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Greener Grass
02:22
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Turn the camera on
the pictures clearer at least just for me
looking in from the outside
oh what a pleasant place to be
I'm walking home with broken wings
A tongue tied drunk my mother's son
I pet the cats I go to sleep
and dream of all I've never done.
She's got dead butterflies
framed hanging on four bedroom walls
photographs from all the times
we said we forgot but not at all
I'm walking in and biting nails
a hollow shell my father's son
pretend that the grass is green
and tell myself that I'm in love.
Days they blend and never end
sit on the couch till I can't stand
I watch the film I read the book
I see you there but I can't look
I'm walking out I'm saying shit
I can't take back but fine with it
The car is packed the cats are home
I feel so broken and alone.
I'm buying ropes and tying knots
I'm getting rid of all these thoughts
I'm kicking chairs so I can hang
I say my prayers for anything
I wear your clothes and they all fit
a sense of comfort comes with it
I feel ashamed I'm made the fool
it's who I am so kick the stool.
Turn the camera on
the pictures clearer at least for me
looking from the outside
"Oh what a pleasant place to be!"
I'm walking home with broken wings
A tongue tied drunk my mothers son
I pet the cats I go to sleep
Nightmares of the things I've done.
Oh all the things I've done
all the things I've done
all the things I've done...
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2. |
2nd Street
03:40
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you're a portrait of so many different faces
each one you picked up along the way
you listen to each word intently
but had nothing when asked what you had to say
the indian summer came with a vengeance
you awoke when the sun kissed your lips
a dead written in some journal
came back to haunt your innocence
middle class white trash
walking down the street
speaking in tongues to a God
who said "I don't owe you a fucking thing"
I saw Claire at the bookstore
on 2nd street
She said "I feel great but I know that I'm dying"
and I'm dying too, all over you.
Written in the stars was the future
the card of death lay before
being honest what you wanted
couldn't have asked for any more
I call mother on a monday
see how things are back home
saw Bobby down at the bar last week
he said "I'm killing myself to be alone"
middle class white trash
walking down the street
speaking in tongues to a God
who said "I don't owe you a fucking thing"
I saw Claire at the bookstore
on 2nd street
She said "I feel great but I know that I'm dying"
and I'm dying too, all over you.
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3. |
Wildflowers
04:18
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Love letters on my fingertips
I wrote you a song but you didn’t even listen to it
We get old and used to this shit
Everyday I’m in awe of the beauty that lies within
Hold my hand as I lay on the track
The train is coming there’s no going back
You said “Come with me and we’ll get out of this town
I’ll buy you a house and this time I’ll stick around.”
But did you hear the sound?
Drowning me out...
But did you hear the sound?
The clock ticks
My heart hits
100% and I’m in love
Your warm lips
The motions
Lying in bed I can’t get enough
Your sweet talk
Your white lies
The wildflowers that grow inside
Your soft skin
Had my aching
For something I hoped I would find.
But it’s never the right time
I fall too deep
It’s never the right time
I’m used to suffering.
Lovely whispers that meant nothing at all
An empty dial tone whenever you call
Smell of whiskey, cigarettes and the bar
Crying myself to sleep cause you fell so far
Night sweats, bad omens all around
Hanging my crosses turning them upside down
Tell me sweet things when you’re sneaking in late
I’ll ignore the smeared lipstick, “oh ain’t life so great?”
I give and it takes
I give and it takes
I give and it takes
Ain’t life so great?
The clock ticks
My hearts hits
100% falling out of love
Your warm lips
Familiar motions
Apologies I’ve had enough
Your smooth talk
Your bold lies
The wildflowers that grow inside
Your thick skin
I’m crying
I just wanted to be alright.
But it’s never the right time
I fall too deep
It’s never the right time
I’m used to suffering.
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4. |
Graveyard Shift
05:28
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Graveyard shift at the diner
don't get much lonlier than this
serving coffee to the widows
washing down the liquid bliss
Sunday service after work
the preacher man he always prays
I ask him for a second chance
but he just promises better days.
Graveyard shift at the Denny's
serving breakfast to the cops
they wash the blood off in the parking lot
from some young kid that they just shot
Sunday service in the morning
the preacher man he always preys
on the elderly and the weak
until they've given all they saved.
but i'm just cleaning up the vomit
the piss and shit up off the floor
collapsing on the bleach stained tile
saying "oh god i wanted more"
Jesus Christ let me go
talking myself in circles
I'll give my blood
I'll give my life
here's my mistakes
I'll make them right
but I'm such a coward
I can't even try
to leave this place
so I'll apologize
every time.
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5. |
Hartford
04:24
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I'll be doing God's work
getting stoned just north of Hartford
maybe he'll see I'm doing just fine
I don't believe anymore but I still pray every night.
Tell my friends I'm out late
but really I just lie awake
hoping for some divine answer or truth
I was once so fucking hopeful but now I'm just always blue.
Don't know who I am anymore
the reflection in the bathroom mirror has become a blur
and every bone cries out to run away
not be the one who needs to be saved.
The hangman is on my shoulder
he just grows as I get older
knows my sins a little too well
my dishonesty dies with me in my own hell.
The guilt in between
happiness and whatever's in me
another lost feeling
fleeting like my worn out memory
probably from the drinking
when we were together, when I drank you away
out in some city
where I spent all my time in the freezing northern rains.
Sometimes I still think
of how things could be if I have myself at home
in some old apartment
surrounded by old photos
of past loves and good times
the things you couldn't bring yourself to burn
I wonder if I'm somewhere
hanging on your wall or in a record you turn.
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6. |
Sixteen Months
02:14
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It’s been sixteen months
Since I sobered up
But I still feel as lost as I did
And it’s been while
Since I even saw you smile
If I only had a god to believe in
But don’t you miss that drunk and my honesty
The last time that I saw you was the last time you saw me
I was puking in a trash bin inside my own daydream
Heaven knows that it meant everything to me.
And it’ll take some years
Before I get back all the fears
I had when I couldn’t drink them in peace
Well you, you have your god
And know that I have got no one
Say a prayer for the sinner in me.
Give your whole check
To a collection
In hopes to buy your way to a better place.
But you can preach on the street
And god can say anything to me
But I can’t guarantee I’m listening.
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7. |
Terminal C (In F)
03:06
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Coffee for the late night
Crowds rolling in
Put on your fake smile
And that light baby blue apron.
Practicing your hellos
Goodbyes at the same time
Watching everyone go
Into the dark sky.
Crying out your eyes
In some company break room
Telling yourself lies
Like you’ll be out of here soon.
You say “I’ll meet some nice boy
He’ll take me far away from this place.”
Get married have a couple kids
Living out the life you always dreamed.
But this single room apartment
Gets smaller everyday
No matter how many graveyard shifts
I just can’t make enough to save me.
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8. |
Oxnard
03:18
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the place that you grew up in
the sound of the sea
your dads house in the summer
was heaven to me
we slept in the spare room
fell quickly asleep
to the currents of the ocean
and the chaos it brings.
those flashing lights
carnival rides
everybody goes in
but ill stay outside
in the lapping of the waves
ill wait for your call
remembering the summer
before I fade into the fall.
its all of those used car lots
and their broken dreams
the pier that you jumped off of
to feel like drowning
in something other than the sadness that you wear
like a coat that you hung up
when we got home I was just scared
and we were so fucked.
I was so fucked.
those flashing lights
carnival rides
everybody goes in
but ill stay outside
in the lapping of the waves
I wait for your call
remembering the summer
before I fade into the fall.
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