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Intro
00:23
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~voicemail~
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You're The Best!
02:19
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I don't got a lot of friends left
What's left of them is what left of me
And yeah, I've only got a pack left
What's left of it's too far for me to see
I've only got a single rib left
Not enough for you to climb up to me
Experience and try to reflect
In all the facets of my shattering reality
I'm waiting for the last one to hurt less
Guess I'll stick out moving on until the next
The rage works its way up into my chest
Though I'm bleeding, baby yr the best!
Yr pretty hands just won't remember
The way my stomach seems to realize
And what we did and said last summer
Sits on my back till I'm immobilized
I don't think back to when we started
Don't think about when you were with me
No sense in being broken-hearted
Wait until the moment I was too blind to see
I'm waiting for the last one to hurt less
Guess I'll stick out moving on until the next
The rage works its way up into my chest
Though I'm bleeding, baby yr the best!
I'm waiting for the last one to hurt less
Guess I'll stick out moving on until the next
The rage works its way up into my chest
Though I'm bleeding, baby yr the best!
Though I'm bleeding, baby yr the best!
Though I'm bleeding, baby yr the best!
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3. |
In August
05:03
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If I went to yr house
I'd see yr mom in the kitchen
But it's not yr house anymore
It's just one that you lived in
I know it's stupid
I won't do it
But I'm not like you
And you won't like it
When you left my room in August
I had told you to be honest
And if I am being honest
I shouldn't have
But now that it's summer
I can hide under the covers
The sun shines a light on things that hover
In my mind
In my mind
Cigarettes don't pretend to burn my lungs
But I still breathe it in like it's enough
I looked into yrs to feel in love
You tell me yr not good at this kind of stuff
When you left my room in August
I had told you to be honest
And if I am being honest
I shouldn't have
But now that it's summer
I can hide under the covers
The sun shines a light on things that hover
In my mind
In my mind
In my mind
In my mind
I want you to say something
But I can't hear you through this nothing
Some say better things are coming
Not this time
when you left my room in august
i had told you to be honest
and if i am being honest
i shouldnt have
~but now that its summer
i can hide under the covers
the sun shines a light~
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4. |
Come Off It
02:54
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Too quiet to breathe and I can't see you
And the white noise in this room is too loud for me to hear you
"Come off this," baby, I don't want to
But I'm getting tired of all you ran me through
When you make this hard for me
Don't tell me it's over, I can't breathe
All I wanted was to love you
But I guess it was too much, too small for you
"Come off it," baby, I don't want to
I'm getting tired of you
When you make this hard for me
When you tell me yr sorry through yr teeth
Through yr teeth
I protected you from the things that I thought
Stayed quiet and calm but now I'm not shocked
At how yr lying to me through yr teeth
When you make things hard for me
Still suffocating through your knees
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5. |
International Delight
02:39
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Short end of the one thing you love
Leaves you lying in the street
Reaching for something to grasp
If I had known why he didn't ask
Maybe I would have, maybe I should have
Like coffee at a cheap motel
International delight
I wish I was someone's someone tonight
But you wouldn't know me now
It would be hard to find
I wish I was someone's someone tonight
Someone to loves me, someone who's easy
Someone who wants me, all of my body
All of my body, it's all for you gladly
Though it's hardly enough
But like coffee at a cheap motel
International delight
I wish I was someone's someone tonight
But you couldn't love me now
My heart's too hard to thaw
I wish I was someone's someone tonight
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6. |
Cards on the Table
03:07
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Who were you to find me like this?
All engrossed in party darkness
Saw you standing there, yr not hot shit
But now that I'm disappointed
I'll never learn
No, I'll never learn
I'll stop trying, I'll start crying
You say you love me but I don't buy it
Got two friends, they listen
But then I feel like I'm off the deep end
Saw you standing there with yr cards on the table
And I know they don't have my name
And it's hard when you feel like you'll never be able
To stand by yrself
Cause yr just a shell and they'll never know
They'll never know
And what they don't know won't hurt them
And what I don't know still hurts
But if I've got nothing to show for hurting
Then maybe I should hurt the most
Saw you standing there with yr cards on the table
And I know they don't have my name
And it's hard when you feel like you'll never be able
To stand by yrself
Cause yr just a shell
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7. |
Spur of the Moment
03:13
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It's a fortunate time to be alive
And I've got all the zest for life you could possibly find
I wake up in the morning and I sleep at night
And I do every little thing just right
I only get high on the weekend
When I miss you, I don't miss you
And life's a winning game that I get through
And I do without, without, without you
So what do I do
When you call me up on my phone
And say you think that she's the one for you?
Well I hold it back and say that I think it's great news
Because I do, I do
It's more dying than living at this point, I'm so sick
There's laundry on my floor that's 16 full miles thick
There's a leak in the pipes, the ones inside my eyes
And if I could start crying, well I think that'd be nice
So what do I do
When you call me up on my phone
And say you think that she's the one for you?
Well I hold it back and say that I think it's great news
Because I do, I do
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8. |
Unnatural State
01:55
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All the time I've spent awake
I'm in an unnatural state
Lying underneath the floor
I don't know how I live this anymore
I lie awake and I watch the sky
Turn darker from behind my eyes
Repeat that fear is friends with me
And that it's just him and I
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9. |
Cut Yr Hair
04:57
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verse 1:
Yr my least favorite color cause you stole my shoes
I kick myself to think I was on top of you
What ever is it like to be all in yr head
Does it even change when we get into bed?
Who were you last night when I saw you there?
You were not the same one, I think you cut yr hair
Cut yr hair, cut yr hair
Didn't watch me die just to fall asleep
Didn't care to lie when you were with me
Been a long time since I was in yr face
Guess it looks like I gotta find my own place
Who were you last night when I saw you there?
You were not the same one, I think that you were scared
You were scared, you were scared
Sunshine of my life
Don't cut yr hair tonight
All this seems so fake
Don't let it eat you alive
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10. |
Face to Face
02:58
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I'm afraid to flaunt another mediocre year
Won't you stay and help me keep away the tears?
That's too close, I can't be too near to you
I feel at home but I can't be clear with you
Cause I only hope that you think of me that way
When will we grow? It won't turn into nothing
When you look down I can hardly say
I've been waiting all day to be face to face
I can't assign a line for you
I'll make a move you can't refuse
Can't do it like the big girls do
Lying and promising you think it's cute
Cause I only hope that you think of me that way
When will we grow? It won't turn into nothing
When you look down I can hardly say
I've been waiting all day to be face to face
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