1. |
coming home
02:06
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i'm in the back of a truck
in northern arizona
got a hundred dollar bill
clenched between my teeth
goin' home goin' home to where you live
gonna put a ring on your finger
that's how it is
back of the truck
in southern montana
got a fifty dollar bill
hidden in my shoe
yeah, alright, come on, yeah yeah
i got drunk
i just call it ready
i'm in a trunk, in a trunk, in a trunk
yeah, i think i'm ready
lots of people lie
if they think they're able
they'll feed you scraps
like a dog under a table
yeah, alright, come on, come on, alright
i'm comin' home
i'm comin' home
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2. |
i'm wrong
02:36
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i know i'm wrong
you don't have to remind me
they played our song
when the ship started sinking
and i wanted to hold you
under the water
until the bubbles stopped comin'
and you died
i saw you playing bass
through the crack in the window shades
you cut yourself
before you even googled how to
you played our song
without anyone listening
i heard your song
before i even got to know you
and i wanted to hold you
under the water
until the bubbles stopped comin'
and you died
i know i'm wrong
you don't have to remind me
they played our song
when the ship started sinking
i saw you playing bass
through the crack in the window shades
you cut yourself
before you even googled how to
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3. |
i've got a plan
01:46
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i've got a plan
it involves getting drunk
and hating ourselves
yeah
i'm not a man
i'm just a kid with a debit card
and time on his hands
yeah
isn't it sad
that my life's in a trunk
this is going so well
yeah
it's not all bad
there isn't room in my car
for your fuckin' bags
yeah
i've got a plan
it involves getting drunk
and hating ourselves
yeah
i'm not a man
i'm just a kid with a debit card
and time on his hands
yeah
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4. |
asleep in the rain
03:13
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how do you feel
about those raindrops coming down
we're soaked to the bone
sleeping out here on the ground
while the house burns down
i think i'll go back to where i came from
then go to sleep
the sun's all burned out
and the moon's made out of machines
x2
breathing in smoke
while the starlight trickles down
going for broke-
(i'm electric, i'm rusting, egocentric, and combusting)
-while our fumbling eats the sound
and the house burns down
how do you feel
about those raindrops coming down
we're soaked to the bone
while we're sleeping on the ground
and our loves burns down
i think i'll go back to where i came from
then go to sleep
the sun's all burned out
and the moon's made out of machines
x2
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5. |
every time
03:50
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every time
every time you look
you get a little disappointed
it's banal to say
"i'll look the other way"
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna throw it all away
i feel like shit and i hate myself
and you always seem to know just what to say
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna fuck it all up again
i feel like shit and i hate myself
and here you go, cheering me up again
(shit)
every time
every time you chew
i get a little masticated
every time
every time i drink
i get inebriated
every time
every goddamn time
every time i die
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna throw it all away
i feel like shit and i hate myself
and you always seem to know just what to say
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna fuck it all up again
i feel like shit and i hate myself
and here you go, cheering me up again
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna throw it all away
i feel like shit and i hate myself
and you always seem to know just what to say
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna fuck it all up again
i feel like shit and i hate myself
and here you go, cheering me up again
tell me more tell me more
about how i'm gonna fuck it all up again
fuck it all up again
fuck it all up again
fuck it all up again
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Event Semantics Ithaca, New York
demo-quality lo-fi gazey pop bullshit.
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