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Delicate Genius
02:24
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It’s that glow coming off of the nightstand
and the harsh realization sleep won’t be had.
It’s that push-up just to get up off the ground.
I’m writhing in pain to seize the day.
Critics say, “This is getting older.”
My body’s breaking down,
My heart’s growing colder.
I’m okay. Yeah, I’m fine.
Just let it by and I’ll be alright.
Yeah, I’m okay. I said, “I’m fine.”
Telling myself lies to make it by.
It’s another trip down that magnetic tunnel.
resonance resounds now I’m deep in REM cycle.
Dreaming of times come and gone.
Nostalgia holds on, I think it’s time to move on.
The doctors say, “You’re just getting older.”
My body’s breaking down,
My heart’s growing colder.
It’s that glow coming off of the nightstand.
I’m writhing in pain to seize the day.
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Comatose
02:07
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Used to wonder when the punchline’s coming
Used to feel like I was learning if I’m playing along
But what did I retain?
Your life is falling apart
My life is falling apart
If that’s the stuff of great art like what they say
Man, I’d rather be comatose
Shaking hands with unknown ghosts
I already always feel the same
Just leave me comatose
If it makes you feel better, let my vital signs roll
Just don’t make me live my life today
My life is falling apart
Your life is falling apart
At least we will make interesting history
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3. |
Victory Nap
02:57
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Take a breath and let it all settle in.
Exhale and expel carcinogens.
Close your eyes tight, wait for sunrise.
In the morning, we’ll overanalyze the night.
Foggy images never shed light.
On our past lives, I still miss mine.
Tonight, I’m a broken record of dried tears and rehashed memories.
Caught in the grooves of familiar melodies.
Tonight, I’m singing the same song from a heart ripped from its sleeve.
Looking back on the past and who I used to be.
Time to regress and relive past regrets.
Make amends of this mess and place new bets.
Smile wide and pretend you’re fine.
Tonight, I’m a broken record of dried tears.
Memories now my deepest fears.
Tonight, I’m singing the same song from a heart.
All my faults and all of these false starts.
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4. |
Friends For Hire
03:27
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You need friends for hire
Your real ones are too busy or tired
I’m last on your list, but you feel inspired
And you know what I’m gonna say
But hey, that’s never stopped you anyway
All I want is my own night
I’m so tired of this fight
I’ll come back with a stumble
Convictions quickly fumbled
I wake up before the dawn
To a planet you don’t know you’re on
You should be fine to keep me out of mind
Give me time to waste
It’s the only thing that makes me envy you
I can’t slow down, and I can’t keep up the pace
You’re just waiting on some sucker
Desperate for something to do
You need friends for hire to get you higher
Or anything to drag you through the mire
We’ve all been planting seeds
But can’t conspire on the haul
No rivalry too small
You should be fine, now keep me out of mind
Give me time to waste
It’s the only thing that makes me envy you
I can’t slow down, and I can’t keep up the pace
You’re just waiting on some fuckin’ sucker
Desperate for one shitty thing to do
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Always down, always late
Always dying to come over
Who should I call for your sake?
What sort of good times will we show you?
You know I’d rather bore you
Over the garden wall
Or under the bathroom stall
You’ve just got to get in somehow
Over the garden wall
Or under the bathroom stall
You’ve just got to get in
You gotta find a way
If the Earth, should it quake, were to open up and swallow you
It’d probably spit you out
I wouldn't call you a fake
This could only be the real you
Not a single doubt
You’ve got lots to say
With every word coming out of your mouth
You’re sending my patience further south
And you don’t have to tell me
I see it in your face that you won’t sell me
Always down, like a snake
I can feel you slither over
Let’s just call it over
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6. |
Exit 102
03:29
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It’s the middle of December in the pouring rain.
Cruising in a blue Mustang, try and catch us in the fast lane.
Ain’t got no time to spare.
We just pay the fare down the Garden State.
How can they call this winter without snow?
Are we just growing old? We cling to memories too hard to hold.
Are we losing it? Time to loosen our grip, and let it go.
I can’t see the white lines on the road tonight,
Under this pouring rain, how do we navigate?
Without the white lines on the road tonight,
Under this Jersey rain, we’ll find a way.
Abandoned boardwalk and the sound of the crashing waves.
Salt these wounds in the ocean as the tide rolls away.
“You were the tail lights like a lifeline when the storm arrived,
… all night ‘til the rain died like a long goodbye.”
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7. |
TikTok Thesis
03:16
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I’ve been hustlin’ trying to make something out of me.
So many evenings spent casting bets on all the wrong teams.
If I just hit that parlay I could realize these lofty dreams.
Another sullen morning contemplating my mistakes.
Maybe another piece of paper could spring me into a new fate.
I could break free from the throes of complacency.
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a tragedy. It’s probably all just in my mind.
All I want is to finally feel like I’m enough.
So tired of routine and being stuck.
I’m taking the plunge,
I’ve had enough.
What all started out as a way just to pass the time,
From this quarantine that has broken all our god damn minds.
This choreographed dance evolves into a research thesis overnight.
I don’t wanna be a tragedy. It’s probably all just in my mind.
But, I can’t tell for the life of me, how the wheel is going to wind.
I guess we’ll never know, It’s all part of the show.
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8. |
Stuck In My Head
02:43
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Stuck inside my head like some radio trash
All of the pain that you bring
I can’t even tell if it’s me or it’s you
I thought that I knew
I won’t give up
But it’s only getting more clogged up
I got a lot to say
But I can’t find my way out of my head
Round and round my brain
Down the drain of my life
All of the good that I had
I let you come around and carve yourself a place out
So what do I do now?
I won’t give up
But it’s only getting more clogged up
I got a lot to say
But I can’t find my way out of my
I won’t give up
You tell me that you’re used to all this stuff
But I can’t find my way out of my head
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9. |
Personal Best
03:37
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Walking along these cold and lonely sidewalks.
Cruising at my speed,
I’m barely breathing.
Contemplating changing my gait.
Time to reevaluate,
I’m in last place.
There’s a fear I may have fallen too far,
Too far behind.
I’m losing sight.
Anxiety taking over my mind.
Have I lost the fight?
Fire in my eyes.
Wasted away,
Exhausted all my time.
Now, I’m taking stock in all that I think I missed.
Examine and plot the remaining distance.
Close the gaps and break into stride,
To cross the finish line.
I’m barely breathing.
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10. |
Space Jam
03:03
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We got the space tonight
It’s Tuesdays and Wednesdays, right?
Or did we switch it up last time? I can’t remember
Let’s get it right
Cuz Mike is gonna stop on by
It’s like clockwork every time
But an audience is nice
Is this your SM58 or is it mine?
John’s got those fancy cables
And all of ours are fried
Tuesday, Wednesday, sometimes Sunday.
You waltz on in, right on time.
You know we know that you don’t mind,
stopping our songs, we need a break.
We’ll see you again next week.
It’s kinda sad that I’m always using April’s cab
But I never pack my strap like that
So thanks and hey, you bet!
Sorry for the smell, Turch is always spilling beer
His cab was christened on the first day that he brought it here
Don’t know what’s up with all the mustard packets
But if you need it, you’re in the clear!
You know we’re just talkin’ shit
How could we be mad?
Cuz all these friends of mine are the best I’ve ever had
Tuesday, Wednesday, sometimes Sunday.
You waltz on in, right on time.
We know you know that we don’t mind,
stopping our songs, we need a break.
You waltz on in, right on time.
You must think it’s a Monday, right?
The schedule’s fucked, let’s go grab a drink.
We’ll see you again next week.
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11. |
6:55 PM MST
04:12
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Take the hits to the chin to buy time.
Not a moment too soon, afraid to lose.
Scars are reminders of an old life,
Shrouded in tattoos, pretend you’re new.
But I still break down from time to time.
In the dead of night, I cry.
Count your bruises and say it’s all fine.
Wear it on your sleeve, you’re bleeding.
Wake up in the morning for a new fight.
Take it in stride, heart’s beating.
But I still break down from time to time.
In the dead of night, I cry.
Struggle to breathe and to survive.
It’s alright, your feet are planted firmly on the ground.
At the top of your lungs let it out.
Know you’ll never ever let me down.
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