1. |
Butterfly's not Free
04:05
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ooh never felt so much better
ooh never ever gonna feel better
than i do right now, baby here with you
baby here with you
ooh what am i gonna do?
if i need to make the money?
ooh what am i gonna do?
if i need to make the money
ah, what a fucking dick
ah, what a fucking dick
ah, ah, ah
ooh never ever gonna feel better
than i do right now, baby here with you
ooh what am i gonna do?
i just wanna know
if you mean forever when you say it
‘cause i’ve heard so many songs
and the musician never fucking meant them
don’t disappoint me
I’ll just get revenge
don’t disappoint me
i’m insane
aye-aye what would i do without you?
aye-aye what would i do without you?
don’t fuck with me, don’t make me cry
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2. |
Side by Side
04:07
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my phone’s dead again
it’s hard to keep things charged
when you barely got it yourself
sorry if i don’t respond
i don’t got none
my phone’s dead again
my phone’s dead again
so if i don’t respond
if you don’t get through
i won’t and will never hate you
and i still wanna be there for you
so if i don’t respond
if you don’t get through
i won’t and will never hate you
and i still wanna be there for you
my phone’s dead again
my phone’s dead again
my phone’s dead again
my phone’s dead again
i saw the sign and yet i’m still lost
can’t tell you how it felt
not all things are adaptable
ah, i guess you got your way from here
oh, i guess that you’re far from here
oh, i guess that i’ll never see you again
ah, man, what a fucking man
oh, i guess that you don’t wanna know me
ah, yes, i don’t wanna know you, too
oh, yes, i’m a little inconsistent
ah, yes, that’s fucking poetic
yes, i can drive away from here
at any time but where i go is not clear
ah, fuck, i am running out of things to feel
ah, fuck, i am running out of things to feel
ah, fuck, i am running out of things to feel
ah, fuck, i am running out of things to feel
ah, fuck, i’m running out of things to feel
i got kief all over my lap
as i’m packing the bowl
so fucking tight
the harder i hit
the pain is so hurtful
step in a briar bush
just ‘cause i can
that was me
even before i was ten
a man?
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3. |
Burn the Love Letter
02:57
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box of matches
strike dear mistress
he didn’t know it
you do though
it’s in the heart
what you do
is up to you
its a color wheel
you need to see
what pattern fits you
silhouette lit so beautiful
if you only strike that match
watch those love letters burn
watch those love letters burn
watch those love letters burn
burn the love letter
burn the love letter
burn the love letter
burn the love letter
boxing matches
strike dear mistress
he don’t know it
you do though
it’s one your eye
what you do
is up to you
its a color wheel
you need to see
what pattern fits you
silhouette lit so beautiful
if you only strike that match
watch those love letters burn
watch those love letters burn
watch those love letters burn
burn the love letter
burn the love letter
burn the love letter
burn the love letter
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4. |
Betty Parrish's Piano
04:48
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cannot contain Kenny’s anger
invocation of the pleasure dome
Frankie not in Hollywood anymore
he plays from the phone in my home
another time, a brand new choice
a brand new brand
life changes so fast
masks on my face now literally
i hope we do okay
i hope we do okay
went to Englewood this morning
sixth cup of coffee
and the remainder of my concentrate
so i can concentrate on better rhymes
why why why are you breaking my heart
why why why are you breaking my heart
why why why are you breaking my heart
strawberry cigarette smoke
Harlequin paperback on the wall
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5. |
These Heels Tho
03:21
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oh, but you barely stand in ‘em
oh, but you barely stand in ‘em
oh, but you barely stand in ‘em
sativa makes me hyper
and i’m already hyper
sativa makes me hyper
and i’m already hyper
baby take me down
lay me down, lay me
baby take me down
lay me down, hold me tight
baby take me down
lay me down, lay me
baby take me down
don’t let go, don’t let go
i’m about to go soaring
don’t let go
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our bones are breaking, bitch
constantly collecting my thoughts about you
they follow me home and haunt me
plague me like a fucking movie
all of the ghosts
up on my ceiling
spinning all around me
not letting me sleep
so i’m a zombie
all of the ghosts
up on my ceiling
spinning all around me
not letting me sleep
so i’m a zombie
all of the ghosts
up on my ceiling
spinning all around me
not letting me sleep
so i’m a zombie
all of the ghosts
up on my ceiling
spinning all around me
not letting me sleep
so i’m a zombie
walking through a hallucinatory
field of my imaginary
and i don’t think you can handle this
all of us under the spell
is it paint or blood?
all of these signs up
all of these signs up
all of the ghosts
up on my ceiling
spinning all around me
not letting me sleep
so i’m a zombie
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7. |
Normalcy Bias
02:31
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Mickey Mouse magnet
across the TV screen
leaving rainbow streams of oil
in a parking lot puddle
that’s how she fell
in from Atlantis
pink robe over a flying buttress
she’ll name all the precious
and she’ll smite the rest
fuzzy little analog dream
are you even gonna go ask Alice this time?
arms spread out
like Kate Winslet
wildfire hair
millennial jesus
big screen to fuzzy little analog dream
that’s how she rose from the dead
tingling while flying through into infinite jest
she’ll make all her own decisions
she’ll wipe the diamonds from her own mind
are you even gonna go ask Alice this time?
Mickey Mouse magnet
across the TV screen
leaving rainbow streams of oil
in a parking lot puddle
that’s how she rose from the dead
tingling while flying into infinite jest
she’ll make all her own decisions
and she’ll wipe the diamonds clear from her mind
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8. |
Unholy Romantic
04:13
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daisy flower in the breeze
get so mad on those long hot days
towel on a beach chair in the lawn
to get some sun
acting like someone’s watching
oh, how the times have changed
city lights
dark blue
field of pink
and the trees are there
yeah, you bet
yeah, you bet, the trees are there
yeah, yeah, you bet the trees are there
i’m not disillusioned i’m not
i’m not disillusion i’m just having fu—-
if you
fall for a
complete stranger
then you just need to learn yourself
fill it up little twister of blood
love is all it takes
fill it up little twister of blood
love is all it takes
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9. |
Satan's texts
04:39
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daisy flower in the breeze
get so mad on those long hot days
towel on a beach chair in the lawn
to get some sun
acting like someone’s watching
oh, how the times have changed
city lights
dark blue
field of pink
and the trees are there
yeah, you bet
yeah, you bet, the trees are there
yeah, yeah, you bet the trees are there
i’m not disillusioned i’m not
i’m not disillusion i’m just having fu—-
if you
fall for a
complete stranger
then you just need to learn yourself
fill it up little twister of blood
love is all it takes
fill it up little twister of blood
love is all it takes
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10. |
Daze of our Lives
04:29
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11. |
Fatal Distraction
04:48
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across the universe, hope to fly, surprise
i’ve got dreams, push them down, it’s over now
you pushed me so far off the edge
promises never get kept, it’s not possible for us
to remember all of them, impossible to hurt, surprise
push it to my limit, leave the world while it’s ending
cross my heart, stick a needle in…
cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in
your love is like a desert i’m thirsty for your touch
sand through the hourglass miss you so damn much
i’m so antsy need your hands all on me miss you so
so fucking much that i’m starting to feel numb miss you so
so so damn much that i’m starting to get dumb miss you so
so fucking much
cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in
cross my heart, hope to fucking die, surprise, surprise
push me around against the wall i’ll still give you all
mothlight through the needle of the eye impossible to hurt
surprise, push it to my limit leave the world while it’s ending
across the universe, hope to fly, surprise
i’ve got dreams, push them down, it’s over now
i pushed them off the edge
promises never get kept, it’s not possible for us
to remember all of them, impossible to hurt, surprised?
i pushed it to my limit
i pushed it to my limit
leave the world while it’s ending
starting to miss you so much that i’m starting to get dumb
starting to miss you so much that i’m starting to get dumb
starting to miss you so much that i’m starting to get dumb
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12. |
Seriously Funny
04:41
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fallen your still my baby
i’ll carry you home,
i’ll put you to rest
carry you home
i’ll wait for you
promising me you’ll drive to sunrise
if i left this morning
instead you drove right into a ditch
on your way to pick me up
life is full of seriously funny stuff
got a text from you
now that you’re bored
laid off work
something-something ‘come over’
and a photo of your dick
but i’m just out here
on my deck sitting
in my bungie chair
looking up at the sun
not into it, don’t think
i’d wanna be as blind
as you
i’m here playing sudoku
under cold sunshine
being my best self
trying to engage with the moment
promising me you’ll drive to sunrise
if i left this morning
instead you drove right into a ditch
on your way to pick me up
life is full of seriously funny stuff
fear, misunderstandings
turns out that’s true
and you are just confusing
fear, misunderstandings
turns out that is true
and you are just confusing
if you wanna fall down
i’ll carry you home
put you to rest
wait until morning
rather than send a text
call in late, if i have to
call in sick, if i have to
‘cause i’m never gonna
wanna be the one to leave
you at your last breath
promising me you’ll drive to sunrise
if i left this morning
instead you drove right into a ditch
on your way to pick me up
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13. |
Monarch Bookstore
03:54
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going to the Monarch Bookstore
all of the covers
pavement with all the car doors open i had to crash
‘Parallel Lines’, volume high, blur with the stars
and i felt that it was only around the bend
so i left from the river, my soul float to the ocean
yet i knew it was only around the bends
i fall in
i fall in
i fall in
i fall in
i’m fallen
i fall in
i’m fallen
i fall in
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