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Introduction
03:14
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I hear my father's inner monologues,
I hear them, too
They sing a downtrodden melody,
That transcends the gods and as-seen-on-T.V.
It starts out dim in the corner,
But slowly sinks into my sheets,
Until it takes its wretched form and I know nothing of sleep,
Glues my eyes to the ceiling,
Searching for who knows what,
Painkillers bathed in black light,
A version of me I don't hate
It doesn't add up,
Something is not as it seems,
If we want to be happy,
Is this the way it has to be?
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2. |
Tell-Off
01:27
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I'm in high spirits tonight,
So text me back something moody and dark,
Or express your elation,
How you're just so...
Blah-blah, bullshit,
It has no applicable weight
I do my best to diffuse your unrest,
But I'm not so charming, I guess
Telling you off,
In my head I am telling you off,
And again, I'm coming off too collected
I'm in a bad way tonight,
As always I'm feeling moody and dark,
But you put up with me and my cynical bullshit,
It's all just a desperate defense
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3. |
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In the black light,
Blue light bottles on the pavement,
I'm stuck here all stuck on you
'Cause you don't like my band,
You don't like me
Salesmen selling chocolate-covered painkillers and sunsets,
You're killing me,
It's endless,
I'm killing me,
I'm so goddamn pretentious,
It's just a desperate defense with no applicable weight
But you don't like my band,
You don't like the way I sing,
Why don't you tell me something I don't know,
Why don't you tell me something I don't already know
I'd like to look to past the look you gave when I told you I quit my job yesterday,
I'd like to be that man for you,
Who brings you chocolate-covered painkillers and maybe happiness, too
But you don't like my band,
You don't like the way I sing,
Why don't you tell me something,
Tell me anything I want to hear from you
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4. |
Deployment Patch
03:01
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Send me to the sand and the sun,
Where you're not and hardly speaking,
Send me to the simple life,
Where contentment eats me away
Send me to the sand and the sun,
Where you're not,
And in my head I'm in the passenger seat of your Ford Focus,
You're closer to me
Maybe there are holes in the bottom of your heart,
Maybe there are flaws in the format of my love,
Do you feel let down?
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5. |
Gray Sub-Compact
05:30
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(For S.C.)
Weathered affection matched against dumb, young lovers in backseat, breathless lust,
My hand in the grooves in the back of your hand,
Carved out by me and my chronic anxiety
I'm yours,
And you belong to me,
As miles and miles of lines and pavement pass beneath
Weathered affection matched against cheap quick thrills,
That are financed by depression and as-seen-on-T.V.,
I'm yours,
And you belong to me
If it lasts,
Is it happiness?
I think it's something more,
It's something more,
It's something with weight
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6. |
Interlude
01:47
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I guess you're supposed to leave a note for friends and family to read,
But I'd rather just leave and never come back
I guess we're supposed to be happy or something that's probably a dream,
But I don't feel let down,
It's all just a twisted scheme to make you believe you're not having a good time
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It's Wednesday's turn to make you sad,
So patiently waited all week,
I'm forgetting something,
Always am,
That's just like me
It's a turn-and-burn minimum wage-type week,
Then betray the daylight just to sleep it all off,
Summer moon is calling me out,
Always is,
That's just like her
And I'll answer or leave a drunken voicemail,
That violently shifts from being funny to just plain sad,
But I'll wake up and do it all again,
Don't you second-fucking-guess me,
I am made of gold,
But I won't be wrapped around your finger
It's Wednesday's turn to make you sad
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8. |
Daytime TV
03:26
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I give up,
Yeah, you fucking heard me,
I'm done,
I've had enough of you and more than enough of me like this,
You've got such a lazy heart and a reckless way about these things
I don't need you,
I don't need you anymore
It's not enough to say you're fucking sorry again,
It's not enough for you to say that you want me here,
You've got such a lazy heart and a reckless way about these things
I don't need you,
I don't need you anymore
I kinda thought this would happen to me,
That I'd waste my life with such apathy,
When I quit my job I thought I'd finally be free,
But now I kill myself with with daytime T.V.
I give up,
Yeah, you fucking heard me,
I'm done,
I've had enough of you and more than enough of me
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9. |
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So I'm a failure in your eyes,
If I am broken you are flawlessly repaired, I'm sure,
In the black light everything glows,
I can see your sadness glow
Clutch my hand long enough for your guilt to ooze between our fingers,
Tattooed crosses on your eyes,
I don't see how you could possibly see me
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10. |
Barefoot
02:08
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I found a place for the gods to live and die,
With my shovel in hand I dug a hole in the dead of night for them,
They took the shape of shards of broken glass
I think I can think for myself,
I think you would benefit from living on your own terms
I found a place for the gods to die and never come back,
I'll never be happy but that's okay with me
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11. |
Conclusion
04:17
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I hear my father's inner monologues,
I hear them, too
They sing a downtrodden melody,
That transcends the gods and as-seen-on-T.V.,
It loops on repeat,
I hear it incessantly
It starts out dim in the corner,
But slowly comes into light,
Reveals its wretched form,
Something ugly but I know it's not what it seems,
I am not what I seem,
Your happiness is just not something that I need,
This is the way is has to be,
I'd rather feel every last cut and sting,
Than feel weightless
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