1. |
putt
03:49
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comfort in the walls
no one seems to see me here at all
no traces left of where i’ve been
haven’t moved around here much at all
feel much comfort
in forgetting who i am
borderline insane
stuck in loops of memory lane
ive lost control
torn between the thought, i can’t decide; brain’s in knots
puttering about, i’m getting bored of social cues i have ignored
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blinded by your insecurity
is the reason why you are so mean to me
and i want to punch your face
but you are like … 6 feet tall
and you tower over me
mocking the fact that i am small
bloodshot eyes, when you walked into our class
hunting for, the next student you’ll harass
scrawny eyes, wincing as you choose your seat
knowing they, could be your quote on quote “dead meat”
i was hoping you would go away
then you transferred schools and it was all ok
i heard you did a crime,
but because you’re an athlete, you didn’t do time
sexual assault, is a no-brainer for pea-brains like you
bloodshot eyes, while your numbing all the pain
realizing that i am much of the same
but instead of pushing it on all the nerds
i push these insecurities out in my words
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3. |
date
03:45
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on arkansas street i saw
a girl who had red hair and overalls
she looked the same from the photos she sent
and into my dorm room we went
i know deep down that i don’t want to
partake in anything or any
one for that matter, it seems so new
but now it seems i’m getting lucky
piercings running up and down my chest
for what, i don’t know
she leads me out and to the transit station
all the while anxiety towers high over me
subtle gestures, PDA, and lust
i feel uneasy but she is oh so kind
hideaway and have a cigarette
to calm the nerve a little bit
i don’t know anyone here
i am merely a spectator
in a crowd i see them play their charts
i feel better
what insight have i gained from this day
be careful when constructing plans with people that you meet on the internet.
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4. |
o love
03:16
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o love, you carried me
in ways that i couldn’t explain
and now you’re all gone
and im no longer strong
o love, you cheated me
you told me that you would,
would be there for me
wells that’s all a lie
and i can’t get by
oh no
o love, you saved me
in ways that i could explain
but you
but you were so rude
o love you gave me
all of the trauma and scarcity
but i have moved on
and straight to hell ive gone
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5. |
ghosts
02:19
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*this recording was impromptu; the following is a more refined interpretation of lyrics i reference for performances*
raised by ghosts
see them grow into
raised by ghosts
they were my pride, and my sisters too
once fell down, and it hurt
it made me crush
in my room
did i mention, it was a long time ago
was a long time ago
raised by ghosts and
taking them to school and
seeing them learn from their teachers
taking them biking
it was all a long time ago, cuz they’re ghosts
they’re all growing up to become very sad,
i love them ghosts
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6. |
the floor
08:14
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it wasn’t until now, that i felt, some pain
and it wasn’t until now, that ive shed, some tears
and i yearn to move on, after all, these years
staring through myself, i feel nothing, i see nothing
you hit the bottom of the barrel
i hit the bottom of the barrel
when i said, those ignorant words
and you thought that i didn’t care
though during that time, i acted purely
out of necessity
how could i, have been so blind?
i haven’t felt this way
since a time that ive repressed
and it seems too easy
to forget all the trauma
for too long ive stored these thoughts
in the darkness of my brain
for it wasn’t long ago, that i was on the floor
the floor
i missed your kind words
for you gave me the proper, validation
i craved so much
when i saw your face, and spoke with you for the first time
i could’ve sworn … i was speaking with an angel
such a shame, you had to spread your wings
and it wasn’t until now, that ive fried my brain
and it wasn’t until now, that ive completely fucked myself
for i miss them oh so much, and wish they’d scare me straight
for it wasn’t until now, that i am on the floor
and it wasn’t until now
that ive felt
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7. |
loss
06:18
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8. |
recycling
04:29
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*this recording was performed intoxicated and the lyrics were impromptu; the following is a more refined interpretation i reference for performances*
may 2018 was a time of drugs and shame
some girls they were casual, some were not
it all boiled down to a brewing pot of cigarettes
and when i was in this place
things seemed to be all perfect
except for my father
i was a total good, positive
mental attitude that boiled down to decent grades (peace and grace)
but was it all nice?
yes it was because i yearn for those days where i was just a 17 year old boy lost in his mind
but had found it was a
wall of romance
some good ones, some bad ones, but mostly it was ok
and now i’m in san francisco right across the bridge in the lower area and i’m not ok
jesus, jesus christ
i was just a boy, 17 years old
but wasn’t too long ago, only looking at less than a year
to a year because times flying by before my eyes and i’m realizing
all the ways that life can change
how life can take all these twists and turns and them make them change
and now i’m in this i’ll no longer call my own soon because of lousy roomates even though i am
playing this guitar, at such a loud volume at 1:26 in the morning, i can’t see my mind
but that’s ok
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9. |
mountain time
06:46
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*lyrics written by molly nilsson*
I'm always dreaming I could run away
As long as I remember, it's been that way
There's nothing for me happening here
Or maybe there is, maybe I'm running out of fear
Or maybe life's only just begun
When you're on the run
I go out each night, expecting more of the world
Something new and exciting, something I've never heard
They want you to grow up so that you can have their babies
Is there nothing else out there waiting for us maybe?
Some people would just rather have fun
And be on the run, on the run
On the run, on the run
Something tells me I'll be better off if I stay in my mind
It's like everyone round here have their watches set to Mountain Time
Their perfect lives in paradise was never meant for me
Fuck it, I think I'd rather be on the run
I'll go out each night expecting more of the world
Something new and exciting, something I've never heard
Let them grow their beards and talk careers
But all their words have lost their meaning
I'd never wanna do what they expect me to
But something entirely new
Something entirely new
I'm always dreaming I could run away
As long as I remember, it's been that way
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10. |
stupidfucker
06:02
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stupid, fucker, you're a stupid fucker (x∞)
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