1. |
So Many Cigarettes
04:32
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Everybody's goin' out tonight
Do you think you're gonna be okay?
If you wanted I could stay awhile
I'm not opposed to leaving late
Close the door
Lock it tight
We've got time
You and I
It's only 6:30 PM
The party isn't starting 'til 10
Take the elevator to the ground
Step out into the street
Start heading over to my buddy's house
The pavement passing under me
On the porch there's a girl
She's got an eyebrow ring
She looks at my guitar and asks.
"Are you gonna sing?"
I say, "What do you think?"
These basements are the places where
we showcase our creations
A less than perfect circle filled with
unfamiliar faces
And our voices scale the ceilings
Slowly creeping blood alcohol content
Our throats are flowing like fountains
around this house
We drink, we sing
Well, there's two ladies sitting next to me
on the this dusty thrift store couch
that so many cigarettes have burned
And it's almost two and i have no clue who they are
or where they came from
But they're not you so I'm not too concerned
People ask to hear that song I wrote for you
I pick up my guitar and I give them what they want
Fast, loud, and out of tune
These basements are the places where
we showcase our creations
A less than perfect circle filled with
unfamiliar faces
And our voices scale the ceilings
Slowly creeping blood alcohol content
Our throats are flowing like fountains
around this house
We drink, we sing
It's 3:33
The party's dying down
And I'm finally free to get out this house
Don't think I'd forget you
You've been swimmin' in my head
I'm coming to get you
So we can dive back in that bed
Everybody went out
And I'm not really feeling like myself right now
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2. |
Stop Breathing
03:05
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How can I walk the edge when you draw such a straight line?
Black ocean meets black sky
I soak the oxygen while it still tastes of this night
Tomorrow I can't live this lie
I can't convince myself that I'm good enough
But being all alone is terrifying
I cannot give up
I hate the way you make my stomach feel
when you catch me looking as you're walking by
You know you stop breathing when I say hello or wave goodbye
I hate the way you make my body feel
Trembling and cold
Let's just reconcile
You know you stop breathing when I say hello or wave goodbye
How can I stay neutral when you choose to take a side?
I hope that now you're satisfied
Somehow in the future all of this useless talk will die
Tomorrow I can't live this lie
I can't convince myself that I'm good enough
But being all alone is terrifying
I cannot give up
I hate the way you make my stomach feel
when you catch me looking as you're walking by
You know you stop breathing when I say hello or wave goodbye
I hate the way you make my body feel
Trembling and cold
Let's just reconcile
You know you stop breathing when I say hello or wave goodbye
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3. |
The Counter and the Sink
05:32
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I saw two red lines
They were runnin' parallel
I saw tired eyes
They were closed but I could tell
That you were just pretending to sleep
Yea, you were just as restless as me
We were lying in the nook between the counter and the sink
And I was trying to annoy you so you wouldn't fall asleep
There was something that I wanted to do
But I wasn't sure if you wanted to, too
It was morning and everybody was sleeping
And I've never really felt that comfortable lying on the floor
And our heads were slowly moving closer together
Soon enough my breath was climbing up and over your chest
Then I leaned in and, well, you know the rest
I heard the screams for a parked car in the street
I felt you breathe, your heartbeat helped my fall asleep
And I woke up feeling new and improved
All because I woke up right next to you
The paper plates and plastic cups were thrown across the floor
And the wind was sneaking in 'cause I forgot to lock the door
It was a scene that I won't ever forget
And to think it almost never happened
It was morning and everybody was sleeping
And I've never really felt that comfortable lying on the floor
And our heads were slowly moving closer together
Soon enough my breath was climbing up and over your chest
Then I leaned in and, well, you know the rest
You drove me home just as the roads were getting used to the sun
“I know it’s cold but could you put my window down?”
And all the way I tried to comprehend just what we had down
I’m growing old but I can’t live like this for long
Let’s pretend that nothing’s wrong
I've got a lot of growing up to do
But I swear to God I'll make it up to you
If you could give me just one more chance
This time I'll make sure that it's the last
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It's morning on a Monday
Got my eyes fixed on the clock
Why can't it tick away to Tuesday
And then quickly be forgot?
So I can walk my way to Wednesday
While I'm thinking Thursday through
Because Friday, I'll be comin' back to you
The week is slowly burning
Like a candle and a flame
And as they melt away
The days are dying to make me sane
I'm counting down and now I'm well on my way passed two
'Cause Friday, I'll be on my way to you
Just climbed up the hill
And now I'm resting on the top
I'm catching all my breath
But don't you think that I've forgot
Now I'm looking forward
I got the bottom in my view
'Cause Friday I'll be comin' back to you
Looks like I'll be awake awhile
There's no way I'll sleep tonight
And I'm thinking of the ways that I can occupy my mind
Let the TV keep me company until that light shines through
'Cause tomorrow, I'll be accompanied by you
I been waiting patiently to see you again
It's taken everything I've got
Don't want to have to wait another second
No, let's make up for all the time we've lost
Finally it seems
Like everything's all right
The candle's burned away
And now the hill is out of sight
I'm staring out the window in the quiet of your room
It's Friday and I'm lying next to you
That's right
It's Friday and I'm lying next to you
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5. |
Shirley
04:34
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I hope bats and black cats cross your path
Sprinkle ash
Where you need to pal
This friendship is dead
It was your choice
Not a mystical voice
From beyond
No, I can't say this was always your plan
I'm sick of comforting you while you're drunk and confused
You're a waste of my time
Don't try to fumble around
I can figure you out
You're right where you left me
Dishonest and surly
But Shirley, you're turning me around
You're a drunk and you're down on your luck
But you're not fucked like you think
Your shrink thinks drinking's your flaw
Maybe so much
you're spirit's eroded
So implode
Just make sure you do it when I am not there
I'm sick of comforting you when you're drunk and confused
You're a waste of my time
Don't try to fumble around
I can figure you out
You're right where you left me
Dishonest and surly
But Shirley, you're turning me around
Hey girl,
Don't ever let 'em say it's your fault girl
Shirley,
You're alone
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6. |
Six Strings Away
05:53
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I'm tired of burying my face in wasted notebook pages
Inspiration is so evasive
So I take what I can get
A mosaic of unfinished thoughts thrown across my bedroom floor
If that pile climbs any higher
I'll have to dig to reach the door
I'm tired of cramping up my arm playing this damn guitar
I'm six strings away from digging my grave
The calluses on my fingers are getting thicker
Eventually they'll be nearly just as tough as the bone
A pen coughs up ink into a Kleenex
Gotta make sure I get this down
"Oh girl, you know that you don't mean this"
Yea, I like the way that sounds
That's another line forced out
Song's as alive as a cold corpse now
I would've beaten it to death anyhow
There's so many stars in this stretched out sky
How can I be expected to catch your eyes
If I can't even come up with some catchy lines?
Maybe I should sit this one out
I'm struggling for words in a dark parking lot
Well it's not exactly what I'd call "Renaissance"
But if I get from town to town, well then I'll be fine
That's all I need
I'm tired of standing on this stage stealing from others fame
If all the fakes had just one face
It'd be mine
I wanna travel all the world reciting my own words
But people aren't so quick to accept
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7. |
Phantom Limb
04:08
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Your side of the bed remains vacant and I just can't take it when I wake up with all of the blanket to myself. Sometimes, in the stillness of the night, I whisper your name and await a reply. Evening breeze rustling trees is all I ever get.
Your presence is still felt and this medicine, it don't help. No, you're the only one who can relieve my pain. It's quite frightening when you stop and you think about the dirty tricks we let our minds play on us.
I can sometimes feel your arms wrapped around my stomach.
Your breath in the crevices of my neck.
I can sometimes feel you chest pressed against my back.
But you left and I just can't seem to deal with that.
Sometimes I forget the way it tasted to kiss your face. I just stay up late in this empty basement, this holding cell. Sometimes you would call me late at night, from a party or bar or wherever you are and you'd talk to me so completely wasted, but I can't hang up.
I stagger down the hall because without you I can barely walk. These cold white walls are tired of breaking my fall. You're still haunting me. If I scream it will be under these sheets that used to be so comforting to me.
Can you sometimes feel you legs intertwined with mine?
You're fingertips tracing down my spine?
"Cause I can sometimes hear you ask, "What time did you get home at?"
But you left and I just can't seem to deal with that.
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8. |
Cold Wind Came
04:06
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Cars fly by down on Lakeshore Drive
I called you twice
Please take your time returning my call
Sea and sky are all my eye can see
I'm staring out the window on the 32nd story
This hotel room is painted blue
My cell phone rings but it ain't you
It's no one worth mentioning
If I tried to jump right now there'd be nobody here to stop me
Instead, I throw my jacket on and head to the lobby
I sink into streets I don't know well
Hailing a cab is hard as hell
I just put my head down and sink into the crowd
And move like a school of fish
In streams of cement sidewalks
Going against the traffic, I'm on automatic
The street performers beg for silver sympathy
The spirit is in me but my pockets are empty
All I can offer is the tip of my hat
They know as well as I know that you just can't buy food with that
Sitting on a park bench painted blue
I just seen a girl who looks a lot like you
So much so that I almost called out your name
But the cold wind came and blew that thought away
And I'm staring out across Lake Michigan wishing you were here with me
If only I could share this view with you
With my back to all those high-rise city buildings
Yea, this park bench was made for two
This park bench was meant for me and you
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