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Nobody's listening to the WAV files
Everything falls apart despite my best intentions
Wish my mistakes were wise handshakes
And my screw-ups were just dumb luck
Wish I had pulled a Homer once in ten years
Now it's over
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2. |
Twice For Flinching
02:32
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I'll never be in a hardcore band
Because I turned 18 but growing old wasn't he plan
Shelves of tapes and CDs penned by teens and early twenties
I won't be making the ranks of them
It's getting harder to convince my friends
To get in a van and take three weeks away from their families
Am I the only one who wants to get drunk in Midwest basements?
Instead of working 50 weeks somewhere that's stable and reliant
I guess I see their point
I could die any day now
Though I guess that always was the case
But I'm seeing more lines and feeling more frustrations
I guess that should have been my motivation
I remember hating being young and naive
Tripping on shoelaces like I couldn't see in front of me
Shit piled up and got worse
It's just the way shit works
I've aged out of the person that I wanted to be
Can't pump the breaks on my mistakes
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The Dishwasher
01:50
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People younger than me are astronauts
I'm in a pit back of the restaurant
You see right through me and you just see the trash cans
There's a hierarchy no mystery where I stand
I'm not a musician
I'm on my own
It's not getting better
Got nowhere else to go
It's all I know
I won't live forever
I know I'm past my prime
I'm out of time
My body's broken
This is my only path
And nothing lasts
I'll have no moment
The sludge collects in the floor drain
Saw my reflection in the grime stain
I'll jump from the corner ring
Cause there's nothing else for me
Unclogging float valves
Cements my legacy
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Pop Punk
03:28
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I'm really glad the punk scene got so competitive
Just playing local shows can get so repetitive
And being happy for your friends is like giving up
It's like admitting that they have better draw
I'm terrified your band might play the next festival
The one I've been trying to secure since last April
Cause we all know that if it happens you'll be big time
And it's not fair I'm the one who deserves it
Print my band on splatter vinyl
We'll direct support the headliner
Give me Google Docs of your contacts
They're my contacts
Talk a big game about supporting the community
But cherry-picking and star-fucking is all that really means
Cause you've monopolized who gets to play the bigger shows
You picked the band that wore your t-shirts in their press photo
You brown-nose the hip label jerks
You don't make friends you just network
Cause everyone's either a ladder or an ankle-weight
Inside you know you're just a fucking snake
So what can you do for me?
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Messenger Pigeon
01:34
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If I could text you I wouldn't be so lonely
Any response would be enough connection for me
But it wouldn't be right
And it's the middle of the night
If I could tell you about all the junk I have in my head
Maybe it would empty out and leave me with clarity instead
But it wouldn't be ok
And I got nothing new to say
Just everything would be alright
If you felt the same way tonight
This cellular Pandora's Box
It beckons me to break the locks
If I sent signals to all the stars in M-13
Would it be received would anything come back to me?
So I'll just stare at the wall
Leaving ink stains where they fall
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Gravity Racer
02:52
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You're so fucking self-righteous
self-proclaimed prophet of open-mindess
Like you know where and when to draw the lines
You wrote the rules like Frankenstein
Only smoke cigarettes from your favorite corporations
Expelling toxic waste to remaining populations
You bill yourself as the authority
With counterfeit moral seniority
It's clear you don't mind being a hypocrite
So long as you see benefit
Dispersing conjured up character defamations
As if it was some sort of moral obligation
Ignore the obvious self-serving motivations
That soapbox gets more eyes on you
It's all you want you know it's true
Blow out your lungs with priggish speech
But never practice what you preach
Your own rules don't apply to you as a stipulation
Your virtue's just a cheap and plastic immitation
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7. |
Unnecessary Surgery Land
01:38
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I've got nowhere to go and I'm probably too buzzed to take this any further
I've got a whole night to kill but a rotting corpse to drag with me
I'm looking at street signs and I'm counting avenues to find direction
A small sliver of red's all that's inside my battery
Somewhere under this skyline there's a light left on for me
But I'll never find it starring at my shoes
Somewhere in this maze there's the route for me to take
But I'll never get there standing still
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The sun stings my eyes way too much
To see a brighter side
This room is feeling claustrophobic
No dark clouds are in sight
I'll make it through summer
I'll feel the world tilt
I'll make it through summer
before I'm gone
Melted down into murky sludge
A miserable puddle
If I can just hold on till winter
I'll reform I'm sure
I'll be counting seconds till the sun's gone
Waiting for the snowy days
I know I can overcome the darkness
If I outlive the heatwave
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