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Dry Lightning!
03:25
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i missed the signal, but felt the
end of a crackling stale era
cus surely it couldn’t be just
those street lamps lighting yr face up
turnt sideways on the highway
you know what they say about virginia
now- what’s the chance we could traverse
our made-up forty-eight hours?
yr signals of ambivalence
have kept me wired the whole night since
of dumb proofs, there are so few
I would not do… just to keep up with you
cus when I tasted
the salt in yr hair
six sheets of bitterness
dissolved into thin air
fools’ classic moves held tried and true
as frantic hands tried to keep up with you
mommy tried to curb her pining
on the drive back to the island
but you blared the self-titled, so there’s no use
“oh, but a weekend’s not the record”
you said I could write it better
I just want to write it better this time
(whooooooa hey!)
I’ll scan the room at core events
with notes inside my back pockets
these fruitless pursuits make no sense
but yr mania’s contagious
so I’ll swoon by the full moon in crowded rooms, just to keep up with
reassess all presets if only I could keep up
close my red eyes tonight just to keep up with you
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no one smoking regs in the backyard
knows the debt yr in on every card
any entry job you lost
dodging tasks in the back off(ice)
sobbing in yr car fresh off the clock
he’s a tallboy deep when I walk in
I instantly take notice… *she’s* missing
yr angel face flown off yr arm
meet: canvas to project upon
but every shallow exchange will go wrong
so… honey, tell me, is she salaried?
are her invoices all paid?
does she boil pots of tea and plant trees at her parents’ house
when she’s home for the holidays?
bet she scribbles in a pink planner
folds the pages, dots her i’s
sunbeam on her perfect skin, each morning
without one extraction
well, I’m no match
oh, who could I kid, man?
I get it
we bounced over to the corner store
snuck our t-shirts passed the door
well, you asked bout my “game plan”, my ex man, my major and more
“I’m trying ‘employment’ but I can’t enjoy it
there’s tears on my post-its / gold stars on my pink slips”
can see yr head’s spinning, it’s just a few minutes!
some things better left half-said under snare hits
but is she salaried?
are her student loans all paid?
does she set a soft alarm, walk the dog
mow the leaves, rake the lawn
when she’s home on a holiday?
bet she’s out for drinks now with her boss
pitching scripts and swapping goss(ip)
bottle blonde with no damage, even ends
eats her grilled cheese with bread
my friends impressed that I got out of bed
man, I get it
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3. |
Emotional Labor Day!
02:13
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listening to yr band makes me sad
fighting with yr friends made me feel so mad
you push it just so far
pull off in yr dad’s car
listening to yr band makes me sad
sitting on the fence made me look so bad
you push it just so far
pull off in yr dad’s car
oh, I feel it coming on
ice cracking / burns the bomb
then turn to me for rules
as if I don’t have skeletons too
trade pennies for yr thoughts
trade mornings for long walks
it’s all so safe to say
when it won’t matter, anyway
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4. |
Tinceltown!
02:27
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shaky
circling ‘round yr hometown BK lot
searching for a safer place to park
but you’ve got starry eyes
and tales that looks a lot like mine
I know, I know
ruthless
youth with no diplomacy or tact
defunct- but they’ll burn me if I crack
but you’ve a heart of gold
and ten excuses getting old
I know, I know….
how sometimes things get scary
but its always me drawn red-eyed in the snow
oh, cause on this side… things get hairy
and that’s more the sorta script I can follow
cause I want yr shame
want a decade back on yr old myspace page
want the Green Day lyrics set for yr away
message, yr online girlfriend
mark the parallel fools we’ve been
I know it sounds wack.... but I want that
and if they catch you, veil pulled back
yr name drawn from a hat
I’m glad we’re both better than that
not sure what they’ll do
but if they vote to burn you, they’ll have to burn me too
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5. |
Cartoon Str8 Ppl!
03:32
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I would start the car for you
crack o' dawn, lace up my boots
fidget with a stranger’s glass doors- no key, I’m locked out
but it’s cool
we chased commercial success
on adjacent south shore carpets
now southern billboards pass, all while the package loses cash
whatever
and if I really wanted change
I would know just where to go
and if I really wanted fame
well, I can make those fall winds blow
but if it really wanted me
hope it knows just what to do
rumor has you want the past
well, I've got something better for you
“will or won’t they?” - votes the room
like teenage straights from a cartoon
and next, I’m barefoot on the high wire
poised right like old times
but that’s fine
cus ummm, if I really wanted change
I’d know damn well where to go
and if I played for instant gains
well, I’d’ve just made those fall winds blow
but if it really wanted me
….
(thank you… thank you everyone.)
hope it knows just what to do
rumor has you want the past
but I’ve got patience
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Bitch Store!
03:03
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I am not a piggy bank
however pink, round and shiny
oh, I was never in your debt
yr love is not a currency
yet, now my round belly’s full of coins
half in-tact and half digested
and if you really want ‘em back
yr sure gonna have to dig :-|
…..........
we met at the pour house
class of 14’s speakeasy
staff reserved your seat
and now the dirt taste keeps me seeing straight
for the time being
let’s see you crawl your way outta this one, hun
shoulda cleared the cache ahead (instead you)
wished I’d missed yr pointy digits
pick through my mentions
I will not bow down for a blue check
I won’t pull shades to mask these red flags
I won’t play house in a white van
or your sedan, or the police station
I won’t pray hard, on the ride home
with your AC on or we’re toast on the road
I’ll free my breath, ungrip the leather, and move on
shame, you almost had me conned
I swore I saw a squad for life
the only time we saw eye-to-eye
is when we laughed at what the trash reply guys write
now I’m seeing clear as crystals
peered through holes in your defense
at a catfishin’, alias shiftin’
“Jekyll and Hyde Syndrome” ass looking bitch
(*gasp*)
(LOL)
(SICK burn)
(yr so cool… AND right!)
(one more time!)
(pick it up!)
(okay, now put it back xD)
I am not Woody, and you are not Buzz
you can’t pull a string, hear what you want because
I freed my breath, un-gripped the leather, and moved on
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Bagel Store!
03:31
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the day I met yr high school friends
you proposed we steal from them
we drove my mom’s car to the north shore
I was your chauffeur with no plans
no surprise the dewy cans
slid right through our slimy hands
and then we drove off
back to Montauk (hwy)
we’re The World’s Worst Anarchists
(da da da)
the day I met yr old roommates
well, you had to meet me at the gate
winked as I rolled past and blocked the rest
blamed it on the ~new climate~
the day I met yr ex-boyfriend
at the empty train station
heard who got barred from Philadelphia
I see how your views could change
but if that’s what yr latest call “progressive”
then, heaven knows, I want no part of it
cus if “holding folx accountable for cream cheese wiped off a bagel”
is….. well
a surface that reflective should’ve been careful with any
outside noise afloat
searching for a place to go
cause now you’ve got friends with covered eyes
and plans that’d make the last ones cry
lemme tell you bout it
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Inconvenience Store!
04:36
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I’m freakin out bout a lotta things in my head
friends pissed off cus I’m not listening
but I’m just waiting for that same spam call to buzz
and send me spiraling
I’m freakin out bout the day I turn 24
not much left could impress anymore
I’m long passed young and sad enough
for the kids to line up at my store :-(
I’m freakin out
I’m freakin out ‘bout my future
the fortune and failure, at once
I’m freakin out about stamped letters
the dry spells don’t get any wetter
and I’m still unsure of my balance
I’m freaking out about clocks ticking
looks fading, momentum thinning
nineteen was a play that cut so fast
can’t build a house with no cash and no clout :-\
I’m freakin out
yr freakin out
we’re freakin out ‘bout the deadlines
the weekends, the side eyes at brunch
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9. |
Sword Store!
03:05
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today’s the day I’m gonna get my sword
know my face claims “relaxed”
but I’m eyeing the glass
today’s the day I’m gonna get my sword
ripped it right from my spine
ripe and fresh to get mine
“WOWEE” - them, at me and my sword
acting on my own accord
why, just last week I parked in the city, leaving
not a thing that you could offer
me- now with silver blade
slicing through some weak charade
with all the force of a decade
silently prepping for this day
cus today’s the day I’m gonna get my sword
know I’ve been wrong before
but now the far stars ensure
today’s the day I’m gonna get my sword
cause you’d sell me out for a xanax
and a spot on the guest list
go!
(ba ba ba)
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if you came to visit
I’ve no clue where we’d go
you’d suggest the beach
been a while since you’ve seen
dirty water in such high quantities
and if you came to see me
I’ve not a clue what we’d do
but settle on a chain
clean our twice processed plates
and you’d recall why you pushed
for the last possible day
but I don’t think, if you left, the stars would fall from the sky
and I don’t think, when you left, those words stopped making me high
it’s so twisted
how my rivals are handing me tips
oh, but they and their mob
a’int got shit on our law
at the break of dawn
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