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Get in the NasCar
The four of us and a drive out in the sun
Supportively, my lady-love
Takes a seat riding shotgun
She's got the aux, playing bubblegum pop
Through the stereo
We're picking up our hairless pessimist
Right down at Skin Row
And at the backseat is my sibling
Looking for a place to perform
While they torment me every second
Wishing I was never born
A broken limb's
Never bothered me before
But a broken sister
Who I can't even recognize anymore
You've got problems
I can't even have any of my own
Cuz I'm so perfect but I perfectly
Deal with all of this alone
I've heard it all before
Everyone just says the same dang thing
Just talk to her, that's great advice
When she's not pissed at everything
I try to support her
But all I'd ever get is blame
And another copy-pasted insult
Of how I'm nothing but a pain
And all my botched attempts to help
Could you at least cut me some slack
And even when you say I hate you
You know I'll always love you back
A broken limb's
Never bothered me before
But a broken sister
Who I can't even recognize anymore
You've got problems
I can't even have any of my own
Cuz I'm so perfect but I perfectly
Deal with all of this alone
A broken limb's
Never bothered me before
But a broken sister
Who I can't even recognize anymore
You've got problems
I can't even have any of my own
Cuz I'm so perfect but I perfectly
Deal with all this shit alone
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Your vexing voice
Is so high pitched
And all your half-baked plans all suck
You stupid scheming, stuck-up bitch
She's so saccharine
She'd give a third world country
The worst case
Of diabetes
A dispute against her
Is like a theater in the round
She'll say: "It's over Anakin
I have the moral high ground"
Invasive
Annoying
Possessive
Or am I just being way too harsh on her
Your brand new personality
And manipulation
Of everyone around you
Has always been your favorite weapon
She fakes the same perky smile
And wears the same mom jeans, so it
Won't be obvious when she
Begins to come apart at the seams
Why does everything
I do
Have to be orchestrated
By, guess who
If home is where the heart is
Then get the hell off my lawn
You homeless autocrat
Don't make me go and get my dad's gun
Go and exploit my current
Mental state and expecting a thank you
I bet that big red bruise on your cheeks
Was all according to keikaku
Is there something
Left to say
If you wanna talk about it
I guess I could stay
Is there something left to say
(You're just jealous cause I'm young and in love)
Is there something left to do
(You're stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation)
I've barely had any sleep
(You're an iron fist in a velvet glove)
Because I stayed up laying at the parking lot with you
(Makes it easier to rig the situation you made up)
And maybe when
(You're just jealous cause I'm young and in love)
You stop being such a cunt
(You're stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation)
We could be friends
(You're an iron fist in a velvet glove)
Or we could hang out once a month
(Makes it easier to rig the situation you made up)
You're just jealous cause I'm young and in love
You're stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation
You're an iron fist in a velvet glove
Makes it easier to rig the situation you made up
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3. |
The Hall of Regress
01:43
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I swear I'm a mistake turned to flesh
I'm like internet explorer trying to refresh
I'm a koala only lazier
I'm a dinosaur who should get hit by a meteor
I'm a progressive with an open mind and ignorant views
I like to make believe that I am nothing like all of you
I'm anti-social and I'm full of spite because
Everything I make is obvious and trite
I've never had
Anything more to give, but
I guess I never
Even tried to live
Because I'd rather be
Openly, lonely, don't
Patronize me
It's demeaning
Or maybe I
Need a change
Of pace, no
I'll stay the same
No need to change
What can't be changed
It wouldn't hurt anyone
If I stayed the same
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Everyone's fighting their own battles
But no one fights the way she does
She's been sucker punched, kicked in the nuts
But this fighting machine is never gonna bust
All I ever wanted was
To be left alone because
I'm not that good at making friends
But I'm real good at making sure they end
I tried to stay invisible
But happenstance, or so I thought
Now I am forced to tag along
With the school outcast all year long
She's a real catch
If you're blind, deaf, or stupid, and her
Arrogance
Just makes her seem more deluded, and don't get me
Started on her stupid band (they sound like shit)
But screw it
A few weeks pass and so I guess
I'm managing to decompress
Whenever I'm around her
I just become a listener
To her podcast about herself
And my heart even starts to melt
When I see her smiling from afar
While she is playing her guitar
Maybe I
Have been way too judgmental, and she
Seems to be
Fairly sentimental, of all the
Things she wishes she was brave
Enough to say
Everyone's fighting their own battles
But no one fights the way she does
She's been sucker punched, kicked in the nuts
But this fighting machine is never gonna bust
Am I going crazy, my head is getting hazy
Realizing that I might be Falling for her, so I
Blame gravity, then I suddenly return to
Reality, with us alone together at the balcony
It's so boring
Cuz there's nothing to do, so hold out your
Hand so I
Can do nothing with you, or maybe
You could play that special little song
You wrote and I'll just sing along
Everyone's fighting their own battles
But no one fights the way she does
She's been sucker punched, kicked in the nuts
But this fighting machine is never gonna bust
So open up the cork of those bottled up
Feelings and start drinking away pour your
Heart out, I'll be there to clean up the
Mess you'll make, when you're done acting brave
All I ever wanted was, to be left alone because
I'm not that good at making friends, but I'm real good at making sure they end
I tried to stay invisible, but happenstance, or so I thought
Now I will gladly tag along, with you for however long
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5. |
Angel With a Gun
06:19
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Woke up late, notice you're gone
My brand new clock, failed to alarm
Your song, still plays in my head
Foreshadowing something that fills me with dread
Something's wrong, I can feel it
She would never, do anything so drastic
They probably deserve what's coming
Cuz I know that she's been
Fighting the urge to crack
Finding reasons to
Live, laugh, love
Numbness, from all the bad blood
Fighting inner demons, while
Finding outer ones
Firing a hail of
Penance the Angel with a gun
Second chances are for those who deserve it
To those who are worth it from the start
She deserves at least 3 more
To get a better ending to her life
I never meant for things to get this overblown
So please don't jump off, leaving me all alone
The last thing I see are her amber eyes
Giving me one last goodbye
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6. |
Afterthought
05:05
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Alone in this landfill
Deteriorating health
A monthly pension
Makes up for frugal wealth
Exit the room I
Stuck Myself in the last four years
For no other reason
Than a craving for pizza and beers
Nearby's a food joint
Where I can get both for cheap
Hand in my order
While I wait I take a seat
A local band plays
No one bats an eye on stage
A pretty voice
Reminds me of better days, but
Those days weren't meant to last
It was all just a phase
But no one can argue that those
Weren't my happiest days
She caused me to fly
She was my happy thoughts
But now, same as me she's
Just an afterthought
Confirming suspicions
Time has not been kind to her
Shaved, full of tattoos
Amber eyes that lack color
Shot up with drugs that
I don't want to recognize
Broke up as dumb kids
Now we're older but far less wise
Flashbacks to when we were young
All the good and bad parts
That fight we had on the beach
Where we jumped the shark
Your song, a repressed memory
But I knew it by heart
Now it's all in the past
Just an afterthought
Maybe we could try
Get another chance
Make it all right
If you would just glance
Right at me and yet
I think about it and
It's better to forget
Cause we'd just fight again
Takeout's ready to go
Take one last good look
At you, I sober up
As I close the scrapbook
What if our looks exchanged
Falling backs a long shot
Because people don't change, we're
All just afterthoughts
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7. |
Floral Print Dress
05:49
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Whoever said goodbyes were forever should get sued
Perjury's a major offense, lying's not really my strong suit
A pinky promise made with a gal waiting back home
That I'd return in one piece, so she won't end up alone
But as much as it hurts for me, to be a pessimist
We may never see each other, as soon as I enlist
Please don't hold yourself back, by waiting for a ghost
I wanna see you fly like a pterosaur, so learn to let go
Three years pass and I just can't help
But thank God's good grace
A promise kept, and a soul mate
In a floral print dress
Do you remember going camping, eating undercooked kebabs
Constant back-and-forth's of banter, while rocking out to Billy Cobb
You gazed upon stars, while I gazed upon your eyes
Two brightly glowing amber orbs, got me acting unwise
But camping out in a desert
In the middle of a war
While the food may be better
I'd rather pick the backyard
I will help you find a purpose to
Live your life the way you'd want it to be
To be free
Where you won't be solely dependent on me, hopefully
You've really turned your life around, in a not so shocking turn of
Events that succeeded many bridges being burned
No contact made with anyone, from those shameful senior years
But who cares, we have each other, as her face is filled with tears
An emotional breakdown
You said you couldn't change
Or even grow as a person
But I still love all of you the same
I will help you find a purpose to
Live your life the way you'd want it to be
To be free
Where you won't be solely dependent on me, hopefully
London Bridge is burning
That fire's what it took for us to see
That all we ever needed
Was a bridge that brought you closer to me
I feel partly responsible
For your loneliest nights, it was
Either me or your closest friends, so
I'll do right by your side
Lucy I want you to marry me
We'd live by Slaughter Beach
Have a pet dog named Jake
Doesn't seem out of reach
I will help you find a purpose to
Live your life the way you'd want it to be
To be free
Where you won't be solely dependent on me, hopefully
London Bridge is burning
That fire's what it took for us to see
That all we ever needed
Was a bridge that brought you closer to me
And only me
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8. |
All That Matters Is Her
08:00
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I still remember when I wished that I could be left alone
Isolation from society felt like home
No one would understand, they'd all just be a bother
The worst was when I hated everything about her
So let's just forget everything
We ever said or did, and let's just
Laugh at stupid shit like how I love to mumble or how your brother's car consistently has a dent
Or how I make the most out of every chance to sing "Never Meant"
I take a short trip down memory lane
Flipping through the scrapbook your mother made
You looked great in that dress, and played better in it too
The roaring crowd and their applause, all cheering for you
Your best friend, a pain in my ass
Bad blood, a snake in the grass
Constant fighting till I sober
Up, and now all I want is for this to be over
And to make peace
Her sleeve's full of words
Signed with a pen
Made from her heart
And now...all that matters is her
All that matters is her
All that matters is her
All that matters is her
All that matters is her
She opened the door, to a
World full of dashes and underscores
Her soul breathes new life
As I pull out the twisted knife
5 years wasted out of state
A scholarship that can't outweigh
The longer the distance, the longer it feels
The faster the days go, the sooner it heals
I'm finally back where I
Belong with you
I'm sure it's true
Cuz
All that matters is her
All that matters is her
All that matters is her
All that matters is her
With a meteor coming soon
(All that matters is her)
Everyone's going to die
(All that matters is her)
So I'll say to everyone
(All that matters is her)
Goodbye Volcano High
(All that matters is her)
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9. |
Log Entry: T.L.C.
03:56
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Captains log, stardate 201M2020
On a Friday, I get briefed by space command
My mission clear as day, except for one little snippet
In exchange for information, I buy a pricey little trinket
A nightmare from my past, fully exposed to a crowd
A rain of jeers from all my peers, I just feel like blacking out
"It couldn't get any worse" I thought, as I trip over some stairs
I earn a couple broken bones and bruises everywhere
Some tender loving care and I easily survive
The anxious nursing from a girl, the pain immediately subsides
I mumble out the feelings I'm not brave enough to say
Unbeknownst to me, my loud mouth had my heart on full display
And she softly said
That she felt
The same way, too
A break from all her friends who were enablers at best
Keeps the two us alone together, but I must confess
I feel a pint of guilt, sensing her solidarity
So I buckle up and improve on my congeniality
An announcement causes discord as the student body blasts
A massive wall of colloquy regarding the upcoming dance
I didn't mind going, as long as time was spent with her
While envisioning her dress, I pray for an eye-catching couture (perv)
The night of the soirée, we arrive to the promenade
Our time together's cut short, as she prepares her serenade
At a burning bridge, her isolated, former friends
So I douse the flames, extend a hand, and we all make amends
My sweet tooth's the prettiest
Girl at the party
And she can prove it with a
Solid right hook
And like a cheesy
Rom-Com It ends
With us and all our friends
Together for an iconic trailer shot
We're bowling for another chance,
Another place, another dance
To find a way to run away
From Mellon Collie who's infinitely sad
We're breaking free from novelty
There's not a star that we can't reach
You'll always be as iconic to me
As that Phoebe Cates pool scene
Captains log, stardate 201M2027
One final message left to send
I'd like to end this off, on a satisfying note
I'm married happily, with progeny as pure as driven snow
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