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Pt. 2
10:10
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Hello, Hi, How are you?
I’m no longer a mouse destroying your home
New sounds, I stand here alone
beginning again in Iceland
struck forward by the strength of snowstorms in the south
Again and again
I hate these words but I will dare to open my mouth
oh fuck all that sad shit
Im not gonna do it again
well, maybe one last drag
fuck it, what a drag, I’m not glad, you got mad,
just look at me so young and sad
Can you tell by that reference to Daniel Johnston?
Or the cigarettes in my pocket?
Or the tears In my Jeans?
Or the way I hate my hometown
He asked me If I’d spoken to you, I said
“No it’s complicated”
The problem is that I keep dealing with that absent feeling,
and not what really happened.
But I’m gonna try to now,
Then I promise I’ll stop bitching
okay here it goes—
Hiding my sight behind your eyelids
I spit out nothing into a cup of coffee cold.
You were shook up and I couldn't talk
I wrote on napkins what I thought was comfort.
I turned up the heat, it kept you still,
but I began to sweat I couldn’t hold the pen
my handwriting went Jackson
and you turned on your axis
the sun only shone on your forehead
the rest of you, was all shadow
Now not only my feet were cold.
You pulled at my skin and my bones broke free you told me
“Baby, Please stop hurting me.”
I just need to break free I need to know that I don’t know you.
I know you remember I need to break free
I need to know that I can forget and let go.
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Annie and Billy
02:11
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Annie gets dressed in her Sunday best,
We’re full of that middle school blush
and that teenage lust
Let me touch your chest oh my god I am your breath now
whats your way of saying
No ifs, ands or buts—
Unconditional love?
Annie and Billy go for a walk
Mostly Billy talks, He’s getting nervous now
We’re full of red hot blood
and hungry is as hungry does
I know just what you're thinking of
no ifs ands or buts—
unconditional love
Billy says to Annie “I love how you taste”
Billy goes at Annie,
He’s young but he makes haste
Billys got blood
oh no
Billys got blood on his hands
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3. |
Mary Lou
04:31
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I didn’t know that I changed the station on my radio
you turned soft
I climbed up your arms and rolled across
the curve of your shoulder
to the neck
Between our heads thoughts fell dead
oh Mary lou, I’m glad I got to know you
Mary lou, Do I even know you?
Deathly cold, Never thought I’d grow old in this car,
but I’d like to
could you lock that door, please stay inside it’s warm
or leave if you want to
oh mary lou, what the hell did I do to you
mary lou, do I even know you?
you thought you saw it wrong because of your age
but you saw it all wrong through your tinted shades.
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Whats does it feel like to be you?
is it better to know or be known by you
how much does your skin weigh?
what does it feel like to be you
do you feel your blood flow as much as I do.
I saw you last night, you were a bed sheet ghost
did you know? I knew your thread count.
did you know you’re a bedsheet ghost
What's it like to be you right now?
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The sun blinded me,
and I couldn’t see the branches swaying gracefully,
and the leaves falling into those woods in my backyard
those woods back there
there was a small beach there the ocean a stream across the coast those woods behind my
house and every morning wed wake up and that same sun would hit our eyes and we;d go blind
we'd lost our sight
and one morning i reached over to touch your hair but all i felt was cotton there
so i got up, I step outside, I saw the clouds, I lost my light.
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No One Wants to Know
03:38
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No one wants to know.
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I'm Dreaming
06:30
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No one wants to know I’m dreaming
it’s all just closed eyelids closed
I want someone to know
about these visions only I know
I’m dreaming don’t wake me up
I’m dreaming that I didn’t have to drive
we’re still in andy
and no ones leaving
I’m dreaming I didn’t have to choose
about days and people with nothing to lose
I’m dreaming your parents never let me sleep over
I’m dreaming it was all a mistake but it doesn’t matter now
I’m dreaming Its so easy
I’m dreaming about a terrible place
It’s not all that bad.
I love dreaming but last night I dreamed I killed a dog
I was beating him senselessly when he cried help me help me
I shaved half his fur and I didn’t care that he was hurt
Now he’s only got a shirt
oh no
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Shine
04:48
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What do ya do when you're trapped in the snow?
or where do you go when your driveways clear?
I prefer walking on ice all alone
ducking my head under stop signs
I love this strange land where bars become heaven
everyone you’ve ever known next to you with a drink in hand
It always has to melt
turn out the streetlights
and you could still see,
those great hills staring right back at you
the air is bright and burning
tearing straight through you
But I know that sometime
the sun has to shine
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9. |
Not Here
05:13
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oh annie
and caroline too
I used to look just at you, straight at you but now I’m looking at you
hidden by a headrest through my rearview mirror and I had to drive away
Let me be everything you hate about everything
since I’ve left
I still don’t love you, I used to, but I don’t know how to give it to anyone else
I’m an ill fitting black leather jacket,
with your smell
cold to the touch
a walking, tangible hell
I am sewer rat eating trash out your trashcan
look at me bringing it up again and again
I’m not there
you're not here
tomorrow it would have been a year
not even a year
I’ve gotten on better with out you
but that doesn’t mean I hate you
and I’m so terrified of you not being terrified of never talking again
In the morning I woke up
I step outside and the sun still shined
wind still blew
no one knew
I went to the movies
Saw charlie brown
what did he do?
He took flight went out of sight above your eyes above you
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10. |
Pt. 1
02:40
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