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First Is The Worst
02:30
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There's a tear in the ass of these pants
You can't see it at first glance
Look a little harder and there's a chance
It'll appear for you
I need a second opinion
I need peace of mind to feel one
I need a kindhearted minion
To tell me what to do
I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you
I don't think I could if you told me to, I don't believe in you
There's a tear in the ass of these pants
Select image and enhance
And you'll see those are my pants
Tearing away
So I go out unbeknownst
To the rending of my clothes
Causes a stir among most folks
Leaves me with nothing to say
I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you
I don't think I could if you wanted me to, I don't believe in you
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3. |
Whooping Cough
04:11
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Court stenographer, read me the hours
Let the record show that she said,
"You're thinking of a love that can't be ours,
Take some time to clear your head"
And so, I heed your advice
Hold it high above my head
Call collect, no response
Heart of the beast and the will that I can't possess
Oh, if I had my druthers
I'd holler for you across a rainy street
As if - in other words - in my dreams
And you're making me blush
Court stenographer, read me the hours
Let the record show that she said,
"You're dreaming of a love that can't be ours,
Take some time to clear your head"
And so, I heed your advice
Hold it high above my head
Call collect, no response
Heart of the beast and the will that I can't possess
Oh, if I had my druthers
I'd holler for you across a rainy street
As if - in other words - in my dreams
And you're making me blush
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I've seen you before
Not recently
Your gun still smokes
Figuratively, of course
Bite down on remorse
And let your past unfold
Make damn sure
That you always stay in trouble
I would have it any other way
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5. |
Blur into Suns
03:29
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Every single night, or evening
Darling, it's the same old feeling
Fleeting hope, impending despair
It's everywhere
Try this one on for size
Serenity under a guise
This ladder has no end, afraid that it is decadent
After the lucid dreams, how long 'till we realize we're wrong?
Check under your bed for monsters
Every nook and cranny won't hurt
Outside, the headlights blur into suns
With sparklers, we run
Try this one on for size
Serenity under a guise
This ladder has no end, afraid that it is decadent
After the lucid dreams, how long 'till we realize we're wrong?
Every single night, or evening
Darling, it's the same old feeling
Fleeting hope, impending despair
It's everywhere
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Operate under the pretense that we all admire
Critiques without heart just spread embers from the fire
Those things I gathered from your study leave me quite unsure
A degree in bullshit's impossible to ignore
No, it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t a lie
Although it would lead some to think so
Lower your voice inside so that the quill doesn’t leave its quiver
To press the company ink to the binding, and you hold on too long
It’s around this time I get ideas that you aren’t fond of
"Keep your chin up now, you’re not the worst, come on, love”
Soon someone will take the company from you by storm
And it won’t be your job anymore
No, it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t a lie
Although it would lead some to think so
Lower your voice inside so that the quill doesn’t leave its quiver
To press the company ink to the binding, and you hold on too long
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Don’t walk away, don’t come quiet
I’m flying this plane and you’re co-pilot
These teeth haven’t been sunk in a neck for so long
I never thought I’d like that look, but I was wrong
You’re not into romance; Mary Shelley’s child
Baby, forget France, neither am I
Squint your eyes, your intensity shows
The fabric of your dress is a sweet primrose
Your place or mine? I never chose
Who knew the wait would give such a headache?
Oh well, “the better to eat you with” is what I say
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8. |
Holly or Whatever
05:07
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Lying easy in my bed alone
I’m keeping to myself from now on
It’s just these days like last year
Memories prod and fester
Don’t have to tell me again
To rethink the meaning of “friend”
Don’t tell me one thing, tell me two:
Did I test intimate boundaries by getting close to you?
Vampiric invite policy every night
This all cannot be my fault alone, right?
Now the summon is heard at your sporadic leisure
Holly or whatever
Reel me in, ‘cause your catch is lured
All hopes initial soon to be obscured
Cool temperament defies permanence
Here for the long haul, no nonsense
Mr. Perfect is only taught
A character flaw, perish the thought
Concerns of my leave and its hurry
Remember that it’s me who worries
I used to run there and back at 3 AM
Smile plastered, well, damn
Left to compose these mistakes:
Songs in the Key of H
Don’t tell me one thing, tell me two:
Did I test intimate boundaries by getting close to you?
Vampiric invite policy every night
This all cannot be my fault alone, right?
Now the summon is heard at your sporadic leisure
Holly or whatever
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9. |
How Romantic?
04:06
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I took your name and made it into something
That I can hate, now isn’t that something?
I’m leaving you for another thought
Forget it, at least that’s what I thought
I took your name and made it into something
That I can’t ignore, now, isn’t that something?
To my dismay, all my options make me
Look to someone new, well, make me
I took your name and made it into something
That I can’t ignore, now, isn’t that something?
Does that prove my point?
What haven’t you been confronting?
I’m not the sort to go out hunting
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10. |
We're Both Ugly
03:04
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Be more prompt with your forgiveness
Do we need to take this one outside?
I spent months waiting for your kiss
Now every time we talk, you tan my hide
I’m sick of finding corpses
They point a finger and actualize
And I can’t figure out what that noise is
It’s such a blur after all this time
I’m feeling like the least attractive one here at this party
I know you know what that’s like
Yet you’re gorgeous and for that, I’m sorry
They fall down hard from heaven just to knock me on my ass
I’ve cause to be vindictive, but it’s me, so they get a pass
It’s like some shitty stand up
My opening line is “women, right?”
But when they make me feel like I suck
I think I’m allowed to be uptight
Don’t tell me I don’t know love’s meaning
I think I’ve heard my songs before
Being bummed is not a competition
My spirit animal’s Eeyore
I’m feeling like the least attractive one here at this party
I know you know what that’s like
Yet you’re gorgeous and for that, I’m sorry
They fall down hard from heaven just to knock me on my ass
I’ve cause to be vindictive, but it’s me, so they get a pass
The next time I get left as a concert
So you can get drunk with the front man
The next time she spreads that I love her
When I could hardly give a damn
The next time I jump to conclusions
‘Cause she only loves me when she’s taken
I’ll keep note to avoid the illusions
To stop my fucking heart from aching
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11. |
Scary Doubt
02:53
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Scary doubt
I wanna know what you're about
There's no cure
For the illness that we endure
Your idea
Of waiting alone won't help us
Break this fear
The one I know is killing
You this year
Do what you will with it
Don't call me insincere
Scary doubt
I wanna know what you're about
I got by
On what I thought was a twinkle
In your eye
Your idea
Of waiting alone won't help us
Break this fear
The one I know is killing
You this year
Do what you will with it
Don't call me insincere
Scary doubt
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12. |
Same Ghost
04:57
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I need a guide, a hand to hold to take me somewhere
It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter where I go
Forget the lies, the jokes, the façade, I’ve become vulnerable
And now it matters, now it matter where I go
You say a lot and it doesn’t mean a thing to me
It’s an abrasive course, but what would friendship be if not?
So, every night, in my room, eyes closed
My hands are clasped on my bed sheets, waiting for the
Same ghost
Give me a reason and don’t give me hell
As to why I’m abhorrent
Perhaps it lies within the number at hand and that’s
Regrettably what you meant
You say a lot and it means everything to me
It’s an abrasive course, and you claim it’s not my worth to keep riding
So, every night, in my room, eyes closed
My hands are clasped on my bed sheets, waiting for the
Same ghost
(I don't know what you're gonna say)
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13. |
Every Song Is A Classic
04:49
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If you're going away for a while
Don't be too long
With each return, I wanna hear
The full extended catalogue
Every adjustment your eyewear receives
Will live on
Each time I roll up my sleeves
In the middle of a song
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Thank you, College Green
I know it's 6am
You're saying to me
That I should go back in
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