1. |
Wash it Off
04:25
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We all have expiration dates,
just numbers bumping into each other
Trying to calculate something with substance
It's not gonna work, there's not enough choices
Laying on my ghastly sheets, I dream of you and me,
I’m not convinced of anything
But thanks for the kiss goodnight
Thanks for the song your lips sing
Sadness is a slow burn my heart is a fire place
The carelessness of losing my mothers 10 dollar heirloom
Can’t be replaced by you
We dug into each other’s hearts so well
And hallowed them to the broken end
If I had anything left in my stomach I would’ve spit it on your name
Every interaction is a political statement
And every love feels like the last one (why can’t it be)
And every love feels like the last one (why can’t it be)
And every love feels like the last one (why can’t it be)
You cant wash it off
You cant wash it off of you
You can’t wash it off
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2. |
Brisca
02:49
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he plays the chalice and cups
manic thoughts that won't shut up
decking you for the consquista
the fair prize, at hand,
declaring a better king,
a better man
difference of faith and reason
backhanded friends
difference between man and beast
exemplary cause for this eternal
tension
he plays the cards from his father
drifted in a boat from uncharted waters
he plays he plays he plays he laughs, he chokes, he gasps
capsize this
port side of his chest
difference of faith and reason
backhanded friends
difference between man and beast
exemplary cause for this eternal
tension
he plays it cool
knowing one day
you’re playing cards
then you’re breaking hearts
tearing lovers from their touch
sin consecuencia, sin verguenza
sin todo
stinging dreaded pins
it's a game
there's no difference at all
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3. |
Driver
03:38
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lost, abandoned, forlorn
lonesome don’t mean much to me anymore
in that silence I find cans n bottles
a figure walking down a winding road (eyes wrapped in a blinding fold)
self suppressed to a solitary form
Drive until the night turns blue
periphery burns my eyes (burns my eyes)
But All that is
Lives in the distance (the past is rabidly vicious)
Appetites hurt satisfaction
Debris laminates the windows
Tears or rain, the direction is clear
Did you see the ambulance hurry past the lane?(the madman driver grows insane)
Drive until the night turns blue
periphery burns my eyes (burns my eyes)
But All that is
Lives in the distance (the past is rabidly vicious)
Pull over to a station
Let the tank fill
The minutes click like bombs
It’s getting late
It’s getting late
I’ll adjust the mirror
So I can see myself getting older
Nothing’s more dreary than a lost future
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4. |
Our Fingers And The Dirt
03:38
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your blood looks like glue
what is it holding together?
this whole town feels like this one bad dream i had
some days we fall in and out of everything
promise is 3d, it lies between our fingers and the dirt
you go on out there with a gold star on your chest
and you try, try, try to make these days better
she did that angry cry bathed in sincerity
i tried again she said but nothing came to fruition
let's ignore those unnecessary emotional choke holds
words spilled across a page like blood on a wedding dress
there’s hope underneath this brush
underneath your voice hushed
promise is 3d, it lies between our fingers and the dirt
you go on out there with a gold star on your chest
and you try, try, try to make these days better
she did that angry cry bathed in sincerity
i tried again she said but nothing came to fruition
promise is 3d, it lies between our fingers and the dirt
you go on out there with a gold star on your chest
and you try, try, try to make these days better
she did that angry cry bathed in sincerity
i tried again she said but nothing came to fruition
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5. |
Little Surrender
03:53
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:it's not that the
earth is scorched
but to make sure there was nothing you hadn't seen before
you ran around with a torch
screaming bloody for no return
i surrender stranger
i surrender
to lists of gestures and laying in emptiness together
when you kissed her you remembered
The locket on your neck
Please return to sender
i surrender stranger
i surrender
one day when you're no longer intrigued
maybe you'll surrender too
knotted hands loosen a grip
surrender stranger
it's all you can gain from this
i surrender stranger
i surrender
i surrender stranger
i surrender
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6. |
Sensible Things
03:34
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Impermeanant nature
Hands that make sure
Teh temper in our hands and our teeth
Stops communicating
The wrong thing
Our plans were all bloodied and creased
Im sorry baby
Im sorry baby
Im sorry baby
are we still lovers when you leave ,
the way i’m my mothers child when she dies
rain between the window and the screen
i'm done with sensible things
We havent solved anything
But we live another day
It rained all night in this town
Waking in relief
I save these images
But they let me breathe
I unfolded it all
I unfolded it all
I unfolded it all
are we still lovers when you leave ,
the way i’m my mothers child when she dies
rain between the window and the screen
i'm done with sensible things
Why is it always like this
With my legs breaking under the weight
Of myself
And everyone else I’ve ever had ontop of me
are we still lovers when you leave ,
the way i’m my mothers child when she dies
rain between the window and the screen
i'm done with sensible things
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7. |
When I Call You
02:49
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will you hold my face in your hands
or will it fall through like wind and the sand
can't find your altar
think it sunk in my chest (CHEST)
i stand motionless against
the sense of indifference
rising and falling (rising)
into atoms
laying on my back
i see brightness in the wall
fading like the sun
you can’t stand it when i call you beautiful
hell, you can’t stand it when i call you
But
i was your favorite sound (Will you hold my face in your hands)
i was your favorite song
i was the one you wanted to kiss when the days were long ((will you hold my face in your hands)
Will you hold my face in your hands
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8. |
Wanna Make A Bet
02:42
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Yeah I’ll take a number I’ll wait in the line
With about everyone else who tried
I am third or fourth in line
Still finding people to fill up behind
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
There are a lot of people who want to say a lot of things about me
So believe what you heard
And stay the fuck away from me
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Just any man will do
The names you ring in with guilt
The names that lived behind my back
The same names you will burn
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
Wanna make a Bet
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9. |
Die in a Fire
04:44
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I fell in love with no one at all
Twice in a row
All the Lights are on
But No one’s home
You die in a fire
Yeah, you die in a fire
You die in a fire, you die
A young child is painting
Twisted ghosts and devils and devils and devils
You were burning like a candle in a snow storm
Held it tight as I could
Froze my hands just to keep you alight
You die in a fire
Yeah, you die in a fire
You die in a fire, you die
You die in a fire
Yeah, you die in a fire
You die in a fire, you die
And you scream for a violence
That will never erode
It wards all off
From going home
You die in a fire
Yeah, you die in a fire
You die in a fire, you die
You die in a fire
Yeah, you die in a fire
You die in a fire, you die
And the flame could not make me clean again
But I survived
You died in the fire
You died,
And the flame could not make me clean again
But I survived
You died in the fire,
You died,
You die
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10. |
June
04:07
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There's something to be said
When you leave in self defense
I can’t make up my mind
There is no next time, No Next time
There is no next time, No Next time
I’m not coming back to you
Things can't be the way they were last June
I’m not gonna be the one to say
It’s over,
Its over
You were a sterling silver
Shining bright, painted permanent
Now you’re trying not to beg
Expecting me to give you everything
Expecting me to surrender everything
I’m not coming back to you
Things can't be the way they were last June
I’m not gonna be the one to say
It’s over,
Its over
I’m not coming back to you
Things can't be the way they were last June
I’m not gonna be the one to say
It’s over,
Its over
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Two Headed Girl Brooklyn, New York
Twin-core
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