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Bummer
03:50
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Back in school I never learned what I needed to know
Like how to get healthcare and feel like an adult
Been trying for a few years now but I don’t want to anymore,
So I wont
Keep trying when I don’t know where to begin
Gonna crawl back under a rock and keep hiding from everything
(everything)
Fully grown with monetary obligation
And an empty bank account of my very own
I’m overwhelmed by all the things I can't begin to help
Been feeling like the ghost of my six-year old self
Patience is such a drag
Think I already knew that
But I don’t know too many things
Not really even sure how to say what I think
And I’m meaning well, but caring less
Think I’ll sew shut one of the 7 open holes on my head
Get me away from all of the complexities of age
Feeling twice as old as yesterday
Still overwhelmed by things I cannot help
Wouldn’t want a thing to do with myself
Everyone’s more grown up than you
And better at life too
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Haireditary
02:28
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You left suddenly without mention
But on some hereditary cue
Terrified of my own age
And feeling the years more and more in absence of you
Offered thought to ideas of permanence
Non-existent in both fact and truth
Thinned out in healthy doses
But at least I have pictures of myself to remind me of you
My hair is everywhere
Except the top of my head
Won’t even last through my 20’s
A few more years would do
Won’t make it to see 30
And have my picture taken with you
(Couldn’t tell you the year
Off the top of my head
Is it getting cold out sooner
Than years prior had been
Couldn't even start to say how
Time gets away
Looking in the mirror asking
What the fuck is my goddamn age?)
Got more hair on my legs
Than on the top of my head
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Wish You Weren't Here
02:17
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Gonna wash away with proficiency
Stay fast asleep through symphony
Got lost again in the basement
And convinced yourself it’s ok to be ok with it
Never leave that old, worn out floral couch
You can live and die in your parents house
Every waking minute is it’s own ordeal
And nothing’s ever spelled out crystal clear
I wish you weren’t here
Don’t blink, you'll wake up old and uninteresting
And to think, how nice it must be to not be anything at all
Stay lost in the same rooms where you spent years
But you can’t go home and you can’t stay here
I wish you weren’t here
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Recliner
03:37
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Moved around the room
Like it’s not a place that I ever really knew
And the cracks in the paint
No longer make a face like they once did
And sitting still
In crooked recliner chairs
Doesn’t get you anywhere
So I took a long trip
Down a short flight of stairs
Never bothered to find my feet
Never really bothered to care
Haven’t stepped outside
In the longest while
And seen the light in the sun
And it’s such a nice day to give up
On all that “stupid stuff”
On the hope that this always stays fun
On all the childish things that get hard to keep believing in
Like all the bands you listened to when you were just a kid
Couldn’t take everything in
Finally stepped outside
And it’s been a long, long while
Since I haven’t seen
The vacuum where you used to be
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People Are Neat
03:31
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I quit
People, places and giving a shit...
Important 'til it’s not
People sure do talk a big fucking talk
Agree until you don’t
Can’t afford an opinion of your own
Love it 'til it’s gone
Something better always comes along
Wound up at the start
Where things happen and shit falls apart
Fuck this
People are neat and life’s a bitch
I quit
People, places and giving a shit
(About anything)
At least I have my flannel sheets
To hold me as I fall asleep
Enjoy it while it lasts
Most things don’t just magically come back
Even if you’re smart
"Goddamnit things fall apart"
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Could've sworn that I was overdue
To feel like all my insides came unglued
All at once and just because like they always used to
Almost forgot the reason I
Stopped reading in to all the newspaper headlines
It just makes me tired and I'd rather be high
And no words in the English idiom
Will do justice for what kids my age have done
To the overall well-being of common conversation
Glued to cellular screens
Or some stupid shit no normal person ever really needs
HUMANITY IS THE REASON I SMOKE WEED
What a perfect goddamn day
To curl up in a ball and sleep your life away
You'll wake up tomorrow and you wont remember today
And it's real fucking sad
That no one needs half the shit they already have
I'm going home to shut my eyes and smoke myself to sleep for the rest of my life
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That's Fer True
02:35
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Sometimes it’s nice to forget
All of the things still hanging over head
Places and things you won’t see
While working to pay off those debts well into your sixties
Don’t lie, it’s not alright
Nothing’s fine, what a waste of time
To be alive
Sometimes it’s nice to pretend
Life isn’t taking a sizable shit on your head
Keep trying your very best
Despite the knowledge that it still won’t probably ever be close to good enough…
Sometimes it’s nice to forget even for a minute
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It’s never been so much fun
To stay home, to stay stoned, to stay dumb
The records can keep my mind
Distracted from what little I’ve really done relative to the passing time
Evolved enough to keep my foot in my mouth
When there’s too many people already talking just to hear the sound
Don’t be bothered, don’t be concerned
Care as little as you already were
It’s never a problem until it’s yours, and then before too soon
The more that you know the less you’ll want to
Looking for a reason to leave the house
I still want to see the world and never leave the safety of my couch
Or the comfort of the things I own
Like it’s frowned upon to go out in public alone
Cause lately I’ve been feeling inspired
To get lost, to get gone, can you take me higher
People don’t like other people in need
Feeling less and less like this is actually the place I want to be
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Maybe I’ll just sleep for the next three months
Like copper and gold won’t turn to dirt and dust just this once
Lost things won’t find disrepair
In the same way it’s always five minutes past quarter past four somewhere
Nowhere feels too far
When it’s hard to just be where you are
And the muscles behind my eyes start to hurt
From thinking too long about the quickest way to fall off the face of the earth
The endless white wall views
Make the whole world feel about the size of this one fucking room
Nothing ever Is spelled out clear
Fourteen feet down where...
Clouds of smoke begin to occupy space
And the ground beneath my feet suddenly starts to disintegrate
Harping endlessly on things that won’t become
Still trying to let go of what I never even had a hold of
When the muscles behind your eyes start to hurt
Remember that everything you love returns to dirt and things could still get worse
And the endless white wall views
Make the whole world feel about the size of this one fucking room
I’m not here
And my mind is not there
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10. |
First Things Last
04:42
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Lost sight again of every seemingly insignificant little thing
In the minutes that it took to adjust to the change in lighting
And left no doubt that most everything doesn’t work itself out
And it’s never good practice to avoid mirrors in well lit rooms
Sleeping with the lights on
Nothing’s hiding in the halls
And everything that you can’t see
Doesn’t simply cease to be
In the absence of light
Lost count again of the exact number of years that it’s been
Since the stars above lost their shine and valid theories existed as to why
It’s often, easily forgotten consequence leaving all the best
Years and decades lost to the feeling in your gut; until you’re not
I’ll keep pretending to sleep
Just to get, just to get, just to get away from the responsibility
I'll say anything most days
Just to get, just to get, just to get, just to get away
Could sleep through a whole year or two
or three or four or more or more or more or more
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