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Intermission
02:12
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The person you were asked you a question.
An enigma.
The sky means nothing at all
To my diarrhea, my diarrhea.
The very first sensation takes a vacation.
Sequester the nincompoop,
And preserve my oblong heart.
Maybe then we can sing about
Diarrhea, my diarrhea
Diarrhea, my diarrhea
Let’s pretend I’m not addicted to being a part of you.
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Exist
02:06
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I can play guitar.
You’re the one who sings.
We can get lost in the melody,
So play that tambourine.
I can hear your heart.
It’s like a work of fiction.
Every beat sets the tempo.
I thought I heard,
You would give anything to be there with me.
If I had the chance, I know I’d do the same.
We can play pretend
We’re in a rock band.
Singing our songs in the shower,
So sing that harmony.
It feels like a dream.
Must be something in the water.
Every note captivates me.
I know you don’t but
You would give anything to be there with me,
But you and I both know you would give
Anything to be there with me,
But you and I both know you don’t exist.
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You’ve got a way
Of doing little things that drives me crazy.
But you got away.
Plenty of fish or some worn out cliché.
I’ve taken some time.
A couple years, my tailspin stabilized.
Not losing my mind,
I’m still crazy but it’s time I realized.
I’m a sucker for disco.
You’ve always been the better dancer.
If I save you a slow dance,
I’ll try not to step on your toes.
I’ve got a way
That I can’t place but it drives you crazy.
It’s stuck in the past.
Give me a reason why we can’t bring it back.
I don’t want to waste your time.
I can settle that the fault is mine.
I didn’t really know myself,
Not sure if it was a private hell.
I’m a sucker for disco.
You’ve always been the better dancer.
If I save you a slow dance,
All you’ve got to do is ask.
All you’ve got to do is ask.
And maybe I dropped my rose tinted glasses in a puddle of nostalgia.
I tell myself it’s all I need but in the end, I don’t need anything.
I’m a sucker for disco.
You’ve always been the better dancer.
If I save you a slow dance,
All you’ve got to do is ask.
I’m a sucker for disco.
You’ve always been the better dancer.
If I save you a slow dance,
I’ll try not to step on your toes.
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“Can you tie my shoes? I think my fingers are broken.
Because my momma told me
That the way to win a man’s heart is to ask him
For favors and act as ambiguous as humanly possible
That way he knows it’s real.
So can you tie my shoes? I think my fingers are broken.”
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5. |
Doot Doot Melon Farmer
02:48
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Sometimes, my brain thinks I should do
Anything no matter if I’m screwed.
“It’s there. We’re here. Come on. Let’s do it.”
Think twice? Afraid my brain won’t go
For that. Why give me back control?
“Shut up. Let’s go do something stupid.”
That’s alright.
Now, don’t blow your cover.
You’re going to find yourself on the way down.
That’s alright.
It’ll only last for the summer.
Lay on your back enough, you start looking up.
Sometimes, my brain thinks I should stop
Trying so hard. “Let’s close up shop.
No lights. No sounds. We won’t be a burden.”
Cheer up? Afraid it’s not so cut
And dry. I’ll wait this sucker out.
“Don’t forget, no one likes you like this.”
That’s alright.
Now, don’t blow your cover.
You’re going to find yourself on the way down.
That’s alright.
It’ll only last for the summer.
Lay on your back enough, you start looking up.
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6. |
Aggressively Apathetic
03:38
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I’m waking up far past my alarm,
But there’s no panic. I’ve got nowhere to be.
I toast a bagel every morning.
Nothing ever changes. I wish that bothered me.
So bother me.
I’m falling again. My luck’s the usual.
Someone stop me. The feeling’s not mutual.
Should’ve seen this coming, the same play every year.
Try to change the approach a little bit.
I’m not fooling anyone but me.
It makes no difference. At least it seems.
Beating a dead horse is all I’ve seen.
I’m sick of searching aimlessly.
I think I’d settle for worse but different.
‘Cause I want something else to be bitter about.
Living on the edge sarcastically.
The only drugs I do are Claritin and caffeine.
I could get better, but I’ll stick with insecurity.
Even though I’m sick of all of this,
I don’t see me changing anything.
It makes no difference. At least, it seems.
Beating a dead horse is all I’ve seen.
I’m sick of searching aimlessly.
I think I’d settle for worse but different.
‘Cause I want something else to be bitter about.
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I’ve been trying to come up with a date
That I couldn’t mess up.
Maybe a movie is safe?
We could watch Indiana Jones.
I’d complain the reboot really wasn’t that bad.
And you would say, “Can you take a hint?
I didn’t think this would end so platonically.”
And I’m just as oblivious as I’ve always been.
You could take off all your clothes and tell me,
We were always meant to be.
And I would still believe you were well out of my league.
I’d say, “At the risk of being rude,
Could you have a seat next to me?
Or you’ll miss my favorite scene.”
We could watch Indiana Jones.
I’d complain the reboot really wasn’t that bad.
And you would say, “Can you take a hint?
I didn’t think this would end so platonically.”
And I’m just as oblivious as I’ll always be.
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8. |
Flood Pants
03:05
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Can you tell that I’m a wreck?
There’s moments that haunt me where I replay
Every word that you said
In the heat of the moment. You swear up and down
That they were never meant,
But every lie starts with at least a grain of the truth.
I’ll make it quick like a Band-Aid
Because you don’t need the hurt.
Don’t you mention Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
I’m not lacking reasons to stay.
Can’t you tell that I’m a wreck?
A catch 22 where I’m happy with you but still
Holding you back.
You’re tossing your dreams to waste away with me.
But if I clip your wings,
Even if you are happy, I just couldn’t live with myself.
I’ll make it quick like a Band-Aid
Because you don’t need the hurt.
Don’t you mention Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
I’m not lacking reasons to stay.
Can’t you tell that I’m a wreck?
If I’m holding composure, don’t think for a moment
That I never cared.
I rehearsed the diction because I didn’t trust I would
Say what I meant.
If I’m seeming distant, it’s all that is getting me through.
Well, head and heart are telling me, I’ll never do better than you.
I know they’re right. I’d give it up for you to see there’s more out there than me.
In the end, I’ll go back to watching YouTube videos
About stupid subjects like how to talk to girls.
And you’ll move onto something better than me like curing cancer,
Or writing a novel. I bet they’ll cast you in the film adaption.
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People say it gets easier if you don’t let it get to you.
I’ve waited for time to fix it up for so very long.
But nothing changed, so what they said wasn’t so far from wrong.
It’s up to me to try again. Bring on disaster now.
So what did I say?
Did it come out alright?
I know that my brain don’t always do what it thinks it does.
“Why are you such a pessimist? Look at the brighter side.”
If you were me, you would understand, so hang on to your advice.
Now, I’m taking one step at a time to get myself out there.
Piece by piece, it gets easier or at least, I’ve tricked myself.
So what did I say?
Did it come out alright?
I know that my brain don’t always do what it thinks it does.
So call me insane.
I’ll take it in stride.
It’s hard to explain.
I just see things in a darker light.
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10. |
Fin
02:26
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I met you on the second floor.
I’m sorry that your nickname stuck.
We’d laugh at stupid things.
What can you expect from dumb freshmen?
I’m sorry that we didn’t talk much after that,
And less every year.
Now, I’ve heard you’re gone.
They’ve already held your funeral.
So say hi to Kurt. Say hi to Hemingway.
I hope that music still plays where you are.
Taking your life, it just will not isolate.
You’ll never know who will notice you’re gone.
Life sends death countless gifts.
And death keeps them forever.
There’s no return policy,
So I hope you found your peace.
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11. |
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Grizzly Bear Therapy
Songs by a sweaty dude in a cold basement.
(Puns provided for an additional fee)
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