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Leftovers
03:48
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You were a summer, I was a winter
It’s fine but it isn’t
What a way to be, somebody’s leftovers
All-consumed flame brought down to a smolder
I never knew it would be so benign
Learning the moves to enact them in time
So I parked the car on top of the hill
And we got out and looked at the stars
Free from the yellow covering the city
But I solemnly got back in the car
I dreamed I ran into you at a party in the sixties
It was all that I could do
To pray to god you weren’t there with me
And I bolted upright with a gasp
And drank and drank again
What a way to be, somebody’s leftovers
Conscious of even the coldest of shoulders
The lines we took turns plotting out in the sand
While stomping on each one was part of the plan
I thought I missed your pale and angular face
But it turns out like just about everything else
I was caught up in yet another mistake
You called me a typical Scorpio
I responded that you were a Cancer
You said you were born in May
And I said I wasn’t talking about your birthday
Your iPhone sailed across the room
And shattered like a toppled statue
So long, farewell, I guess I’ll see you in hell
When it’s a hot one, you can catch me riding shotgun
Maybe I didn’t appreciate all the time
You spent learning to put up with my thoughts
Maybe I undervalued the lessons
That you wish you’d never taught
Going out of your mind
When you’re the leftovers this time
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2. |
Scorpion Inspection
03:31
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If you were a conduit
A channel for living things so slowly
If you could not take the hint
A battering ram, my one and only
I can’t deal with this scorpion inspection
I just want to shake your hand and be gone
But you fell victim to every little slight
And made a home out of the hill you’d die on
If you would thrash and not shout
The hex you had gambled for might dry up
You can’t dial nine to get out
But you’ll keep on trying ‘til you wise up
How am I supposed to compete with you?
You stack your room with awards
That you win when you’re bored
Grinning in a manner that’d put off the Cheshire Cat
That’s your whole thing, you flex and you sting, oh
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Drip Drip
03:32
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Eight in the evening, you’re aching to leave
But I’m still getting ready, oh
I must have woken from a horrible dream
My accounts were all empty, oh
And all of our hands drip down through the sand
The hours slide faster than anyone planned
I don’t if I can learn to be a man again
I upcycled the old rocking chair
And you didn’t really notice, oh
The paint is different but the memory’s there
All etched in just like a votive, oh
Pay the rent or get evicted
Pay the rent and get evicted anyway
Unsold confusion taking up real estate, I cannot relate to it
Your disillusion is the bulk of your craft
It’s making me laugh again
And the drip, it won’t stop
You can’t turn back the hands of the clock
And the drip it won’t stop, it won’t stop
It won’t stop ‘til we’re gone
A loose thread on the hem of my shirt
I will never quit picking, oh
A testament to all the people I’ve hurt
Yet I must play the victim, oh
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4. |
Airport The Airport
03:10
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When life has built us up and we’re apt to celebrate
But all the local flora will not draw us into fate
The life of luxury could be sat in our lap
Just grab hold of an errant dart and aim it at the map
Airport the airport
And we’ll airplane the airplane
‘Til we city the city
And we’ll see what’s left for you and me now
When life has brought us down and the stars align all wrong
The daily grind cannot command us with its siren song
You and I both know the way to beat the rush
We’ll hop a cab and search for hidden gems awaiting us
And somewhere far away we triumphantly kiss
Darling, you’re the only one I need to travel with
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5. |
Everybody's In A Hurry
03:06
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Ten o’clock on the dot and the doctors surround
To report what they’ve found in you
Guess we’re in quite a spot with the sores from the bed
And the beat in your head now
We lie in wait for the call to come in
Taking life on the chin
Imprecise dates litter calendar walls
Voices echo through halls
Everybody’s in a hurry, my love
Soon the morphine erupts
And the whites of your eyes shrink to half of their size
Tonight we can be just for us
Not a footprint to spare, curling up in a chair now
We’ll get through this with the pills on the shelf
It’s just like anything else
The spots they’ve missed leave you feeling too warm
Look at you in good form
The manual we were given as kids didn’t prepare us for this
We’ve paid in full with the brunt of the cost funneled into a loss
Please slow down, please slow it down
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Red
03:47
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Built up a life full of odds and ends
The sounds churned out at breakneck speed
It’s a modest life and I like it fine
Yet modesty is not what you need
A line forms for the brand new breakout
Much like ten years before
The glimmer fades, sarcasm lingers
In a pool on the kitchen floor
I don’t take the drugs you want me to take
As I curl up in my own bed
I think it would only be a mistake
If I bailed on this to make Red
My bangs used to be so crooked
The arthouse foolery made you wince
In 2015 I leaned into baldness
Haven’t paid for a haircut since
It’s not the art of attraction
Keeps you lapping up all your nerves
But we both know that you could do better
Every time your attention swerves
You’re not sure about this place
All the patrons flash their golden grins
I just plug in to make ends meet, yeah
And you get to watch so everyone wins
You see her laughing on the TV
Her arm around him at a sporting event
You point and you say that could’ve been me
But I’m not sure which one you meant
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7. |
Future
04:17
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I’m not afraid of the future
But the future, she’s afraid of me
I’m not afraid of the future, she’s afraid of me
I’m only trying to make it right
But she hides away from the words I write
The candles flying around
As if their flames tickle the dark
But we won’t know how to comfort them
If we cannot find a spark
I won’t give up on the future
But the future, she’ll give up on me
No, I won’t give up on the future, she gives up on me
I’m praying not to pay the cost
But she keeps on insisting that all is lost
I’m lining up for the future and the future opens up to me
Yes, I’m lining up for the future, she was made for me
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I made a deal with the devil
And I think he got the raw end of the deal
‘Cause now he’s stuck watching my ass
As I’m running like a hamster on a wheel
And he’s spitting out hashtags and calling me blessed
With my terrible body and miserable friends
Don’t make me laugh
Fourteen thousand six hundred
Such a lot of days to fit in forty years
Cringing with each passing moment
He can’t stop the blood from pouring out his ears
When I tried to tell god he wouldn’t listen to me
‘Cause I invoked his name with a lowercase G
I made a deal with the devil
And he drafted an amendment to the clause
But I think that it’s kind of funny
So I chuck the contract down his gaping maw
As he begs for rescission and pulls up a chair
And he kicks and he screams about how it’s not fair
But I can’t live in fear of a pit of despair
What’s the point of a hell when I’m already there?
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9. |
Full Moon
03:14
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Binge watch the inside of your eyelids
Flip flop between the damage I did
Do I seem anxious now? If not, how do I seem?
I don’t know what it means to you
But I know how it works on me
I laugh myself to sleep beneath the full moon
Drinking in the antidote all night
Like I’m allergic to the sound of passersby
Who view my slumber as a means
To keep from calling out their crimes
Lilac, this comforting comforter
Pitch black as though you’ve just been murdered
I’m irresponsible, and unresponsive too
I don’t know what it means to me
But I know how it works on you
Never once a need to be brave
When you’ve got two feet in the grave
And don’t it make you wish you were
A million miles away from the ground
I’m counting up and up, ascending through a dream
I don’t know what you’re on
But that shit doesn’t work on me
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10. |
Aqua Life
04:09
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Sitting in the basket of the waves
Feels like I’ve been treading now for days
Peace upon my mind is all I ever care to find
Resting eyes and soaking up the rays
I can see the forest for the trees
Goosebumps form amidst the summer breeze
Far out from the land and the silky orange sand
As relaxation crashes over me
The hours all but fade in my one man parade
I think I’ve got it made, this aqua life
Clouds are giving way to all the birds
As I fumble searching out my words
Open up my mouth but I can’t produce a sound
The rushing tide is all I ever heard
I’m clinging to the coast and feeling like a ghost
In this world that I love most, this aqua life
This aqua life, I can’t survive but it’s all right
One finger up, two fingers up
Three fingers up, I’m going down
Soon they’ll send the men out from the shore
Swirling out across the ocean floor
Trying to change my fate but it’s already too late
I’ll never be stressed out anymore
I’m sinking down alone, in my forever home
And I just can’t condone this aqua life
Oh no
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11. |
Last Night's Concert
03:41
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I can’t believe that I’m sitting where I’m at
In sight but out of mind, desperate for air
You’re spinning all around, I’m the apogee
Blissfully unaware that I’m seeing you seeing me
And I’m not afraid of going insane
But I’m already late to memories I made up
And I won’t behave, I know you’re the same
But I hope you don’t fade the moment I wake up
No screaming legions of fans to fight for space
No X’s on my hands but I don’t need to drink
I’m only taking in haunting melodies
So desperate not to blink and cure myself of your disease
I want you to sing to me forever
I can’t get by without your magic voice
I’m luckier than I could imagine
In your living room for last night’s concert
I don’t want to wake up
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12. |
Part 1a
03:27
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The first moment I saw you is etched in my mind
Now when you’re standing in front of me
It’s still like that first time
An infinity of things we’ve seen and done
But the plans we’ve made have barely just begun
Our story won’t build up to an end
Every chapter and line repeats again
And all our memories are just a flicker of a shade
Because we’ve only hit part 1a
The whole world could fit in the palm of your hand
Each adventure is merely a grain in the Sierra sand
We could stake a thousand lifetimes as our claim
Still a myriad of room within our frame
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