1. |
Done With Bits
03:36
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Bits
I’m done with skits
And every little part i played
Running late or
Running away
Walking
Sometimes we lay
Overthrown, On Little couch
Little days they mean so much right now
And we're back to ourselves
What’s the point of being alone
You’re the rock that holds the window
Open on a warm day
Find
Soft yellow light
Sorry it’s not all the time
I like to go swimming in your ultramarine eyes
I think i can keep this up
Cause I have the body and constitution
For your love
Daisy chain my
Wrist to yours
I don’t care if you open a book
I don’t care if you close the tab
I don’t care if you have the money
For a girl like — that
Oooh
I don’t care if you show up late
I don’t care that you drive too fast
I bet we couldn’t bet we couldn’t bet we couldn’t do it again
What's the point in being alone?
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2. |
Take it the Wrong Way
03:20
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You have a talent
For turning around
Break it up and take me apart
Just to put me back down
I’m gonna take it the wrong way
Better the wrong way
I’m gonna make my own mistakes
And take it the wrong way
Words you are saying
Can’t hold a light
You don’t even care if you’re wrong
Just as long as you’re right
It’s like a magnet to another twisted knife
Just throw it all away and turn your back to reconcile
If I saw you through a restaurant window that would ruin my night
I’m gonna take it the wrong way
Better the wrong way
I’m gonna make my own mistakes
And take it the wrong way
I was a punchline in the past
I’ll never beg for scraps again
And are you mad at me
Cause I ran out of sympathy
And I learned it the hard way
I learned it the hard way
Take it the wrong way
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3. |
Reference Point
03:13
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With the lights down low
After the afterglow
Just a whistling wind in our ears
Memory is past
We relive the aftermath
I leave my to-do list in the sand
So when the day is long
Take care to carry on
Even deserts bloom, even water's piled up
Reference point
Referencing my own thankfully anonymous thoughts
Hated on days like these
A haiku, archery, and a drawing of flowers
Reference point
Rеferencing my own shamefully еponymous thoughts
Written on years like rocks
Collected by days on the beach
Sushi, the late nights, and the wasting of hours
Is it real? Is it fake?
Is it all just a phase?
And is it over? And is it okay?
Do we know if there's any other way?
Am I useful? Am I sane?
Am I a bird in a gilded cage?
Am I supposed to be feeling this way?
And are we just throwing it all down the drain?
Is it real? Is it fake?
Is it all just a phase?
Is it over? Is it okay?
Do we know if there's any other, any other way?
Am I useful? Am I insane?
Am I a bird in a gilded cage?
And are we joking? Are we broken?
Am I supposed to be, supposed to be feeling this way?
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4. |
Good To Be Bad
03:17
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It’s just a feelin
It’s just a vibe
It’s a sin to be so easy on the eye
Baby I see you dance
Got something that nobody else has
You’re alone but you move like all eyes are on you and I want some of that
I’m being bad
At being good
I’m being ordinarily misunderstood
I’m being good
At being bad
It’s the most fun I ever had
Good to be bad
Spotlight is dying
It doesn’t matter anymore
We don’t need fancy drinks
Or a cover charge
Now It’s all in our heads
And It’s all in our bodies
On the dance floor I can’t deny that you’re my favorite hobby
I’m being bad
At being good
I’m being ordinarily misunderstood
I being good
At being bad
It’s the most fun I ever had
Good to be bad
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5. |
Black Ice
03:38
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Back to
Back to the recent past
You're waving
Like a special lowered flag
Winter knocks you back
A memory unlocks
And there I am untying old knots
Move on
And leave the boat at the dock
Black sheets of ice
Need you in my life
Black sheets of ice
Need you in my life
The frozen ground
Wish you were around
Always with you
I always miss you
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6. |
With Me
03:24
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Thinking courageously
I found a truth
Hidden in corners
Severely reduced
It’s real magic to say no
Say no
Mix up the watercolors
With your wine
Paint me a scene
Out the corner your eye
We see things fall
And they’re broken
They’re broken
Light candle
Make the world go
I can be open
Honest and rolling
Be with me
See with me
Fight with me
Life can be
Tough
Piecemeal a day
Comes together enough
Tell a good joke
And then shut the hell up
Nobody said it was easy
A new form
Forage for mushrooms
And cut your own wood
Put on a brave face
And hunt for your food
Sit round a table
And hold hands
We hold hands
Light a candle
Make the world go
I can be open
Broken and rolling
Eat with me
Drink with me
Write with me
Give with me
Live with me
Rent with me
Wish with me
Tent with me
Be with me
See with me
Fight with me
Life with me
Love what we rightfully
Build up in spite of us
Evenly, even though
It can be equally tough
Life fucks you up
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7. |
Head in the Clouds
04:11
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Old soul
Tinted glass
You look easy
With a coupe in your hand
You remind me
To always look back
On the summer years
Blue jean, cigarettes
How did you stay so low
With your head in the clouds
You always gave it away
Are you happier now?
Are you happier now?
Hiding places
Sell you out
And they beg you for a smile
How're you gonna turn them down
But even so
Hold out your hand
Eat all their oranges and bread
Cause you're on demand
How did you stay so low
With your head in the clouds
You always gave it away
You left none for yourself
How did you stay so low
With your head in the clouds
You always gave it away
Are you happier now?
How did you stay so low
With your head in the clouds
You always gave it away
Are you happier now?
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8. |
Without You
02:34
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Sometimes I forget about the music and the dual voices
It's nice to rediscover all your friends
I can only dream of meteors that fall the earth and end it
You can run forever or watch it burn instead
Get up and make my bed
Think about suffering
Karaoke in my head
Without you
Alone, I can't go on without you
Make the bed
Get ahead
Suffering
Without you
There is no cure for crying
There is no time to try it
Used to be scared to die without you
Get up and rollerskate
Everyone needs an escape
No time to hibernate
Without you
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9. |
Devil's Tangerine
03:33
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Sleep to get peace
Make it easier to deal
Cause I can't have you
We met inside a dream
You don't know me
From the devil's tangerine
But I can see you
Any time on my screen
We reconvene
Across a table
It feels like I'm able
To reach out and touch you
To tell you I love you
And hear it right back
I wake up early
I don't open my eyes
I'm still in silver skies
Riding on pillow highs
Ambien scream
Yeah I'm swimming in the hangover of a dream
Back in my bed
At 8pm
For our next date
Didn't want to be empty handed
In case you show up again
I don't have a life
But what use is living
If I have a vision
To lean on
An excellent rerun
Ambien scream
Yeah I'm swimming in the hangover of a dream
What does it mean
When I close my eyes I see ya
But the devil is in between us
Yeah the devil is in, the devil is making a scene
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10. |
Bought the Farm
03:36
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Baby bought the farm
With some money that she saved
For a rainy day
Got a couple of dogs
Curtains from a catalogue
And plans to plant daisies
Cost her a pretty penny
But it’s her sanctuary
She can’t walk away
it was advertised
A new lease on A worn out life
It came with a free halo
If you think you’re down
Get on your knees
And shuck some corn or weed tomatoes
Don’t need no car alarms
Don’t need no four way stops
We fly anywhere we hang
If John and Evian can do it
Nomi could up and I’d move with
Old hammer
Hit nail Into it
A true fate
Cook eggs in a coffee pot
And keep the place unlocked
Don’t got much to our names no
Straw hats on happy babies
Waving at little old ladies
It’s just another day oh
Baby bought farm she bought the farm
But it was too late
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11. |
Souvenirs
02:44
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Like an A frame you can touch it
Like a souvenir poking in your pocket
Like a rubberband leaves a thumbprint
Like a handful of sand in your armpit
A collector's mind
I get a whiff and I'm paying any price
Nobody can deny that you're making me work for it
I can't ignore it
Lucky number 24 and it won't quit
Like a headache strapped on a rocket
Like a phillips-head stuck in the socket
A collector's mind
Looking back it looks better all the time
Nobody would deny that you're making me work for it
Like a smoking section of an aeroplane
Like a dog tag with your brother’s name
Like a ring full of keys to old haunts
It’s the smell of your house growing up
Like a spark hits a dumpster and goes up in flames
Once you spot it everything will start to change
I have a piece of your life
In a pocket of mine
Have another man's life
In a pocket of mine
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12. |
Cowboy Killer
06:39
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You're the real thing
Big boots and diamond rings
Hypnotical legs
You said what up babe
You pulled up right
The only cowboy for miles
800 degrees
In your mirror ball gaze
You used to say
On the open road today
There are no shortcuts or heartaches
You used to say
On the open road today
There are no free rides or one ways
Our route was a rubber band
Figure eight across the land
Once again the wanderer
Is back where he began
Stare into the fire
A natural way to get high
You burned your tie
I prayed for rain
You used to say
On the open road today
There are no strangers or runaways
With your head hung low
Suit case atrophy
You're a renaissance man
With wine stained teeth
It's a hard memory
So you order one more
In your rumpled suit
With the green velveteen
Looking at the window for a sign
And it's gone
But the idea stays with you
And you let it hang on
Cause you still believe
You're cowboy king
Do you order one more
You say let's double your tip money
But you never ever do
Who would drive to the casino
I won't drive you to the casino at this time
You leave the scene
With your rumple suit on
We see the same sun
And the hair of dog
Take a half a day off
It's a joke
You never told
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