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Too Long; Didn't Listen
01:23
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will you stay up late
long enough to learn all of the things i hate
about myself and everyone
who can't relate
give me one good reason why i should stay
i'll wait
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2. |
DIY Therapy
02:15
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it goes up and down
just like a swingset
and I jump off and knock my wind out every time
you say it's a habit
then you go and brag it
and a degree won't even convince me at all
so keep on putting your pieces to my own puzzle
trying to figure me out but you're
not my goddamn therapist
i'm not your next experiment
and every step you take in my direction
assuring your discretion
just keeps pushing me one step closer to insanity
you always come around just like the sunset
so i close my blinds and pretend to sleep like i do every night
you're asking all these questions and expect confessions
i didn't know that i was on the Dr. Phil show
so keep on putting your pieces to my own puzzle
trying to figure me out but you're
not my goddamn therapist
i'm not your next experiment
and every step you take in my direction
assuring your discretion
just keeps pushing me
to try and tell you every little secret like how
i can't even dream anymore cuz i'm so fucking bored
of this life and everyone inside it, they all feel the need
to have something to say every time you look their way
it's just 21st century diy therapy
in the 20th century you feel like you're there with me
just another lost soul in a sea of yerba tea
but when will i ever learn?
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3. |
Everyone's A Critic
01:44
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so you're a critic
so concerned about your word choice
certain of your point of view
i hear the crickets
they sing a song of your reception
begging for an encore
a standing ovation
take a picture with your dog
put it on your blog
and call it a day
see we all have opinions
some more valid than others
but something about them
make us turn on eachother
if this is the way you communicate
i'll give you something to write home about
are you a savage?
your fingers are on fire
burn a hole through your keyboard
your only desire is a soapbox
big enough to fit your ego
with a style so regal
you really like a fool to me
seriously
are you a journalist or a masochist?
you tell me
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4. |
Naivety Scene
02:25
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what would you say if i got up and walked away?
would you see if i'm fine or would it waste your time?
what would you do if you were forced to choose
between our friendship and an offer you can't refuse?
hey, there's something wicked in the way you smile
it seems the biggest secret to keep hides behind your teeth
are you afraid to say what's really going on in your head?
just tell me the truth and i'll finally go to bed
i can't help but see a halo over everyone i know
it's a part of me that i can't let go
so when the ugliness in someone starts to show
i find solace in the things that i don't know
isn't it funny how i know just what's in store?
yet i always find myself crawling back for more
and now i know where i'm gonna go
i'm going home
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5. |
Laugh Track
02:35
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say how you feel to me know
are you happier somehow?
but what does it mean
when you say it in that way?
half of me just wants to see you succeed so desperately
and the other half wants an epitaph
on behalf of the time you tried to make me laugh
i'll paint a smile on to satisfy your twisted kind of surprise
it's all so contrived
it was such a funny joke
tell it one more time and i'll choke
on your awful, familiar breath
and now it hurts to laugh
you split my sides in half
and suddenly i finally found the ability
to laugh at the reality of death
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fish out of water
gills filled with salt
from swimming in an ocean
mixed with alcohol
some words hit deeper
than the eye can see
you're losing patience
i'm losing sleep
because i wear my heart on my sleeve
for nothing it seems
and my credence is depleting
with every heartbeat
and i take pride in knowing
when your second face is showing
like the dark side of the earth
letting the shadow swallow me
making me question all the worth
of every mutual memory
so now i'm stuck in a black hole
of my inner consciousness
and for every secret you behold
yields a sleepless night at best
when i'm feeling dead inside
will you bring me back to life
this heart of broken glass
gets shattered every time
because i wear my heart on my sleeve
for nothing it seems
and my credence is depleting
with every heartbeat
why do i find comfort in tragedy
it leaves me feeling lost inside my vulnerabilities
thanks to my heel of Achilles
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7. |
Don't Be a Stranger
03:27
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i remember your voice
the half-hearted grin
looked across the room
chills ran through my skin
i was in your blindspot
out of sight and out of mind
i'll wait in the shadows
for you to find
it's been ten years now
i still remember the good old days
you came around the corner
and you turned away
i was in your headlights
but you just kept driving by
i'll wait on the shoulder
for another ride
you told me not to become a stranger
but you didn't warn me about the danger
can't you feel the silence?
a story for the year
can't you read the headlines?
we all live in fear
so i'll stay here
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8. |
Reprise
02:23
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what happens to a joke that goes too far
on the highway in your best friend's car
would you hold them to a standard similar to who you are
or would another page be ripped from your memoir
what happens when the dust settles in the air
and no one has another word to spare
tell me something genuine, something i can't share
give me one good reason why i should care
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9. |
Crop Out
03:12
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a second guess that took too long
here comes the flooding feeling of being wrong
it's kind of like that one Lit song "My Own Worst Enemy"
i am my own worst enemy
i need a muzzle to shut me up when i say dumb things
or an eraser to fix all my dumb mistakes
sometimes i wish i were a vampire
so i can't see myself in the mirror
drenched in sweat, i need to get away from here
dear Bobby Fisher, will you teach me to disappear
i put up a fight almost every night
and i lose to myself every time
oh my god, what have i done
i just keep on letting down everyone
and i'm so sick of being the mess no one wants to clean up
you tell me to give up and forget it
i'll tell you one more time i regret it
just crop me out of the final cut
it will be such a happy ending we'll let the credits roll again
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