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Hotel Sheets
04:22
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Hotel city lights shine below
the dark crept up from behind the window
talking about some song I wrote
I don't remember now it was so long ago.
It was so long ago.
Blow out the candlesticks like last year
so many things have changed but not all of them so clear
she says "I love you" and I turn so red
Spent the whole damn week writing love songs in my head.
Over and over again.
You run a quarter mile to the corner store
writing all the way in a leather bound notebook slumber
she sleeps so softly under hotel sheets
I feel so dirty but she makes me clean.
I try to do right but it turns so wrong
I try to stay put but I just move on
I want to live now but it's not enough
I want to buy a house I want to be in love
I want to be in love.
(On a Monday I’m just waiting
And by Friday I’m just hating
All the time that we’re wasting
Always wasting away always wasting.
It’s all the time the things we can’t change
She says it’s alright and she is fine with it
I try to stop looking for what’s already there
I’ll try see what I have so clear.)
She tells me tales of her childhood home
of all the dogs and cats and the places that they go
and all the friends who seemed to fade away
I listen intently not a word to say.
Not a word to say.
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Drain
03:46
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I guess this is what forever feels like
Sure wish I could just disappear
I hate the voice that’s in the playback
Wish I wrote words you’d like to hear
Always knew I wasn’t a good person
Never lied to myself when I’m lying here at night
She says I’m sweet but in the wrong ways
I just want to make it right.
It’s all the things you once bought
Looking down with so much grief
Filling a casket with your notebooks
The words, the only thing to keep that meant anything.
Remember saying how I loved it
All the time we wasted then
I watch the clocks drain like a painting
I just want it back again.
So don’t be a stranger and I’ll call when I can
I was looking for an anchor but found dry land
All the time, the wasted seasons, the secrets we keep
All the things we hide, saying words that we don’t really mean.
They never meant a thing
Not a thing to me.
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Quiet
02:48
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wake up, go to work
come home so unfulfilled
you get a check, 600 bucks
not enough to pay all of these bills
i can't stand this modern life
how the hell does one make it by
im dying here, the city's loud
at least it's quiet on the inside
leave work, come home
the cameras on and it's watching me
undress for the faceless
time will tell if im worth anything
and i feel so anxious i don't know what i should do
they said that it's not okay but i swear im always the one
who's being used
i saw god on the corner of fairfax and sixth
he slept on the sidewalk and didn't ask for anything
mother and father don't worry cause there is nothing wrong
just tell me that i have what it takes and make sure i get everything done.
i'm always running out of time
he's always crossing the finish line
and it's alright, i'm alright, i swear to god that it's just fine
and it's alright, i'm alright, i swear to god that i'm just fine.
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