1. |
stay in
02:37
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i make a mark on my arm
i beg the rain to come
and if she listens
i fold my hands and i
i stay inside
i stay asleep
i am a rental
i am a vacancy
there are no doors in this house
and out the window's too far now
why don't you come down
why don't you come down
i've got me to talk about
i stay inside
i stay asleep
i am a rental
i am a vacancy
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2. |
new laugh
02:37
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what do you want
what can't i take from you
where do you go
what have i made my home?
we're all just frozen
in the light of what we'll never know
we keep on tryin
can't even
break even
always forgetting:
the world is bigger than me
when do i let it get the better of me?
always forgetting:
the world is bigger than me
if i can't feel it
then it ain't real to me
so when this settles
when you can look at me
i'll try a new laugh
i won't forget to eat
(ahhhhh ohhhhh)
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3. |
i don't know anything
02:44
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i've kind of always been soft
the kind who cares til it costs
so all this grieving should be easy now
but i'm just seasick from the up and down
hallways haunted and way too long
faces in the window til you look and they're gone
i don't know anything
and i don't want to
i'm fine right here,
thank you
my shadow trips me and i taste the curb
i'll swallow teeth before i eat my words
lay em out like soldiers in a grade school line
holdin up the fabric of my awful sky
holy spirit, satan:
i'm so sore
get somebody else to lose your war
i don't know anything
and i don't want to
i'm fine right here,
thank you
thought i'd get to know the dark
and sort it all out
but i've never looked the part
and the jury is doubt
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4. |
palms
02:04
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(i can't do it i can't do it i can't do it)
nothing grows in our wasteland
i've been reading your palms
for good news
they don't change much
but your face does
watching coffins
filling up with coins
no news is good news
i can't be of any use
tell me something i would do
i can't draw this map for you
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5. |
i don't miss anything
01:29
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too fucked up to take the stairs
"no one touch me"
no one's there
just the way i like it
quiet enough
i don't miss anything
if i do, not that much
i was thinking, though
about what we put to sleep
i hope the dog dreamt of me
i carried her to the car
until we see life leave
we won't know who we are
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6. |
so don't
03:13
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help me out of bed
and into the ground
i took too much
i counted wrong
the cost of sticking around
it breaks my brain
then stops
i rearrange the letters in your name
again
you can't quite say it
but you feel it all the time
staring out a window
at the rest of your life
you're/your right
what if i can't see it anymore?
my circles get smaller
what if i don't want it?
none of it's asked for
so i'll just say it
since i opened up my mouth:
"i'd like to be alive now
the way we write about"
but what does it matter
if no one minds
we'll all feed the earth in a little while
youngest child
pay to smile
what if i don't mean it anymore?
i'm making it all up
what if i'm just reaching?
what are these arms for?
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7. |
go out
04:03
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there's no right way down
or way around it
i lift my head up
just to whine about it
i feel so graceless
i don't wanna make it
tell me all about the other side
and "how could anybody hate this life?"
i think we got our apocalypse
there's no being unkind after this
is it wrong that i prayed for it?
i wanted faith to shake and not pay for it
if you were looking
if i thought you could see it
i could have left you some proof
that we're just moving the mess around
waiting on checks
while the house burns down
it's not that different from how we were
we'd still be scared of what might be out there
there's no wrong in the distance kept
and besides, i'll never mind being overslept
i think we got our apocalypse
there's no being unkind after this
is it wrong that i prayed for it?
i wanted faith to shake and not pay for it
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plaguedays Shepherdstown, West Virginia
one-man rural cemetery pop from West Virginia
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