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Vacant Lots
03:40
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Vacant lots for restful stops to phone a friend you haven't seen in eighteen months
Border to border parking lots
Time zones change and then they stop
Wake up early, stay up late
The next show dropped
What else can I do when no one knows your name?
Low octane, high southwest
Here's your horoscope, it'll be your last
Now your present's tenser than your past
Think about what could have been, not what will be
You don't have to tell me how this story ends again
I already knew before it began
Corset white, six strings tight
Resonate what's on my mind
Tucumcari's motel views
Through department store blinds the day shines through
Don't look down or move too fast
Soon you'll lose what all you had
What's been heard, what's been seen
What all got lost in between
Best left unseen
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The Kids These Days
04:27
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The kids these days seem younger than before
We were doing all the same things, trying hard to keep a window open
You had potential, but you're too pragmatic
You've got potential, it's such a shame you work so late
It's not the same back pain that I'm used to
Art gallery shows, the tired-looking aging punks
Don't say a word, don't know them anyway
Set's over time, get off and get a job that really pays
The kids these days are making what I thought we made
Can I still keep up? Can I be like them if I'm twenty-five?
And what I want cannot financially sustain me
Can't catch a break, they mock your desperation
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New 6/8
03:47
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How do I get the scent of you
Out of my living room
The couch where I sat, staying up late, watching TV
Reading vintage magazines
Before our tongues changed our lives this way
How do I get the scent of you
Out of this denim blue
And my orange thrift store jacket
I buried deep in my closet
And my favorite shirt I wore
When we kissed on my living room floor
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God, if you're up there, strike me down
And reincarnate me amongst my needs unfound
Somewhere far away from here
Spare me of my persistent feeling that death is near
I rode my bike to work, it started raining halfway through
The blue pickup driver nearly ran me over
Take me away from all the cars that try to kill me
Take them off the road, the southeast suburbs' cancer
And pull me up and out away from my co-workers
Who never smile at me or say hi in the break room
God, if you're up there, strike me down
If I have lived a good life, then take me somewhere else
But if I've been bad, leave me here to drown
And punish me with all the people who bring me down
When did all my friends start marrying without me? I can't remember
How does my older cousin take so many vacations?
Take me somewhere new, like California or Japan
I want to see the things I'll never get to see
I want to be the person I never got to be
Let me be at peace
God, if you're up there, strike me down
And reincarnate me amongst my needs unfound
Somewhere far away from here
God, if you're up there, strike me down
Take me away from all the sickness I live around
Somewhere far away from here
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5. |
Your Dissertation
03:52
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For all you've said and done
I've been too bad to hear you say "call me back"
Regrettably this is how we changed
Novel chapters in your dissertation
Empty gestures so devoted remind me of you when we were younger
Hesitation like a funeral for a friend you don't remember
Four years late to set things straight
Mine don't matter anyway
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6. |
Never Call Me
04:12
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I bet you're out there on your own
Feeling anxious, staying home
Spend every weekend with your drugged-out sister
Spend every Christmas with your deadbeat father
I bet the burdens on your mind
You'll pass down to your kids in time
I'm not sure your new friends have seen you sober
I wonder if they know they'll get no answers
And you know it's true
No one saves you, that's misery
Cut me out like I cut out you
And never call me
I hope I remember you as who I thought you were
Better than you spoke of me
The way we were, the ways we weren't
The way I thought that we could be
And you know it's true
I can't save you, that's misery
Cut me out like I cut out you
And never call me
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7. |
Rosemont May 2017
02:16
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[instrumental]
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CHAEBOL Atlanta, Georgia
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