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Rolling Rock n Roll
01:33
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I'm drinking all alone
'Cause there's nobody there to make an ass of myself
I'm drinking all alone
So i can push it down like my old man
I'm drinking at home
'Cause there's nobody there to make an ass of myself
I'm drinking at home
So i can push it down like my old man
I'm drinking
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Clopen
01:03
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If we're being honest
I've got something on my chest
You know I'll just keep crawling back to you
Just to be your second best
If we're being honest
I've got something on my mind
I guess we'll skip the two steps forward
And skip straight to two steps behind
If you found better company
That'll have to be okay
It's been at least twice that you've flaked on me
But we'll find another day
If you found better friends than me
That'll have to be okay
Because new friends are just new enemies
That haven't learned your devilish ways
Your ways
There's no set of rules
But there's a code of conduct
Maybe I misread you missing me
And everything was just dumb luck
Well, I got mixed messages
From your mixed emotions
I was trying to put myself out there
But you're just going through the motions
And I got mixed up in this
Mix of notions
I'm just trying to keep my head straight
Through all this white noise and commotion
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Not all days can be sad
But today can
I'll sty locked in my room
And watch late night cartoons
That's today's plan
It's a scary time to be alive
I don't want to see anyone or go outside
I'm too scared of living
I'm just trying to survive
I'm soft, and I'm bitter
But i'm scared to be armed
When odds are against you
It's okay to be alarmed
My peers are dying around me
And the looming fear of my fate surrounds me
I'll try to confide in pride rather than fear
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Liquid Sunshine
02:52
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It's the middle of March and it's 85 degrees
I'm driving through Clearwater with Vacation on repeat
I'm on my eighth cup of coffee, not even thinking of sleep
It's the best that I've felt in weeks
I'll get a house with my friends in South Saint Pete
And feel at home for the first time since 2013
Or I'll ride my bike to somewhere that I've never seen
Or somewhere in-between
I'm trying my best to do the best I can
In these trying times
I'm trying my best not to forget myself again
At least I'm trying this time
It's early July and it's 100 degrees
I'm trying to get some sleep but there's no fucking AC
It feels like a sauna, and I feel like defeat
'Cause I can't fucking breath
I can't pay my bills, I don't know how we'll eat
I'd pick up another job, but then when would I sleep?
There's only two ends to a candle, but I'm trying to burn three
I'm giving up on me
I'm trying my best to do the best I can
In these trying times
I'm trying my best not to forget myself again
At least I'm trying this time
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Punk to you is a fashion statement
A fresh set of faces that you haven't played yet
Jokes on you, we all know your games, and
You know you're not welcome at the house we're staying at
Don't expect another invitation
When I book a show at The Corner House again
I'm sure you'll have no problem taking an Uber to The Bends
To do key bumps and get fucked up with you "too cool for me" friends
You're so full of hate and I'm all out of sorry's
You invalidate and it's kind of alarming
You turn on a dime like you're trying to destroy me
But you're transparent hatred is starting to bore me
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I want to tell you how much I hate you in a cocaphony of sound
But all I've got is a ukulele and thoughts of how I wish you were still around
I used to tell you that I loved you more than I said it to myself
Well, hindsight's 20/20, I knew you were promising us hell
I want to remember my dreams
Or remember how to create a false memory
Or fall into an alternate reality
Where I haven't fallen out of love with me
I think I remember one dream
Where you and I were having out, catching some Z's
And if memory serves, I told you I loved you
And you said the same to me
And as the ambient city lights creep through the cracks in our aluminum blinds
I'm lying awake, tossing and turning, playing it back through my mind
I spent so much time defending you, but you left us all behind
You spent so much time caring for yourself, but didn't care to say good bye
Well, I'd rip the flesh off my right arm if it meant that I could forget you
Or it gave me the will power to just pretend that I had never met you
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7. |
Risk vs Reward
02:15
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Well, I like that band you showed me
But if I see them
Then I'll see you
And you'll see me
Seeing myself to the door
And we'll see if I can make it
Through the rest of that night
Without drinking myself to sleep
Or falling asleep on someone else's living room floor
It's been almost two years by central standard time
I'm still searching for closure for a chorus and a rhyme
A quick turn of phrase, a part we can sing along
Maybe this will be your last song
Well, I like the bars in Tampa
But if I go there
Then I'll be scared
Thats you'll catch me
Trying not to catch your eyes
And I'm fully aware
That it's not fair
That I still care
About avoiding you
And your self destructive guise
It's been almost two years by central standard time
I'm still searching for closure for a chorus and a rhyme
A quick turn of phrase, a part we can sing along
Maybe this will be your last song
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Stove. Saint Petersburg, Florida
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