1. |
Wash
03:09
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ten bucks says
that you think about her
more than she thinks about you
she has no idea
what you're thinking about
or what you've been going through
and you can memorize
patterns of rugs from
staring at the floor
but avoiding eye contact doesn't work much anymore
it doesn't work much anymore
So i'll wash
the cigarette smoke
out of my clothes
they smell like your car did
six months ago
back when you picked up a pack
because you thought that they made you look cool
but they don't
no they don't.
and i know that you don't think it's wrong
to replace mine with his name across your tongue
with casual sin and smoke in your lungs
i'm just another boy that life did him wrong
i'm holding on cause it's all that i've got,
this letter you wrote that says that i'm all that he's not
and i'm hoping that that doesn't mean what I think it means
so I'll wash
the smell of your perfume out my skin
I've got all of these
these thoughts and these words
but I don't have anywhere to begin
so I'll start with this, you're a blade to my neck
i can't handle these words
Can't handle regrets
can't handle this right now
i'm sorry
i'm holding on cause it's all that i've got,
this letter you wrote that says that I'm all that he's not
i'm hoping that that doesn't mean what i think it means
i'm holding on cause it's all that i've got,
this letter you wrote that says that I'm all that he's not
i'm hoping that that doesn't mean what i think it means
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2. |
Trenton Garage
02:57
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Small circular burn inscriptions
from nights made haste to satisfy your addictions
i reached for your hand and all i felt
was ash
and the last time that i saw you smile,
i drove us to the secretary of state
you renewed your license
i applied to vote
you fixed your hair and then you said
yeah you said
that it hurts my heart to know
that you would lock your door
before you’d leave me behind in the morning
before you’d leave me behind
and you’d tell me that
those 6 letters that once spelled snooze
have long since been removed
they’ve been thrust off, rubbed away (ty, D)
like your body’s been fighting off the day
there is a fine line between sleeping in
and sleeping all day
my life it’s gone to the dogs
my colors turned to grays
but it hurts my heart to know
that you would lock your door
before you'd leave me behind in the morning
before you'd leave me behind
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3. |
Really Really Lame
02:14
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i can’t smell a cigarette
without thinking of my dad
and the time that i found his white lighter in my bed
and had i not known better
i would have set my bunk bed ablaze
it would have made you think real long and hard about your menthol days
now i’m a vice in concrete
two initials scrawled in sidewalk
despite your best intentions I still don’t want to talk
about commitments of etchings,
an inability to fall apart
some letters
a plus sign
and an encircling heart
but youuuuuuuuuu know me
and youuuuuuuuuu care
and want the best for me
i can’t tell if i’m introverted
or if i’m just really lame
because you know that
i’ve got more time than you to play all of these games
so when I say im too busy to leave my house
don’t believe a word from my mouth
i just dont want to go out
AHHHH
but you know me
and you care
*loud strums*
*marching band comes in*
*marilyn manson feature*
*david bailey beatboxing*
but you know me
and you care
and want the best for me
"That was good."
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4. |
JG
03:11
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there's a light on
in the jones goddard building
somebody went past the mold
and all of the broken glass
and it bears the question:
why replace the things that never last?
then you held me so tight
i forgot that i asked
you keep me lit
you keep me warm
you keep me lit
and warm
there's a light on
in the jones goddard building
past graffitied brick
and all of the broken beams
i know on the outside
i seem inhabited
but you should know
things aren't always the way they seem
you keep me lit
you keep me warm
you keep me lit
and warm
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5. |
Cheery Menthol
02:35
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i think its terrifying
i think it is quite scary
that as the seasons change
my breath it goes to menthol cherry
i've got an IV of black coffee
and my throat's too sore to smoke
yet I romanticize the two because it makes me feel composed
i'm powerwashing paint
to prepare for new coats
i'm buying salt to season pavement
and i'm layering my clothes
the winter's harsh on warm bodies
my heart's still pumping heat
I want to watch fight club with your dad again on DVD
and he'll say that
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want it to hurt I want to feel like the man
that my father intended on taking his name
creating a family and filling his frames
and I've got paintings on the walls with artist's names i can't pronounce
you know that when i write these songs i get caught up in the pronouns
because it's the way that i write these things that i feel
that lets me step back
and say that
you're being dramatic
misanthropy is trite
write a happy song for once
well i think that i might
im putting postage on bad poetry i'm too afraid to send
you know that i want to watch fight club with your dad again
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6. |
Six-Shooter
03:20
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it was a russian roulette kind of night
i pulled the trigger six times
i still ended up alright
and i poured out more than i would like to admit
of that five dollar pint
she says she likes to get ___ed up
and i hope
she don't like it too much
you know that i'd like to talk to you until the day breaks
but your eyes they're closing
i wonder how long you'll be conscious for
i really hope that you know that
i hope you don't go home yet
it's in the living room
with all of my friends
40s and bottles
we're finding the ends
the liquor store is across the street
we can get more of them
drink more of them
but your eyes they're closing
i wonder how long you'll be conscious for
i really hope that you know that
i hope you don't go home yet
i woke up with death in my mouth
and snow on the ground
and i wish that i was further south
so that i could go somewhere
but my eyes they're closing
i think i'll stay in bed today
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7. |
Dentistry
02:31
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i'm not sure if it's the winter
or if i'm just depressed
cause my head feels like its swelling
from the thoughts that i've repressed
and maybe i should stop the smoke from entering my chest
because as the days grow shorter
the same thing happens to my breath
as it quickens i am nervous
i'm shaking in my bed
i've been crumbling under the thoughts
inside of my head
i'm falling down
i'm fading out
and the blinds across the room
shine bright along the edges
proving i have wasted yet another
mid november morning
you won't know what i am
or know how this feels
yes i'm still drifting back to the way things were
but i finally took back the wheel
from the things you said
how they hurt me so
1,000 thoughts you'll never know
i still live with this crippling doubt
knowing that one day my teeth will fall out
and i won't be able to tell you the things that i
wanted to say
i want to know if your cat died
i want to hear your dad explain death to your little brother
wanna be there
or at least some place i can hear
or at least some place i can hear
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8. |
Thanks
03:25
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i've been trying to find the words to say
how it feels when i stay in bed all day
if not to only get something from the fridge
i've been trying to find the words to say
when nothing's wrong i just don't feel great
and you said that you'd be over soon
(that repeats)
but you aren't here
you aren't here
you aren't here
and i stopped like 10 minutes into sunshine of a spotless mind
i like Jim Carrey and I guess that the acting's fine
i just didn't want something to try and remind me
of the nuances of a broken heart
how it feels to always fall apart
when something makes me feel sad again
because you aren't here
you aren't here
you aren't here
i like you and having you around
you help me to suppress the sounds
i like you and having you around
you help me to suppress the sounds
of this empathetic weight that i've taken on
but you aren't here
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9. |
Hospital Corners
03:37
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my cold feet didn't stand a chance
against early january
and my beat up vans
as i looked at your hands
and i thought about love
how i couldn't feel you
between my too/two thick gloves
and i couldn't tell what was breath or smoke
and i could hear feel see taste and smell
the words you spoke
coming out your lips in clouds that dissipate
into me regretting listening to what you had to say
what you had to say
but now i've made my bed
and i can't fall asleep in it
i've made this bed just to lie in it awake
i took on your ghosts
i took all of your demons
for your sake
but i couldn't tell what was salt or ice
as i walked alone along those yellow lines
tell me oh tell me am i still a part of your designs?
lie to me and say that everything is alright
but now i've made my bed
and i can't fall asleep in it
i've made this bed just to lie in it awake
i took on your ghosts
i took all of your demons
for your sake
the ice accummulated on my windshield
well i was so foggy that i couldn't see good
yet you felt like everything was exactly the same
*oh woah woah oh oh woah*
but now i've made my bed
and i can't fall asleep in it
i've made this bed just to lie in it awake
i took on your ghosts
i took all of your demons
for your sake
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10. |
I O O I
02:41
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you look less like a ghost
and more like a sheet
with two eye holes cut out
that i wore last halloween
so that you couldn't see my mouth
when i'd say
maybe it's better
maybe we'll work out some day
then you crushed that cup
between your hands
you had nothing left to say
but by far
hands down
last halloween
was the worst
by far hands down
last halloween
was the worst
you look less like a ghost
and more like a sheet on the floor
with that unmade bed of yours
and you kept it like your relationships
always ready to let anything just slip
and you should know
that hurts a little
but by far
hands down
last halloween
was the worst
by far hands down
last halloween
was the worst
you look less like a ghost and
more like a girl i used to know
and we'd talk for hours
about anything or the snow
and it wasn't long
until i had nothing left to show
she said don't worry about it
you still have room to grow
but by far
hands down
last halloween
was the worst
by far hands down
last halloween
was the worst
......... ________________
I.. O O.. I <{but you wouldn't know)
L_........ L_ ------------------------------
l ......... I
l/\/\/\/\/I
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Swordfish Ypsilanti, Michigan
nervous fingers on frets like cold flesh in a grocery aisle.
Chandler Lach (vocals/rhythm
guitar/thesaurus user)
Kyle McFarland (lead guitar/smash mouth enthusiast)
Elijah Bouldin (bass guitar/finger tapping boy wonder)
Elijah Simkins (drums/strong jawed tempo protagonist)
Kris Lane
(Trumpet Extraordinaire)
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