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If you had a direction, would you have the heart to name it? Or would you lay limp and let it drag you along, trying and failing to be less invested in your business than it is in you?
But if your world was electric, and you were just a little bulb, you'd simply flash and glow and hum and all the plugs would stare, trying and failing to be less invested in your business.
If your world was electric.
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Hugh
02:58
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There's a shade of paranoia in your dingy hotel room. You swing at the walls, and your brush paints a lighter hue. It drips down to the carpet, so you start leaving footprints. Pacing back and forth was always commonplace for you.
We both know you're a doppelgänger of a long-lost lust, but I read to you every night to try and cover that up, and I guess I can't be tried for things I tell you in my sleep, but I wish I could sometimes.
You're reciting poetry at the front of a lecture hall. The way you spit and froth, I wonder if you really mean what you say...did you mean it? No, you were just pissed off that you can't get high at work anymore. Your boss started watching too closely, and all your friends started watching you closely.
Everybody started watching you closely
Because you're a sick kitten at the bottom of a well, and nobody was kicking around to notice that you fell. With some mud matting your fur, you'll search for a trapdoor because you've been down to the bottom, and you've gotten out before in some kind of past life.
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Show Me Out
01:49
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It might escape your field of vision for another day or two, but eventually you’ll see what’s missing.
But you’ve got no evidence, no witnesses that saw me throw that high school yearbook off the overpass. I just can’t be remembered like that! Show me out, shut the door. Thank the lord that we won’t do this anymore. Breathe a sigh, cut the cord. Don’t reply, just leave ‘em wanting more.
Paid to be an open window, I unhinge at the suggestion that I traded everything worth saying just to have a crowd to listen. Here’s a love song for my baby, here’s a love song for you, babe, that you didn’t hear enough.
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On Your Mind
02:46
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You’re spinning records, and I softly strum along.
You say your lungs hurt, you say we should play a song or something. You’re singing No Doubt and I’m fucking up “Don’t Speak”. I’d really rather we just headed for the streets, and if your avenue won’t set a sweeter tone I’ll give it up and walk back home.
Your turntable, and the foreign hits in your roommate’s record collection. You say there’s nothing on your mind, we do nothing all the time,
but it’s okay and it’s worth it when it’s nothing.
I’m clenching my fists and gritting teeth. You’re scaring the shit right out of me, you’re only a curse on everything. I’m swearing there’s nothing here for me.
Clenching my fists and gritting teeth and swearing there’s nothing here for me,
but it’s okay and it’s worth it when it’s nothing.
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Tonedeaf
02:31
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A desperation to succeed at what you do strengthens the wind-up, but makes weak the follow-through.
A business call coms any minute, day or night, so you keep one eye on your phone.
Ample connections that take the place of friends; they don’t need money, and you don’t have it, so in spare time you’ll spend.
Go home and giggle, numb and stupid til you sleep, and no one cares to read the diary you keep.
Thoughtless, you’re always forgetting to call.
In your head, there’s no room for me anymore.
So play dead, but know you’ll be playing alone.
Tone deaf, you’re always setting the tone.
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