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Return
01:00
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dreamers only prosper at night
and it's past business hours
i'm fighting the futility
nobody's got that kind of power
no outcome has me prepared
i am so scared
nobody will be spared
main attraction at the county fair
dreamers only prosper at night
and it's past business hours
you won't survive another year
only be reborn as a coward
the return grows erratic and sour
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The last thought through my head
will be something so foul
the passing perversion from my childhood
will give me the permanent scowl
check the byline of my obituary
“He died with his hand down his pants
dreaming of ugly romance
overflowing with doubt
with a corn dog in his mouth”
I’m cut short by who defines my life
and sentences every passion
passed off as disingenuous
as a candy colored cash-in
check the byline of my obituary
isn’t it scary?
“He died with his hand down his pants
dreaming of ugly romance
overflowing with doubt
with a corn dog in his mouth”
and maybe I'll find some room to heal
in my greasy, grimy value meal
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3. |
Lying in Your Lap
01:50
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you’re towering over me
and I wish you held me closer
but you only look at me
like I should bathe with a toaster
and I'm pussy puppet
I feel like a clown
bound to the altar
in a found wedding gown
you're towering over me
and I wish you would stop laughing
it makes me think my words are useless
or for some plan you've been crafting
and I'm shit sandwich
I feel like chopped liver
to never benefit
all I am is a giver
you're towering over me
and I wish you held me closer
but you only look at me
like I should bathe with a toaster
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4. |
Spare T Shirt
01:25
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I picked up a t shirt from the back of my closet
because I was just making a run to the gas station
but now that I glance at every face in the room
I feel like an instant imitation
Put me back into a box
don’t even try to knock
I’ve swallowed the lock
high stock in being a laughing stock
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5. |
Half Hearted Attack
03:19
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i'll trample up your words but plan for recognition
of the positive sort keeping to an old tradition
with a resigned smirk in front of a reprimanding gentleman
I'm so uncomfortable let me grow in greater skin
half of my heart wanting to get spat on
while the other half of me's hoping not to get sat on
tied to the train tracks and i'm bleeding all over
my hands are in the tall grass ripping out every clover
but I wouldn't mind being the one steering the train on down the tracks
or the fright among the flowers giving you a heart attack
half of my heart wanting to get spat on
while the other half of me's hoping not to get sat on
it's agreed that it's rough to stay relevant
in a room wall to wall with elephants
given a favorable direction but wanting to cut it into several sections
no need to get a new racquet when you've already made the right amount of racket
don't put it on a pedestal when it ain't much of anything at all
half of my heart wanting to get spat on
while the other half of me's hoping not to get sat on
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6. |
My Republican Girlfriend
01:29
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my republican girlfriend
won’t call me her girlfriend
because she doesn’t see me for who I am
she'll criticize my choices like nobody can
my republican girlfriend
She says I’m so misguided
she can’t look away from her single sided
My republican girlfriend
My republican girlfriend
tells me I’m gonna burn again and again
But if she was opposite end of the pile
she’d show me off online prop me up tell me “smile”
My republican girlfriend
She says she knows how to get into heaven
she knows where she was on 9/11
My republican girlfriend
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I’m shotgunning an iced tea
in front of a group of second graders
because my own children don’t admire me
and I want to be someone’s savior
I say lookie here this is how it’s done
And I lean back off the bleachers
Someone who doesn’t recognize genius
tells me they’re gonna call a teacher
Life has no value
If no one has bowed to you
Lessons I was taught
when I was a child
They said I could be a king
not even interesting
They said I had a right
to force anyone to smile
Within seconds of any amazement
I’m dragged away by school security
And they tell me I belong in
objective obscurity
I try to open my heart up
and show them what’s inside
But they mistake my emotional openness as a gun
And knock me on my side
I yell life has no value
If no one has bowed to you
Lesson I was taught
when I was a child
They ask what did I bring
I say nothing interesting
They said I have the right
to remain silent
to an attorney
and stay on the ground
for a while
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8. |
I'll Be Bald
03:18
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I’ve got some big plans next year
I’m making sure I’ll hold everyone near
But realistically I’m gonna hit another wall
Come next year, I’ll be bald
I'll be bald
But maybe my body want to change
an experience the full extent of its range
to dive headfirst into an in between
prepare me a hairpiece so I can finally be what's been in my dreams
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oh yeah pappy i'm riding on a wild stallion
i'm filled up on the shallots and scallions
i'm dancing on the edge of my bed
and ignoring that my face is a bright shade of red
i cannot be penetrated i can't be bothered
i feel so dangerous i cannot be fathered
born from no indication
born from some sweet simplicity
born with no indication
this doesn't feel as simple as it should be
i cannot be penetrated i can't be bothered
i feel so dangerous i cannot be fathered
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10. |
Slow Death
00:55
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i refuse to hear you tell me
what is wrong about myself
until i can figure out what made me feel
wrong about myself
your questions make me feel so slow
i think that it's time to go
i stopped laughing
when you started laughing
i am not the joke
you wanted me to be
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11. |
Dreamboat 37
02:02
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Every single day feels like my teeth are getting kicked in
all I want in life is a girl who looks like Richard Nixon
Donate your money to a worthwhile cause
and my gums glitter under ten feet of gauze
I can walk
I am fine
there is nothing on my mind
I can walk
I am fine
there's no way I'm going blind
Every single night feels like I cannot choose my leisure
Staring at the static wondering why I haven't had a seizure
You hoity-toity bastard, give me a wink, give me a nudge
I'm trying not to lose my life to the weight of my body in fudge
I can walk
I am fine
there's no way I'm going blind
I can walk
I am fine
there is nothing on my mind
And every single day feels like my teeth are getting kicked in
All I want in life is a girl who looks like Richard Nixon
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and I know you thought this moment
this moment would last forever
I can't help being distracted
by being a little under the weather
my running to the toilet is not an insult on your part
you're too smart to assume my body is working against you
and you look beautiful but I don't want to shit my pants in public
hang me by my toenails for my crimes against good manners
i want every last mistake spread across and 8x8 banner
i deserved what I should've expected when I made the decision to leave
you'll call me boy in any instance so i'm positioned for irrational time
and you look beautiful but I don't want to shit my pants in public
you look beautiful
but I don't
"you look beautiful"
"but I don't want to"
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