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miller high life
02:49
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though I'm sure you have coffee
will you stay up with me
because I'm sure I'll sleep through my alarm
they think I'm crazy
and I think I'm lazy
who cares if I'm true to form?
down with the applause
I'm afraid of my shadow and everything I was
I like the cool floor
and painted front doors
somethings that sparkle
and somethings that don't
I'm sorting flowers
I'll keep the dead ones
put back the red ones
I don't like those
down with the warnings
I'm afraid of the morning and everything I love
I'm sorting cans
We should have thrown out
I'm sorting from which things I should just move on
I'll still give you what you want
I'll still give you anything you want
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bows
03:40
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It’s probably you
I tell myself in the mirror
Yes I do, need to get fitter
But I can barely move
I don’t have much in me today
To play with my bruises
Or fight entropy and lose it
I smell like smoke
From fires I’ve set
And it’s not off of me quite yet
But I meant what I said
That bows just make things pretty
And you put one on everything you gave me
Listen to Glass
I see what he means
That nobody needs much
To have things that mean something
It’s probably true
That we all come back
In a different suit
I hope mine’s tailored
To the way this world is skewed
I hope my skin is thicker too
I don’t have much in me today
To play with your bruises
Or fight with you and lose it
You used to look at the moon like you knew it
And me like you owned
But I meant what I said
That bows just make things pretty
And I have taken all of yours off me
I’m still scared like a cat
My bones are shaken silly
But you’ll never have anything I have
You’ll never have anything I have
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3. |
marconi plaza
03:24
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Row homes on broad
Toward marconi plaza
Smells like growing up
But I don’t think I wanna
Ran into someone odd
Said he had something I’d want
Smells like growing up but I don’t think I gotta
My mother sold the place
By the septa trains
To the racist lady
Who remembers my face
And my brother doesn’t go
To the dollar store
Or the playground with me
Anymore
Don’t let my down
Don’t let me know
If my memory serves me well
Or doesn’t at all
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me know
If my innocence stuck around or left a long time ago
I can fall asleep
To stimulants like a baby in productive bliss
With Hannah Montana on the TV set
Now she’s all grown up and we could have a drink
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me know
If my memory serves me well
Or doesn’t at all
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me know
If I’m complicit in this world growing old
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4. |
dinner plans
05:18
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The flames from the factories flicker
And fall down over the highway
And light up my phone with an ad
For ten dollars off dresses
I guess it heard me saying I felt like a mess
I guess I must have mentioned it
I asked how does it feel when you leave her
You said what a good question to consider
And thanked me at your door
And said your proud of me for not having to remind myself
To go outside anymore
I’ve been thinking
How lucky I am you saw something in me
I’ve been thinking how lucky I am
You still want me to be here
I can’t relate to grace or mercy
I can’t relate to delicately being
I flinch when you try and touch me
And wonder when I get home if you miss me
Will you still see those things in me
When I am 70?
I’ll let myself down before I’d ever leave you on your knees
Begging
This has been my only love that ended well for both of us
Will you still see those things in me?
I want to press these days in pages
And store them away safely
And if I ever move away
We’ll meet up
For dinner one day
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5. |
cheers
03:51
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I’ll put em back
Despite my bony back
I’m not lacking
You are
I’ll drink to that
Just cause you can’t
I’m checking out
For this part
And i’ll look my best
And you will regret it
You will regret it
Sleep on the couch
You in your bed
You in your head
Me trying to rest
I should confess
That I said that
I am impressed that
You aren’t dead yet
And i’ll look my best
And try and forget it
Try not to resent it
You’ll get yours I got mine
You’ll get yours I got mine
You’ll get yours I got mine
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