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AP Bedroom Pop
03:11
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Wings with coworkers from the job where I bombed the interview
I’m so lucky that I have you.
You and your like were born doing calculus straight out of the womb
And I was born to sing like shit in my room
Every day in the Summer with no air conditioning on
What’s wrong?
What’s right?
Everything.
I can’t hide my self-indulgence
Any more than you can hide your cynicism
I wish that I was kidding but I’m not
And so do you.
Strong as an ox
And graceful as a gazelle
And I’m blind as a bat without my glasses
So Macaulay in that casket is me.
It might as well be.
Three years spent convincing me to start playing Minecraft
Hell, I can’t even build up my confidence still
So why would I build on that?
Rats, rats, rats, rats
You’re right.
I’m not that stupid.
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Tell-A-Pathy
04:51
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You sat in the dark and pictured nothing but a giant panda slurping noodles in the sky
And I first saw your text when I was hungry and trying to write a song about a bear that’s black and white
We could tell.
He said something provocative
You spit out a well
And I hocked up a well, too
Could anyone else tell?
I looked up the definition of “simpatico”
I didn’t know what that meant one day before I met you
I didn’t have a clue.
It solved you
It solved me too
It solved me more though
Not that this is a contest
Even though you’re making it one always
Come at me.
Right when I first thought I’d put some banjo on this record
You had the urge to add two more pairs of ears to your herd
A not so random choice to call one Kazooie
So it’s like you read right through me when you went and named the other pair.
Only one rung I took a step up on
And it was pronouncing “telepathy” wrong.
Two reflections of yourself in the windshield
Can they both be for me?
Yeah, I know, I am so greedy
Two reflections of myself in the windshield
Can I learn to like just one?
Four combined reflections of us shine through the windshield
I don’t give a shit if the neighbors see.
And assuming that you’re thinking the same thing
Why would we?
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3. |
Lost In Paris
03:51
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You asked me early in the morning
“Does my outfit look French enough?”
Honey, you look Frencher than the kiss a businessman plants on an unsuspecting intern while he’s blackout drunk.
Who would have thunk that we would be here?
I’m tasting fear as I see those girls twirling fire over there.
I like the car brand with the lion
You can’t pronounce it.
Every siren sounds mildly disappointed
And you’ve never been more annoyed with me in all this time before.
We waited such a long time
Just to miss the bus that never came
Crying under sheets that smell like cigarettes
“Will we regret this trip?”
We asked ourselves that and it only was the second day.
But I hate what I’m doing now
And I love these memories as much as I hate what I’m doing now
And I think about them whenever I’m doing whatever the fuck that it is that I’m doing now
Back then I was lost with you
So it was okay.
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Nemo
05:12
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High as fuck at the science museum in Amsterdam
Yesterday I bought a Space Cake
Now I am having to babysit a crumbling mess in my toiletry kit
Your new dress and turtleneck cost less than four dollars each in American money
That’s just a guestimation.
Tears welling up as we ride bikes because I’m still sick
Wicked
Thinking of fate as you all ride away.
Broken chain
I’m less mechanical than all the bulls in Spain.
No pain, no gain
That’s what they always say.
When everyone is 21 they want to move to Seattle
When you turn 22 your bank account won’t skedaddle with you
That’s what we always did
And what we’ll always do.
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Birthday Blizzard
03:48
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Parking with no common sense at Common Cents
Since I’ve been driving
I have been arriving at a place where I hope
That this intestinal intensity will just last forever (ever ever)
But I’m starting to doubt it.
When I’m 23 I’m gonna die in a car wreck
The night before I actually become it
When I’m 24 I’m gonna be in bed at the same time
I’ll praise my shitty job that I’m still alive.
When I’m 25 I’m gonna die in an icy accident
The night before I actually become it
When I’m 26 I will just bet on my mattress
When I’m 27 it’s all filled with cliches
When I’m 28 will I still drop my pick in my acoustic guitar?
Life’s alright
I’m alive
How did I get this far?
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6. |
Numb Thumb
02:27
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I remember where I was when I first learned flamingos shit pink
I was thinking about flamingo shirts that I got for my birthday
Day to day I don’t sink
But night to night I cry
I don’t feel anything perfect no matter what I try
Lately I’m not trying to break out of it
Crazily, I’m starting to think this really might be it.
Number than my left thumb from NASCAR ’99 on 64
Leading our party to a Polish restaurant I found but ending up at the sushi bar next door
My lack of attention to detail used to be a charm but now it’s a bore.
I don’t see how hanging out with me isn’t a chore.
I shouldn’t think about it like that but it’s so hard to ignore.
Lately we’re not showing any interest
We feel so sick but we’re not telling anyone.
I remember where I was when I first learned flamingos turn pink from diet
I remember thinking that I bet you already know it
It’s snowing
It’s April
Some shit about quarantine
Maybe if I watch enough films they’ll suck me through the screen.
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7. |
Doorknobs United
05:23
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2017
Hit like a brick by an album I can’t listen to now
Because the lead singer got caught with his trousers down in front of 15 year olds
And we all found out.
Thrown to those owls but they’re showing me all of these new things now
The combo of the smell of rain and fried food
And to top the aura off
I’m dreaming about making a better connection with you
But it looks a little iffy.
2018
I thought I had a better shot than the one Pat Benatar got hit with
Four months down the toilet like a purple guppy’s final swim.
But on a whim I start to talk to you
And you, you, you, you, you
You start to talk to me again.
Everything that I thought that I knew is snowballing.
Settle in
Settling that you will let me in without knocking on the door at all.
Yelling it.
Yelling in the lofty space that I came in without knocking on the door at all.
Stuttering
Rewind the tape to back when I was fucking stuttering
Fading out
Every cheesy eighties song just likes to fade out
About to lose my shit
I start to calm down.
I made it through the door without any disturbances at all.
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8. |
World B. Free
03:46
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Gagging on a cactus
It’s not the pricks, it’s the taste
Talking myself into you being healthy.
Wealthy in the future if we actually have one
Can I take a step outside and realize the wrapping paper’s sort of fun?
Your psych test’s on a Monday
Mine are on the days that end in ‘Y’
lol but with multiple o’s
I don’t know if it goes to show emotion somehow
Not now
Not now
Not now
Not now
Not now
Not now.
Because you’re singing with a lab rat
Don’t believe it’s dark
The spark is lit
I’ll quit, I promise.
You just want to be alone now
Shh.
Only only only me.
World be free
So I’ve been to more countries than I have to states in my own
Alone just like I was in my dark years
Sitting in the same chair now as I was then.
Throwback to when I threw my back out
You were dealing with much worse
I understand.
Don’t apologize
Fuck the guilt you’re feeling
It was basically my fault
I cramped your style.
You just want to be free as the world
You’ll get it
You’ll get it
You’ll get it
You’ll get it
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9. |
Galaxy Carpet
03:56
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My laptop is smoldering
Older than five years old
Still soldiering on.
I’ve gotta finish the album before it’s all gone
Face down in the muck
Or I need to finish the album before my rhyming and riffs start to suck.
Whichever of those happen first.
I don’t know what to say to you in regards to it.
I don’t know how to laugh.
I don’t know what to say to you
I don’t know.
The false dopamine rush of my phone in the corner as it lights up
I think it’s my friend but it turns out just to be an ad for a dating app I’m on the cusp of deleting
Things could have been so different.
Decorating your carpet with a galaxy
Imagining that it’s different
Cornered up with a book and a lamp
In this galaxy, I can read.
Then we could have been patient.
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10. |
Sunset Blossom
04:20
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It must have been Australia
Because I was driving on the other side of the car
And I’m pretty sure that Japan doesn’t have any deserts that stretch out quite this far
Head on my shoulders
And the air smells just like my third favorite Instagram filter
What the hell does that even mean?
But you’re not questioning it even in the slightest
Not at all
And I’m appalled that this is only a dream.
Hands resting inside of my palms
And the sky looked just like a South Carolina license plate
And I’m gonna get down on my knees and hope that this is all worth the wait
So get a load of this
Don’t kill it with logic.
You know I get lethargic when you go and do me like that
Let me have my fill of fun and I’ll come right back
I promise
I promise.
Didn’t talk to anyone this weekend or tomorrow
I’m no psychic but I hope that I’m a decent one in my dreams.
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Al Murb Pocatello, Idaho
I guess we're doing this.
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