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Cursive
02:02
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I have to leave you behind
(I have to leave you behind)
No, I won't miss you
(I won't miss you at all)
I have to learn to write to see the real truth
(I have to learn to write)
You won't see me crying
Till I hear it loud
(Too many times for me to count)
You don't see me whining
But I can't stand the sound, ound
Come undone, come undone, come undone, come undone
What I want, what I want, what I want, what I want
Is to feel attached to my papers
To treat you like a swear word
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2. |
Influenced
01:12
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There are days when I hate my music
I wanna sound like car seat headrest
Or Hobo Johnson
There are days where I hate my fucking voice
Wanna sound like the girl who sings in ghost mice
Or days n daze
Sometimes I wanna sound like jeff rosenstock
I wanna scream all my lyrics at the top of my lungs
I sound kind of like paul baribeau if he did some different genres
And I wanna sound like the front bottoms
There are days when I love my music and
I think I pull off the ajj influence
But there are days where I wish I played like The Anorexic Olsen Twin
I wanna play
I wanna play ska and not folk punk
Then I wanna combine funk and punk rock
Then I wanna switch to making pop
Then I wanna go back to making rock
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3. |
Life Update
03:01
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I went through the ringer
I came out much bigger
With a heart taped together
But it might not last forever
But it's sticking pretty good right now
I think I've got this figured out
I went through the ringer
And I came out much bigger
I have conquered my depression
I no longer have obsession
With death and dying and descending
Into hell, man I thought that was an ending
I'm still here and l am kicking
In the air but doing so gently
Not while having a mental breakdown
Not kicking due to freakouts
I'm enjoying the wind through the window
And the cool cool air of west virginia
And I saw the real sun today
Not the metaphor for suicidal ways
I welcome with a warm embrace
This sunshine is okay
I'm still here and l am kicking
In the air but doing so gently
Not while having a mental breakdown
Not kicking due to freakouts
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4. |
House Of Stairs
01:36
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So I entered the House Of Stairs
And I walked down
And it felt like I was walking upward more tired
I fell backward and that also brought me toward the ground
I hit a new low and I'm not going any low higher
I hit a new low!
And I'm not going any low higher!
(I hit a new low and I'm not going any low higher!)
(I hit a new low and I'm not going any low higher!)
(I hit a new low and I'm not going any low higher!)
(I hit a new low and I'm not going any low higher!)
(I hit a new low, maybe more, and I'm not going any low higher!)
(Alright, alright, I have the best idea! We're gonna get a harmonica solo! Right here, right now!)
But I don't know how to play the harmonica
"I still don't know how to play it. I don't remember how much it cost me. Um, I bought it, I just don't know how to play it. It's cool to have though. Wait, wait, there's one thing I can do. Wait, hold on. It's like, uh. Here it is, it's pretty cool. Ow! Ow! Something like that. I hit my teeth while doing that. That wasn't even intentional."
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5. |
Disclaimer
00:36
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6. |
Off The Air
01:51
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Every day is a football
I wanna kick straight to the moon
Every day I mess up and that's my classic cartoon
Watch this show
It's been on since '04
Nobody cheers when I walk through the door just
Laugh when I mess up
And pause when I cry
It's another awkward episode
So you avert your eyes and we can
Watch me all day
But it's a waste of your time
I'm a cartoon
Rotting your brain
There's a guaranteed punch line
Get in the punch line
(Step right up!)
(Take your shots! Give all you got!)
(She can take it she's invincible the principle of animation squashed and stretched)
(Watch and bet will she actually do it?)
(Die, that is!)
(Hilarious we're staring as she walks off cliffs and takes the hits, brought to bits, that's what she gets for creation landing her in cartoonish predicaments! Not serious!)
This time I'm gonna do it!
It's not a fucking flag
I am serious
I am seriously mad at you
You there in the chair
Work harder on my animation
I could be more animated
Make me come across more sad
Crying is my new catchphrase
Better than my catchphrase of silence
Because now that I'm more unstable
People can tell that I am dying
Every day is a football
I wanna kick straight to the moon
Every day I mess up and that's my classic cartoon
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7. |
Murder Hand
01:15
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(Ay! Ay!)
With the shaking inside
I'm surprised that my hand isn't twitching
I've never felt like scratching
But tonight I feel so itchy
Murderous urge is like lice as I suddenly became hairy inside
It's an itch I haven't felt before
Staring at the sliding glass door
My reflection isn't nodding
In advance I'm feeling sorry
For I'm gonna do this
Sorry but it's come to this
I think I'm gonna vomit but by all means you deserve this
(There is no other solution)
(There's no amount of excuses)
(I could use to even soften)
(The blow of this deadly action)
I stepped outside
1am or sometime close
And I went for a walk
And the darkness held me close
But its arms were cold
And they kept me on the road
If I got hit by a car
I hope they wouldn't notice
So I'd rot and decompose
In one night and hang above
Your bed so you look me in my hallow eyes and scream "I'm sorry it's my fault!"
"Get the fuck outta the way! Get outta way! You fucking idiot! Hey! Come here! Get back!"
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8. |
Fruity Pebbles
01:10
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9. |
The Mall
06:15
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Keeping my head down for the most part
Darting my eyes
Pretending I'm having an easy time
How long till a spotlight shines on me
"You're being a creep"
"Give the real ones an apology"
"For being a creep"
They say you are what you eat
So I want to eat you whole
I am a weirdo
With a weird body
And absolutely no self control
So I'm creeping around corners and I'm staying alert
I've got two eyes in the back of my head
Eyes shut, terrified
The vision is dead
The dream is alive
I'm afraid it will die
Arrest me, mall cop
I'm not supposed to be here
I have a whole police force in my head
I'm running nonstop
On a treadmill make no progress
Until I take the right steps
I'm here again
In H&M
Feel like an N
On an M&M
I imagine I'm in a music video
And the camera zooms out when I enter the changing room
As a sweeping cacophony swallows me whole
As the camera zooms out
I stare directly at the viewer
I stare directly at myself
Viewing from an outside mirror
As the camera zooms out
I still have tantrums in the mall for better reasons
Marketers are hunting ducks and rabbits this season
They're targeting with prices
Hitting them with all new deals
There's the market
There's the prices
But I don't look cause I'm
Just staring at clothes
I am just looking at clothes
Staring
As the camera zooms out
I know I won't take you home and
I just want my head to go
Not stuck behind sitting in this mall
Pinned to the wall and staring at clothes
We're leaving the mall
I've been a drag today
The sky dulled down for me
It darkened with me
I darkened with it
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10. |
Ocean City
01:44
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This breeze
Makes me think about the beach
Before I was a teen
And I had never seen
The other side of me
What I could be
I didn't have anything to do
In the summer of my youth
I just sat in a hotel room and watched some scooby doo
Before going to the boardwalk
And doing things that felt so new
I wanna go back to ocean city
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11. |
Poem
01:04
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Come live with me
In a cute little hand drawn cozy house
Come sleep with me
Moving over the sea on two pink clouds
We can float there together
One day I'll wake up beside you
And I won't have to hide my value
Cause I see myself as a piece of dirt
And you see me as the whole earth
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12. |
dnE ehT
00:43
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Friend Hell West Virginia
unprofessional pop punk folk rock nonsense
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