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Weight
02:31
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Your words can't hold weight if you never even meant them in the first place.
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Fault Lines
02:58
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We're all the same in an infinite number of ways,
Yet why are the smallest of features held onto so strongly?
I'm sick of ignorance plaguing my every day,
And people sticking up for each other wrongly.
Not to be a fucking downer when I say that I wouldn't mind never seeing you all again,
But I've grown to despise everyone but my friends.
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Negatives
02:21
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December came and went without leaving a single print.
I became a man and was left confused and indifferent.
This town is freezing over, it's my turn to skip out,
There's a chance for tranquility, but more for doubt.
Don't act as if youre surprised by this.
Don't act as if
Don't act as if you're surprised by this.
Don't act as if
You're dead to me.
You're dead to me.
You're dead to me.
But I'm dead too.
This isn't something you can win so easily,
This isn't a prize you can hang on your wall.
We should be more careful going about this,
We should be more prepared in case we fall.
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I could hear you coming so I hid by the couch.
You were talking so loudly, I don't know what about.
You were drunker than high school, self-conscious and sweet.
I never ever felt so cool disguised in your sheets.
But I'm a constant headache, a tooth out of line.
They try to make you regret it, you tell them, no not this time.
It's just a constant headache, a dead pet device.
You hang me up, unfinished with the better part of me no longer mine.
And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep.
You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap.
You took two steps to the kitchen, and just stared at the sink.
I couldn't hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen you
Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me.
It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be.
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked.
It's such a stubborn reminder one perfect night's not enough.
It's just a constant headache, a tooth out of line.
They try to make you regret it, you tell them, no not this time.
It's just a constant headache, a dead pet device.
You hang me up, unfinished with the better part of me no longer mine.
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5. |
The Cars That Ate Paris
02:32
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Force upon others a need for sympathy,
My single contribution, endlessly.
It has happened more times than I can count on a hand,
Repetition so clear it had to be planned.
Everything worth reaching for is more than an arms length away,
I'm growing tired of a lack of solitude and a lack or words to say.
Quit skipping around this, acting as if no dividers stand amidst,
Planning for a final conclusion filled with ignorance and bliss,
I'm spending most of my time hoping and exhaling out windows,
I have quite a few options, yet its clear what I've already chose.
Stay away, stay away.
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Penny Hardaway Portage, Indiana
Jake- guitar, vocals
Alex- guitar
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