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on somnolence
02:53
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going to the bathroom youll be right back
you just need to make yourself look pretty
but no matter how much weight you lose
theres still no room left in new york city
so you lay around instead
too nervous to hit send
too fucked to remember the beginning
and too bored to make it to the end
when youre not around all i do is sit and worry
when i am with you im trying to catch that door early
i dont wanna think about you
not for a moment
not for the whole day through
*guitar solo*
going to the bathroom youll be right back
you just need to make yourself look pretty
but no matter how much weight you lose
theres still no room left in new york city
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a girl made of glass stands in a field
of daisies and dreams
of a life that's not quite hers
she sees the world through a looking glass
and everything's just a little bit off
she's not quite sure if she's real or not
i don't know what to do i'm feeling so blue
i just think of you
i miss the way you used to be
you were so carefree
now you're so far away
i think of you everyday
but i know that you’re not the same
she’s got a mind that’s always racing
and a mind that’s always racing
a girl made of glass stands in a field
of daisies and dreams
of a life that's not quite hers
she sees the world through a looking glass
and everything's just a little bit off
she's not quite sure if she's real or not
she’s got a mind that’s always racing
and a mind that’s always racing
she shatters at the lightest touch
but we can't look away
even though we know she'll break
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3. |
feels like warmth
02:53
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staring at myself in the mirror
only ever look back so blankly
sweeping fingers across your skin
as your heart beats so faintly
collecting fear, want to head back to safety
been leaving me on read a lot lately
wanted to hear yes
but it's barely a "maybe"
the scars on your arms
are where you've been torn
your love feels like harm
and to me harm feels like warmth
this hole I've fallen in
a composite sketch made of my dead friends
won't smile, I won't hit send
watch me go of the deep end
staring at myself in the mirror
only ever look back so blankly
sweeping fingers across your skin
as your heart beats so faintly
collecting fear want to head back to safety
been leaving me on read a lot lately
wanted to hear yes
but it's barely a "maybe"
the scars on your arms
are where you've been torn
your love feels like harm
and to me harm feels like warmth
so blankly
so blankly
so blankly
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4. |
2015 cassette
03:07
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I took a walk into the city
to see if I could see anything interesting
or something worth a little walk
but all that I could see
was a birds' nest above a neon sign
letter sober people know where to stop by
spend your money
hit on strangers
puke on the floor
get a DWI
maybe it’s good to stay home sometimes
because sometimes when I go outside
I get bummed out, go back in to hide
use my room as a disguise
cut the strings
push the buttons
read the street sign
snort cocaine
this can all be yours
take the keys drive away
and if the sky opened up what would we have to show your god?
I don’t think he would be impressed with this
I’m just some bum and I know I’m not
and if the sky fell down and the lord took a stroll out
onto our streets and looked around
I bet you he’d want to go back to his cloud
and if the sky opened up what would we have to show your god?
I don’t think he would be impressed with this
I’m just some bum and I know I’m not
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5. |
psychopomp
01:38
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so blankly Houston, Texas
there is somebody by to perceive them
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