1. |
Blocking Your Number
03:45
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most of what i do these days
involve avoiding the question
and breaking your trust
i go back and forth between
dreaming of being with you
and hating your guts.
and i meant what i said,
whatever that was.
i'm so desperate for something i don't even want
i miss being in love.
"do you even think about me?"
and "i wish you were here"
were texts i never sent
and never will.
it'll be 3 years this summer
and i still look at you
with the same excitement and shame
that i did the day that i met you
you were so out of range.
it's getting late
a lame excuse to call
abandoning my faith
in a mall parking lot
it's only rage
reuniting my fist with the wall.
i can't think of anything worse than you
finding out it was you all along.
your need to always be right fits so perfectly
with me always being wrong.
and my bad dreams are having bad dreams of their own
i can't see myself blocking your number
so i'm breaking my phone.
it's getting late
a lame excuse to call
abandoning my faith
in a mall parking lot
it's only rage
reuniting my fist with the wall.
it's just like i pictured it would be:
me falling down drunk in the street
me lying down drunk in the arms of no one
kissing concrete
i'll stop with the hoping
i won't believe
i take one last look in the mirror
before i break it completely.
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2. |
Beanie Baby
02:24
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i hate waking up
i know i'm always missing out
i like keeping to myself
and sleeping on my sister's couch
i'm in love with how you left me
apologetic and afraid
i never hated my voice as much
as when i called you the next day
and i just feel pain.
i'm a trapdoor in the dark
walking backward in the wrong direction
so i can't see what i've lost
i know you feel it, i know you wanted to
still sick to my stomach
and i've already swallowed my tongue
i'm choking on each passing moment
because i didn't have the guts
to wrap my arms around you so i left without a word
i didn't make it to the gutter
so i'm laying in the dirt
i know you feel it, i know you wanted to
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3. |
What's the Craic?
03:21
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Somebody's car is parked out on the lawn
With all the windows down
It's probably being sold for parts now
I just can't see me getting off the couch now
That's just depression or whatever
And all the usual haunts
If you have to ask yourself:
"Am I doing this right?"
You're not.
In traditional fashion,
In traditional fashion
I fall asleep in the backseat
It's sad believe me,
Waking up to a drunk text from yourself
Then feeling all hell
When you get so far out of control
That it's comfortable now.
Go
Where did the year?
Who's been drinking my beer?
I put too much stock in my nightmares
It's only chemical
But it still freaks me out
In traditional fashion,
In traditional fashion
I fall asleep in the backseat
It's sad believe me,
Waking up to a drunk text from yourself
Then feeling all hell
When you get so far out of control
That it's comfortable now.
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4. |
I'm So Blue
04:56
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take some time
take the time you need
take what's mine
say you'll never leave
i just called to tell you that i'm doing better on my own
i don't even think about you that much anymore.
i'm going back to school
after summer, after summer
losing you
was a bummer, was a bummer
i'm so blue
without you, without you
i'm so blue
without you, without you
find a better man
picking better friends
share a cigarette
lose a day in bed
i just called to tell you that i'm doing better on my own
i don't even think about you that much anymore.
i'm going back to school
after summer, after summer
losing you
was a bummer, was a bummer
i'm so blue
without you, without you
i'm so blue
without you, without you
i'm so blue...
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5. |
Drunk at Target
03:38
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it's funny how bad things happen without me even trying.
when i am home alone
i keep the lights off
i shouldn't have to face myself.
and i'm an eating, breathing headache
and nervous by nature
somebody tell me where i'm supposed to put my hands?
i should've stayed home
i should've walked out
everything that i do
i only do to myself
i should've never kissed you
i should be running through the mall
screaming a Rilo Kiley song at the top of my lungs
some things are hard to recover from
i let it torture me.
and all the traps i thought i set for you
were actually meant for me.
i should've stayed home
i should've walked out
everything that i do
i only do to myself
i should've never kissed you
i should be running through the mall
screaming a Rilo Kiley song at the top of my lungs
what i thought was a fall from grace
was just me stumbling out the door,
was just me tripping upward.
and even if i quit while i'm ahead
i'll still lose
i guess i miss you
and there's nothing left to do.
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6. |
Out of Luck
03:05
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i check the weather in Virginia almost every day.
i hope to god it rains
i hope to god you never make the best of any situation
not involving me
you're still not calling me
you're still not calling me.
point me in the direction of an unfulfilling life
i've wasted all my time
it's reassuring to be wrong
in love and out of luck.
there's no shame in the shame that you are feeling.
on some level, i feel your pain.
but we all have our strengths!
you know what it means to be disappointing
and i deserve to be disappointed.
point me in the direction of an unfulfilling life
i've wasted all my time
it's reassuring to be wrong
in love and out of luck.
you are Monday mornings, i am the 4th of July.
we are drinking to us and our love
on top of your roof in another life.
fireworks over the harbor,
the dogs in the yard,
the summer olympics,
sex in the shower
and driving around in your car.
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7. |
Foosball
03:10
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i guess you could say i'm an overachiever
i go out of my way to hate you
it's a combination of the things you don't say
and the things you don't do.
and if you're not impressed with how i'll waste my turn
all of the things i know i want to unlearn
so i can be worse
so i can be worse
i can be so much worse.
sometimes,
i wish i was somewhere different and somebody else.
and i know,
you're not in love with me and this is not a cry for help.
i dreamt i seized the day
i almost lost a year
let's talk about our days at State
and stolen beer
my Fleetwood Mac tattoo
your "acting career"
and how i like you better when you aren't here.
sometimes,
i wish i was somewhere different and somebody else.
and i know,
you're not in love with me and this is not a cry for help.
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8. |
Nothing on TV
04:17
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it's another month
in a loser year
i went everywhere
but i stayed right here
and everyone's talking
and coughing out loud
i tried to kiss you in the kitchen
but i foamed at the mouth.
nothing on tv
it's a faithful fever
i'm a constant drag
i want to lose myself
so i can't find my way back
it's a trying month
in a tired year
i went everywhere
but i stayed right here.
nothing on tv
....
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LINDSAY B. Los Angeles, California
to live and die in LA
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