point honestly
I don't care (Hah, hah, hah)
Honestly (Hah, hah, hah)
I don't care really (Hah, hah, hah)
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3. |
It's Everything
04:17
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Patching up apartment walls
Another lease, another season
Cardboard compartments for it all
One more excuse, another reason
Hole in the door reminds me that
They all tend to keep a secret
That Wüsthof was from your dad
Stained with more than one regret
And I can't seem to let go of the things I hold
That faded mug was on display
Farmer's market with my mother
Wrap the glass so it won't break
They say the clay reflects the potter
Empty the ashes from the tray
The smoke it complements the bottle
Our vices tangled in that way
Sometimes two heads just makes it harder
And I can't seem to let go of the things I hold
And I can't seem to let go of the things I hold
It's everything I ever said and everything I ever did
It's everything I never said and everything I never did
It's everything I ever said and everything I ever did
It's everything I left unsaid said it's everything I left undid
It's everything I ever said and everything I ever did
It's everything I never said and everything I never did
It's everything I ever said and everything I ever did
It's everything I left unsaid said it's everything I left undid
It's everything I ever said and everything I ever did
It's everything I never said and everything I never did
It's everything I ever said and everything I ever did
It's everything I left unsaid said it's everything I left undid
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4. |
Get to the Moon
05:05
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I'm begging for
A northern wind to come
And blow from my ears the plastic
Subject myself to a randomness
I've become a slave to the part of my mind that demands shortcuts to pleasures
Therefore I
Have allowed myself to become abandoned by the people that
I could have loved
And could have loved
Me
I could have loved
And could have loved
Me
The initial serotonin release of a success
We're ecstatic for sure
But it's quickly sobering
By the thought of "oh shit
All I have to look forward to now is varying degrees of this!"
Cue the worthwhile moments
Ba ba da ba da ba da da
Ba ba da ba da ba da da
Ba ba da ba da ba da da
Ba da da da da da da da
So somebody shoot me while I'm happy!
Before I ever want it so bad
But this'll never happen again
So somebody shoot me while I'm happy!
Ba ba da ba da ba da ba
Ba ba da ba da ba da ba
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5. |
Blue Skies
01:57
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I hope there's a blue sky
Hope there's a blue sky
I hope there's a blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
I hope there's a blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
I hope there's a blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
Hope there's a blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
In hopes of a blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
I hope there's a blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
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I've been
Having trouble trusting
The sounds coming out of my mouth
There's no sun behind anybody's lips
I've been swimming in a cold sweat
Trying to find it
I've been (Trying to find it)
Having trouble trusting
The sounds coming out of my mouth (Trying to find it)
There's no sun behind anybody's lips
I've been swimming in a cold sweat
Trying to find it
I've been (Trying to find it)
Having trouble trusting
The sounds coming out of my mouth (Trying to find it)
So don't take it personally when I say
I don't feel comfortable sharing one skin
We both know
I'm having trouble moving in the one that I was given
I've been (Trying to find it)
Having trouble trusting
The sounds coming out of my mouth (Trying to find it)
Having trouble...
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7. |
Punch
05:32
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Sitting still
In cold water
Getting chills
Blurring out
For six hours
Just tugging at loose ends
Oh I'm lost in thought
('Cause how am I supposed to get outside of my head
When I find my mouth so unreliable?
And I know how it sounds
Cold rhetoric and excuses
Studying one another's features
Lost papers in time)
Dial tone
Or her vitals
One by one
Spilling out
And pour over
Spread across the floor
Oh I'm lost in thought
Oh I'm lost in thought
A chain, a padlock
Past mistakes weigh me down
An ocean, decisions
Full bathtub, I could drown
A blade, an exit
Sharp objects, call in sick
A pen, and paper
Disappointment, red lipstick
A chain, a padlock
Past mistakes weigh me down
An ocean, decisions
Full bathtub, I could drown
A blade, an exit
Sharp objects, call in sick
A pen, and paper
Disappointment, red lipstick
Red lipstick
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8. |
Morning Shower
02:40
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Sun rays
They wake me up
The angles in blinds leave shadows
In dark valley sheets across the length
Of your body
I love how eight hours of sleep makes you
Smell so
Human
I love how eight hours of sleep makes you
Smell so
Human
I wanna run away
From sunsets
Despite I've learned this kind of warmth
Never lasts
Taking preemptive steps
To compensate for a rotation that's too fast to see
A rotation that's too fast to see
A rotation that's too fast
Ba da ba ba da da
Ba da ba ba da da
I loved how eight hours of sleep made you
Smell so
Human
I loved how eight hours of sleep made you
Smell so
Human
I loved how eight hours of sleep made you
Smell so
Human
I loved how eight hours of sleep made you
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9. |
Bright Specks
00:35
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10. |
The Definition of Weeds
02:38
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Counter clockwise turn ourselves back
And like babies out with the boring
From everything
Revisiting old thoughts with new friends
A chorus of warm bugs soft brag and
Outroars of laughs
Then comes that itch reminding you that there's a future
But our noses peek from the weeds
I refuse to say we pursued this
I'm feeling down looking up
I think that I've had enough
Stop and say
There isn't any sense in it if it's got an end to it
We've been drowning in the thickness
Cause how am I supposed to enjoy this moment
If I can't convince myself of it's efficacy
But in the present we feel happy
So that that itchy grass doesn't bother anybody
We've been
Tricked into thinking that every tall piece of grass is weeds
Beautiful things but useless outside of intent
So address the person in charge of defining all things
Laugh it all off when it's you pointing right back at yourself
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11. |
Look Up
03:38
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My pride preys for
Amplification and real big wide lenses
But mortality disagrees
The heart counts down its beats
My heart counts down its beats
You can choose
To scrape away the patterns from your shoes
Because you know that eventually
Those patterns will wash away
So lose yourself
In the maze that fits in the space where the second hand starts
And finishes
(Wooh!)
The shortest interval on your wrist
I guarantee you that down the line
You will come back to it
Therein's your blue sky
Therein's your blue sky
Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies / In a smell, in a smile, in a sound)
Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
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