1. |
Rosaries Never Rust
03:11
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Little darling
Know when I lie
I only want to
lie with you
Build myself up
and die alone
AND WE ALL WISH
WE LIVED
IN NEW YORK.
OR SMALL TOWNS
IN VIRGINIA
Rosaries hung
from the hands
of a sinner
It’s all of us
It’s all of us
taking that shaky ride
Ooh little darling
I'm so much smaller
than you know
AND WE ALL WISH
WE LIVED
IN NEW YORK.
OR SMALL TOWNS
IN VIRGINIA
hold me out
Then throw me down
Out those double doors
It's the right thing to do
Right thing to do
GO RAISE YOUR KIDS SOMEWHERE ELSE (SHOUT THIS AT OUR SHOWS PLEASE)
AND WE ALL WISH
WE LIVED
IN NEW YORK.
OR SMALL TOWNS
IN VIRGINIA
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2. |
5202
03:28
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Finish up, meg ryan
Cause i can’t be the same
In this goddamn pressure cooker
I’m much colder, in the windows
I’ve grown older, with the widows
There’s no more green, no more me
Stealing books
Burning them up with my attention
Sitting down never felt so good
I’ve paved a road with my intentions
I can’t remember the things I’ve said
And I’m sorry
Will you Remember that
Longer times have passed
Than what we’re living now
But it’s just a game
Stealing books
Burning them up with my attention
Sitting down never felt so good
I’ve paved a road with my intentions
Theories, to you
Of working too long and too hard
Far too many hours
And now you’re grown up
You’ve become familiar to me
Stealing youth back from your parents
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3. |
Complex(SLC)
00:51
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302 miles north
Just over four hours away
Lies a city that I love
But could never live in
Crowd surfing and parking tickets
One way streets, traffic as usual
Am I choking because Cameron is smoking
Or has the air up here
Really got that bad
Record stores and thrift shops
places to buy flip-flops
run solely on capitalism
this towns a fucking mall
There's a lot to do
just cough up the money
but if you're broke this shit aint even funny
Making our way through Salt Lake City, Utah.
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4. |
Ode To Good Bitches
02:39
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Everything is the same
Write on my body
Words, Not eyes
Don't just look at me, baby
It doesn't matter, anymore
Were in the same place now
The world ended years ago
And I never saw you leave
Aren't you too late?
Sad Sad Pools
Heat sinking asphalt
and faded, chalk maps
How is it that you
Lost out on a good bitch
Coming back at me
Sidewalks and ash trees
Come up the driveway, honey.
Fuck me good
Sad sad pools
Heat sinking asphalt
and faded, chalk maps.
How is it that you
lost out on a good bitch
Goddamn it
Goddamn it
Goddamn It
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5. |
Wow, What A Mess
02:20
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Losing Weight
You don’t own anything
Softer still
Rusting out of your clothes
Tell me how what you’re doing is different
When you’ll finally change things
If this life you’re leading
Needs a hand
God knows you’re a lovely mess
And I'm just in the kitchen
And I'm cooking something good
Doesn’t fucking matter
Doesn’t fucking matter
It’s close quarters
There’s no doors
I might be sitting down
Faced with Leavin
Shock rockers
Stay here
Like soup kitchen staff
Who were really the first ones here
God knows you’re a lovely mess
And it doesn’t fucking matter
Doesn’t fucking matter
Doesn’t fucking matter
We both know
Three hours can be real far
And that hotel rooms
The real parking lot
The assassin, bullshit beaches, and settings
How fast can you get here
I’m so pent up
Harder than you are right?
God knows you’re a lovely mess
And it doesn’t fucking matter
Doesn’t fucking matter
Doesn’t fucking matter
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6. |
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I'm sitting on the road
Smoking these god damn cigarettes
Looking at the stars
And fucking screaming your name
Because it's the only thing left
That makes me feel alive
Though it still kills me to hear it everyday
Can we pretend
You're not breaking my heart
Can we pretend
You're not leaving for good
You said you'd always be here for me
But we both know
You were lying through your teeth
The week before
You told me you loved me
And you told me we weren't over
But now you won't even tell me
If you're doing okay
I called you up the other day
And you just ignored me
And now I’m choking at the thought
Of whose bed you’re in
And who’s got your time
And now I'm hung up
On this empty line
The silence muting my thoughts
This feeling in my gut
Says that I should stop
But I guess I just care too much
The river down the street
Offers a comforting embrace
With a promise to silence
Memories of us
To mend my heart
And lay it down
On the river floor
That I will soon make my new home
And if you find me
Don’t be sad
I just did what I felt was right
I’m sorry to leave you here all alone
But if you could leave me and still be okay
Why can’t I leave you and hope you’ll stay the same
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7. |
Funeral Song
01:05
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Haven't been to any of my dead friends funerals
Not even my best friends dads
It seems like even when it can't get worse
I know deep down it can
And I'm fucking conflicted.
I'm damn near torn to shreds
My head hurts and my body aches
and I can't fall asleep in my own bed.
Ate dinner at his house
a week before he drank himself to death
and it was scary as hell to imagine the way that his kids felt
it really fucked me up
I broke down crying in the auditorium
and I was bracing myself
for the hell that was to come
Why is it
That the good ones gotta go
and leave us here
all alone
his house hasn't been the same since.
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8. |
Hate Song For Heroin
01:37
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My old best friend from Oregon
Is either dead or living on the streets
And she's probably still shooting up and passing out
At every party in her town.
Rehab didn’t help her much
She was gone for about a month
And when she got out
She called me up
And that night she relapsed again.
So kill your local heroin dealer
Take that needle out of your arm
So kill your local heroin dealer
You're doing yourself and everyone else harm.
We've lost a lot of greats who chased that dragon
And through their art
They still live on.
But wouldn’t it be great
If they were still up on the stage
Instead of in the ground
Rotting in their graves.
So kill your local heroin dealer
Take that needle out of your arm
So kill your local heroin dealer
You're doing yourself and everyone else harm.
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9. |
No Time
02:10
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I think it’s comforting
Knowing I’ve seen
Grass stains on her knees
Sat straight up, sleepless night
I saw a little girl with four eyes
Maybe We Adopted
Come Here Quick
There’s NO time, just get on
I know more than I let on
You talk in your sleep
I’m In A
Cold Sweat
Less love
More budoir photography
God Damn
But when I think of you
No blinding flashes, blurry vision
Scary minded individuals
Was it
Really all that bad
I can’t see you anymore
In my own head
Love, it’s only been hours
Leave me alone
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