1. |
The One
03:47
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You get home from work
And put on your blue dress.
Everyone knows the one.
This one's thirty-five,
A lawyer from the Ukraine.
As you close the door to leave,
You quietly hope to yourself
That he's the one to say:
"You work your job
And you pay your rent.
You love your mom,
And you get by.
But how many days do you sit
By the window
And wonder 'What else is out there?'
What if I told you I could show you
Things no man ever has?
I'll always have time.
I'll never die.
I'll always be by your side."
You'd be right to promptly say
"That's bullshit."
You've been tricked
Too many times before
To know that no man
Has your best interest at heart.
I don't want to be this person,
I don't want to be that man
That tells you
I'm going to make everything alright.
And then I'll leave,
And you'll say
"I would've been better off
Had we never met-
Had I never known."
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2. |
Rocks
03:40
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I hung a map up on my wall
So that I wouldn't forget about
All the decent things that I've done-
The stories worth talking about.
Tell me stranger-
Do you wonder about me
In the same way I wonder about you?
Or am I the doe-eyed little dear
Running circles around
The people that he gives a fuck about?
I've been wandering in every sense of the word.
Almost falling down a mountain in Utah
Or getting lyme disease on a rock formation in Maine.
I'm yelling out to a beach in Oregon-
A family of four looks over
And they are confused.
Convincing you to split a bottle of wine with me
On the picnic table in my backyard.
I just want to see the moon on your back.
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3. |
Letters From Grandma
02:23
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When I feel like dying
I wonder what you'd find
In my apartment-
If you'd laugh
At all the stupid little notes I'd saved
These past several years
And what they meant to me.
I have all these bits and pieces
Of songs I've never finished
And photographs that no one's
Ever seen before.
How many of you would it take
To figure out what they all are?
There's just no way that anyone
Could possibly appreciate
The years I spent hating myself
To build the man you see before you now.
Maybe I should do like my grandmother did-
She hid letters all over
In the house where she lives
So that when we go through
All of her things in the end
She could say how much she loves us,
How she saw past our sins.
Despite my godlessness
And my likeness to my father,
She did glean a few good things.
All that I want now is for someone
To come along and figure me out.
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4. |
Fire Burns Out
04:40
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I spent my time as a kid staring at the ceiling
Into something I’d promised myself:
Moving out And living in the driveway
Into a conversion van with satellite T.V.
Eventually, it would turn into
A love I grew with someone else.
I didn’t really need anything.
I had found someone that wanted just me.
So I packed bags full of secret things
That I saved for later.
I stoked the fire and thought a lot
About the person I would be.
And then I found the things that I loved to do.
In all of my deepest parts,
I felt compelled to pursue them.
I worked a lot and forgot about
The way that people sometimes think.
I broke a couple of close one’s hearts
And chalked it up to being young and stupid.
Until I figured out that both weren’t meant for me.
Now what am I supposed to do
When I don’t have the means
To do these things that I’d promised myself
And my fire burns out?
What do I do when my fire burns out?
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5. |
Spit
03:39
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Why am I even here
If you look me in the eye
And tell me I’m not enough for you?
You’re angry because I lied
And said I could handle this.
I watched the spit fall from your lips
As you screamed at me
“Why can’t you be more of a man?”
Is this how I’m going to be?
I can’t stop sitting and staring at your keys.
You walked out and told me
That you were going to leave-
That it’s on me.
I watched the tears fall from your eyes
As you screamed at me
“You did the same things to me
That you did to everyone else.”
You hit the nail on the head
When you said I’d built up this picture of a man-
He was everything my father wasn’t,
He was steadfast and resilient.
I’ve got my hands on my head,
Neck outstretched and I’m crying,
I was so afraid to be that.
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7. |
Space Fest
02:20
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