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Moonview
03:34
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So it wears off on you once you sneak me in. Seems I still know how to wear a welcome thin. So I grab my coat and leave the latch unturned, 'cause this door locks behind me as far as I'm concerned. Leave it alone, I got answers that you don't wanna know. Certain scenes are clearer now in rearview, but they never really liked you. Leave it alone, I got nightmares that you don't wanna know. Certain scenes you dream about in moonview, but they never really liked you. Were your ears still ringing from the false alarm? 'Cause you don't look like someone who slept the whole night long. Your imagination and our lack of dialogue when used in combination can go horribly wrong.
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2. |
Subliminal Massage
03:08
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Well you say you feel crazy
and you’re asking for advice
But my words come out shaky
Since I know they won’t suffice
When you go out to follow
Your fluorescent guiding light
With the wisdom you borrow
kept in coat-check overnight
Still I say I relate
To your pain
And I said “Please be safe”
But I know
It’s in vain
These subtle messages I understand
Suspect you pray for the day he’ll come back
Crawl through the dark, well who said that you can?
Nooooo you’re not invited, I had other plans
Well I picked such a bad time
To remember that I’m doomed
Take me back to the confines
Of your ever-shrinking room
Tuck me under your mattress
With your journal and your drugs
Since we’re all in a contest
For your undivided love
Still I say it’s alright, can’t complain
And I said
“please be safe”
But I know
It’s in vain
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3. |
I Don't Like Sports
02:35
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Aggressive reactions provide their own captions. If i'm just the sum of my embarrassing fractions, I think I'm a waste of practical space (or so I would gather from the look on your face). This nuclear family will misunderstand me, they'd hear me as happy if I bit my tongue, but instead I drink myself to the brink of spilling out truths I'm even too scared to think. But I could do Broadway if you found me godly as I was dissolving in front of your eyes. But you weren't fooled, the passion had cooled and no shade of lace could help you lighten the mood. That night's underground and we drown out the sound when it fidgets around in its shallow grave so it can report how I came up short. hey, I ran the course and i don't like sports. We're parting like strangers and imminent danger could never change your mind, but even if it did the curse would be lifted before it hits my spine. I'm growing to like you but deadlines and curfews will cut our romance short, so what's the report? are we _______? 'cause i ran the course, and I don't like sports. Aggressive reactions, competitive captions, ignoring the whole cuz I'm obsessed with the fractions. I think I'm a waste of visual space. Just call me up now and get me out of this place. 'cause i could do Broadway if you found me godly as I was dissolving in front of your eyes. So what's the report? I'm coming up short. Yeah I ran the course, and I don't like sports.
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4. |
Underwear
02:21
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In need of money and revenge
I would drown this truth
But I’ve tested my own depth
And I lack that too
Everyone cares where I slept
Much more than I do
Guide the landing of my head
Like you used to
When I thought I was dead to you
Flying red eye over the bed I brood on
These thoughts are coming undone
Sweet life of being the one
You spend your time leading on
Chasing a feeling that’s gone
I pray for money and revenge
In the final act
Don’t sell me a happy end
Where you don’t come back
Pledged my full obedience
But I forget to who
Though I'm willing to pretend
That it was you
Who I swore to forget
It's true I'll be tongue tied
Time and again with you but
These thoughts are coming undone
Sweet life of being the one
You spend your time leading on
Chasing a feeling that’s gone
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5. |
Party Up
02:17
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Grief is served like a sentence,
You wake up in denial, drink ‘til acceptance.
But don’t you think the final stage should be vengeance
On those who tried to write you off of the guest list
Let’s fuck this party up
Let’s fuck this party up
We’re all vaguely connected
By knowing things the other never suspected
But I can’t choke on words that somebody else said
I’ll just act like my will to live wasn’t tested
And fuck this party up
I'm reaching for my cup
I think you've had enough
I take it as it comes
I saw the look on your face and it erased all doubt
I knew the story before the girl it was about
I knew that something was strange; I never called it out out out
No use trying to condense your double life, ‘cause neither suited her preference
A disembodied jawline is filling your absence
Just don’t be sad if no one can tell the difference
Let’s fuck this party up
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6. |
Spot
04:07
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You were down to commit
When you’re downing on E
And about to vomit
Near your favorite tree
It’s my party nonetheless,
So don’t be so intense
You’ll be fine
Do come by,
I’ll be at the spot
A minute of time was all it took to decide
To leave it alone lest I be forced to comply
I’ve been laying low like I committed a crime
I’ll take your advice this time
It’s the only way I could make it
You’re the only one I’m willing to see
Take my phone away or I’ll break it
You’re the only one who it would receive
Give it time to dissolve
And appear uninvolved
With the screen going blank
And the concrete to thank
It’s my party nonetheless
And I’m fucking possessed
I’ll be fine
I’m alright
I’ll be at the spot
A minute of time before I felt so ignored
I tried to be kind and they just hated me more
Then I changed their mind and we were terribly bored
I’ll take your advice next time
It’s the only way I can make it
You’re the only one I’m willing to see
Take my phone away or I’ll break it
You’re the one who it would receive
It’s the only way I can make it
You’re the only one I’m willing to see
Take a look around, they’re all vacant
You’re the only one who isn’t deceived
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7. |
Twisted Individuals
01:57
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8. |
Garbage Night
03:30
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You’re waiting for months to change
And go by their favored names
So winter is mine to claim
It seems that I’m destined
To always invest in
What everyone else denied,
And I feel like you’re on their side
A feeling I quantified
When I counted your windows
Among those with lights closed
I’m winding back down your street
Just trying to disturb your sleep
You censor your thoughts of me
You blur out the harshness,
Retreat into darkness
But while you were sleeping I
Retired from changing minds
But I’ll settle for keeping mine
The way that it was when
You were my best friend
I gotta do this on my own now,
Before I’m dead
There’s plenty reasons why you’re lonesome
And they’ve all been said
But it’s all coming to an end soon
You can sit tight
The streets are filled with all your friends
Yeah it’s garbage night
You’re waiting for things to take
The semblance of former shapes,
A winter that you’ll escape,
if I could extend it
I'd make you attend it
So you would be forced to be
In the proximity
You’d seek out my company,
‘Cause desperate measures
Have kept us together
I gotta do this on my own,
Before I’m dead
There’s plenty reasons why you’re lonesome
And they’ve all been said
But it’s all coming to an end soon
You can sit tight
The streets are filled with all your friends
Yeah it’s garbage night
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9. |
Puking
02:09
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Wisdom is out, and aggression is in
Are you fucking about? Are you living in sin?
Are you trying to reach me from a Ouija board
The obstacles are at your door
And your father still scares me half to death
To whom it may concern, stack my pictures up to burn
And if you do return, we'll sort the ashes from the urn
Until that day, I'll be stranded at your gate
Now I'm on my way but I don't know what to say
A hey hey hey
Compassion is out and indifference is in
But I wait til you speak and I breath your words in
And I tried to call you on the intercom
'This is a message from your mom'
The night is over before it could begin
To whom it may concern, stack my pictures up to burn
And if you do return, we'll sort the ashes from the urn
Until that day, I'll be stranded at your gate
Now I'm on my way but I don't know what to say
A hey hey hey
Until that day I'll be puking at your gate
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10. |
Then?
01:05
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I remember the first time I saw you puke while crying, thought it was just a case of bad timing. You wandered from the crowd and missed the fight when they threw all the punches that slid past my head so I felt like a ghost, guess you felt that too, and i blame myself for not coming through cuz three months later when I next saw you, you were just puking and crying again.
That's when my friends start making me shudder, and from the rearview I saw his eyes flutter as the car veered off to the right. That was one fucked up night.
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11. |
Xambs
02:57
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Well I snuck through the hallway
Fuck what they all say, ain't no one gonna stop me
Not even you
You came out crying
To break the silence as everyone's deciding
What you should do
And i can't remember a thing
Or so I will claim
I get so annoying when you're on my brain
You know who i know
but not where i go
it's easy to find me if you're looking though
Well I snuck through the entrance
And then it made sense
To run home to my real friends
Like they exist
It makes no difference
You know the distance is never gonna fix things
That's just a trick
And I can't remember a thing
Or so i will claim
I get so annoying when you're on my brain
You know who I know
But not where I go
It's easy to find me if you're looking though
I'm constantly lying and slightly insane
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12. |
Hocus Pocus Alumnus
03:17
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