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my girl
03:04
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My girl don’t wear no makeup
Won’t call, her mind is made up
Come morning, her debt’s been paid off
She’s had quite enough
My girl ain’t sleepin’ lately
Hey what’s wrong? She calls me crazy
Don’t speak, our minds are hazy
But I’m her baby
And I know I’ve been out of my mind
She says, I’ll try harder next time
My love, it shrinks like violets
I love the taste of violence
She hates me, but can’t stand the silence
She pours some wine and sips
And I know I’ve been out of my mind
She says, I’ll try harder next time
Lately she won’t look me in the eye
I can’t bottle up her thunder,
I’m not getting any younger
Bored to death, she’d leave me out to dry
I keep coming back for more
‘Cause she’s the one that I adore
My girl don’t wear no makeup
Won’t call, her mind is made up
Come morning, her reaction’s played up
I’ve had quite enough
And I know I’ve been out of my mind
She says, I’ll try harder next time
There’s no next time
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Whoa now, you got tricks up your sleeve
Easy to trade she for a he
Sometimes I hate you ‘cuz you don’t love me
Oh no, you’ve got blood on your hands
Twist me cuz I’ m at your command
Sometimes I wish that I could be your man
Look me in the eye and tell me that you never cared
Never felt our heat in crowded rooms
No, I’m not a child, I don’t need my feelings spared
Honey if it’s all the same to you
C’mon, chew me up, spit me out
Give me no more reason to doubt
Sometimes I don’t think you know what you’re about
Look me in the eyes and tell me you never cared
Never felt our heat in crowded rooms
No, I’m not a child, I don’t need my feelings spared
Honey, if it’s all the same to you
I can’t seem to face the music
no matter what I choose and
Tell me how you’ve found your out
He’s kind, he’s sweet, he makes you happy,
you’re better off without me
Tell me why I’m still broken up inside
Used to wear my heart on my sleeve
Now I’m proud of not being “he”
And I am finally fine with you not loving me
Just promise me that you’ll…
Look me in the eye and tell me that you never cared
Never felt our heat in crowded rooms
No, I’m not a child, I don’t need my feelings spared
Honey, if it’s all the same to you
Look me in the eye and tell me that you never cared
Never felt our heat in crowded rooms
No, I’m not a child, I don’t need my feelings spared
Honey, if it’s all the same to you
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3. |
backyard
04:17
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I’m steady as the tree that lived and died in my backyard
No one said at fifteen things were gonna get this hard
Now I’m just shy of thirty and I’m right back at the start
High five, alright
I’ve become another ghost that occupies your home
Rearrange the furniture, make sure you’re not alone
I barricade the doors as I disconnect your phone
Good night, sleep tight
Sing me something soft and sincere,
like you really want to be here
I’ll play my lovesick lullaby,
my very favorite lie
Half a decade later I live rent free in your head
I wink at you in mirrors and you wish that I stayed dead
You tried to shake your part in this and you’re the fool instead
Good times, good times
Sing me something soft and sincere,
like you really want to be here
I’ll play my lovesick lullaby,
my very favorite lie
Lover, I’m so lonely, so lonely
It’s so hard to be the only, the only one
Why can’t you just hold me, just hold me
After all I’ve done for you,
can’t you just see this one through?
Sing me something soft and sincere,
like you really want to be here
I’ll play my lovesick lullaby,
my very favorite lie
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4. |
all my fault
02:07
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You said you took your name
From an epic work of prose
Then later you admitted
It was from your favorite show
when you were young
That’s way more fun
I kissed you on the F train
Then I said I wasn’t sure
Months of indecision
We gave up in Williamsburg
One winter night
Not quite a fight
It’s all my fault
When we spoke a week ago
You told me you got married
Hey, congratulations
I hung up the phone
before I got carried away
What else could I say?
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It’s not that I love you, ‘cuz I don’t
It’s not that I’ll miss you, ‘cuz I won’t
It's just the well of opportunity ran dry
It’s just my life is passing me by
I’m sorry...y'know...hey!
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It's all my fault
It's all my...fault.
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5. |
you
03:32
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Years and years of smoke and mirrors
Afraid to say exactly who I am
I’ll tap into histrionics
Flip the whole script just because I can
They tell me,
“Honey, you’re a little much
Can’t you turn the volume down just a touch?”
Oh, my hands are shaking
Don’t you love how I’m breaking for you
Ooooh
You
Oooh
Nowadays I’m stowed away,
Don’t bother coming by, I’ve locked the door
All my metaphors are broken
Pretty little pieces on the floor
Do you feel lonely? I feel lonely too
Let’s lie together, howl our forlorn blues
Oh, my hands are shaking
Don’t you love how I’m breaking for you
Ooooh
You
Oooh
Do you feel lonely? I feel lonely too
Turn up the volume, amplify your gloom
Oh my hands are shaking
You can hardly take it
Don’t you love,
don’t you love how I’m breaking for you
Ooooh
You
Ooooh
You
Oooooh
You
Oooooh
You
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6. |
interlude
01:35
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You’re so thin
I feel your bones beneath your skin
You’re so tall
Surround me when I’m feeling small
I’m scared your limbs
will splinter just like matchsticks
Big book of spells
See which incantation sticks, oh
I feel your heartbeat on my sleeve
Roses growing where you fell down on the concrete
I want to hear your voice when you’re not there
I want to feel your footsteps as you’re climbing up the stairs
Please don’t leave
Stay with me
Rip my heart right down the seams
Please don’t leave
Stay with me
Even though I’m not what I seem, oh
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7. |
the pick me show
03:04
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I used to think:
Legend of Zelda, ice cream for breakfast
Still you’re a size two
He’s only got eyes for you
I’ll feign indifference, make bad decisions
I’ll lower my IQ
But I don’t compare to you
I’m green with envy
What makes you so special?
I paint my jealousy
In blue, red, and yellow
Welcome to the Pick-Me Show
You ignore the way I laugh when you say,
“Boys are less drama”
Well, all they want is their mama
A sounding board for their feelings and more
You’re just a comma
As they unload their trauma
Well I dreamed in silver
The morning drenched him in gold
After all I offered
My dreams were bought and sold
Welcome to the Pick-Me Show
Welcome to the Pick-Me Show
All I ever wanted was to hold him, was to know him
I got what I deserved, all those years of pain
All I ever wanted was his laughter, our ever after
Don’t look me in the eye, I can’t hide my shame
No one’s to blame
My love’s a rainbow
It’s all I’ll ever know
My heart’s an ocean
I’ll let those waters flow
In grey October
I finally let him go
The worst is over
In the years to follow
I’ll pick me first.
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My world was dark
You held my hand beneath the street lamps
Now you’re so far
I want your scent all over me and
My bed is cold
I’m in a constant waking dream where there’s no future
The devil’s hands are ripping out the sutures
Close your eyes
To a god I don’t believe in
Praying, “please just let me see him”
Is it wise
To continue what we’re doing
When the whole world is ungluing
My world was dark
You held my hand beneath the street lamps
Now you’re so far
I want your scent all over me and
My bed is cold
I’m in a constant waking dream where there’s no future
The devil’s hands are ripping out the sutures
Don’t dull your shine
Hope that it won’t be the last time
Of trading secrets as a pastime
Say goodbye
To all your doubts and insecurities
Cuz you’ll find something sure in me
Is this heaven or is this hell?
The window’s open, but I can’t tell
Breathe through your mouth
We’ve got our lifetimes to figure this out
My world was dark
You held my hand beneath the street lamps
Now you’re so far
I want your scent all over me and
My bed is cold
I’m in a constant waking dream where there’s no future
The devil’s hands are ripping out the sutures
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9. |
i think i like it
04:08
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I found religion underneath the floorboards
I found a god within your eyes
And when I kissed you right behind the pulpit
My tongue was tracing all your lies
Spare me the blame
Fingers thread through my hair and I think you feel the same
Oh I think I like it, yeah I think I like you and I'm glad
Oh tell me love, life ain't so bad
You promise hoards of people holy protection
But can they see through your disguise?
And when you're granting them lasting salvation
I recall your fingers on my thighs
Spare me the blame
Arm around my shoulder as you shield me from the shame
But I think I like it, yeah I think I like it when you're sad
Oh tell me love, is it that bad?
I'll do anything you say
I'll swallow up your scripture, and all I'll spit is praise
But I know everything you've done
And I won't stop until I've won your eternal devotion
Spare me the blame
Fingers wrapped around my neck as if I don't feel pain
But I think I like it, yeah I think I like to make you mad
Oh tell me love, have I been bad?
Oh...
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10. |
the fool
03:29
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Played the part of the Fool
Crossing fingers you would pick The Tower
But I tried to play it cool
All the candles burned out hours ago
It’s a new moon, cool night, late June
I’m sentimental
Your shy smile, the one that made me swoon
I’ll let you down gentle
Say goodbye before you go
Once the lovers entwined
Now we shrink in shadows, sharpen swords
Much closer to divine
Than we had ever imagined ourselves before
As we wax and wane, evening heat, summer rain
I remember
Your dark eyes, reflecting back my pain
Haunt me well past September
I’ll say goodbye before I go
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