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at the partyhouse
02:53
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last night at the partyhouse
i saw you were watching them
when you lit your cigarette
i saw how you burned your hand
last night at the partyhouse
i saw you were watching me
when we passed around a joint
i saw how you licked your lips
don't forget what you stand for
when you're desperate for a touch
remember me
when we're at the partyhouse
it's cool we don't have to think
we'll play edward fortyhands
it's cool if you spill a bit
when we're at the partyhouse
it's cool no one has to know
we'll make out in the alleyway
it's cool if you bite a bit
don't forget what you stand for
when you're desperate for a touch
remember me
at dawn at the partyhouse
don't fall come on catch your breath
the floor is empty it's so late
don't fall out of love with him
at dawn at the partyhouse
don't fall that concrete will hurt
the floor is sticky with old beer
don't fall back in love with me
don't forget what you stand for
when you're desperate for a touch
remember me
when we quit the partyhouse
sometimes that was all we said
we don't even know those kids
sometimes i'll still miss my friends
when we quit the partyhouse
sometimes we said every time
we don't even like those kids
sometimes i'll still miss the drinks
no one cares what you stand for
when you're desperate for a touch
forget me
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ain't it an act of terror to keep the power all for yourself
ain't it criminal to be trapped in poverty and summer heat
well if history is anything to be believed
they wanna keep us blackout drunk and lightless on the street
we pose for a poorly thought out picture
as if the disbelief in our surroundings
captures a sense of unity or overcoming
chastised by a fleshed out tool of everything wrong
can you expect the show to keep going on when they darken the stage
how much more do we have left for them to steal
they can take the mics they can take the amps they can take our cash
but they can never take the power hiding in blackout nights
we pose for a poorly thought out picture
as if the disbelief in our surroundings
captures a sense of unity or overcoming
chastised by a fleshed out tool of everything wrong
bees are dying
trees are dying
child detainees are dying
we're all trying
to stop the lying
we're the power we're supplying
we're done sighing
we're done crying
let's all get our fists a-flying
let's all get our fists a-flying
let's all get our fists a-flying
we pose for a poorly thought out picture
as if the disbelief in our surroundings
captures a sense of unity or overcoming
chastised by a fleshed out tool of everything wrong
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i'm 31 years old i'm stoned and i lost my phone oh there it is
i'm hungry hungover hunty i've never felt lower
i'm broke i'm a joke and i smell like old smoke
i'm tired and i'm tired of being tired of being tired of being tired of.......
i know right where i went wrong
but the lights are out
i lost the keys to my front door
this house never felt that much like home anyway
do you ever look at a friend and know you meant what you said after too much gin
you know like those nights that don't end until 4am
or the times you fell asleep at your boyfriend's feet too wasted to turn around
or when icelandic stars came to your home bar but you were too sad to bring your guitar
i know right where i went wrong
but the lights are out
i lost the keys to my front door
this house never felt that much like home anyway
there's 7 seconds left on the crosswalk
where expensive haircuts look at me sideways
and the bridge is flashing lgbt colors
telling me there's only one place to go
sometimes timing works in your favor
i walked home from the north shore with my head in my hands and my heart on my sleeve
all the dead leaves on the ground like the words that spill out of my mouth
stolen from everything and everyone cos i got nothing to offer
and all these moldy old storefronts are still too good to be the roof over my head
i know right where i went wrong
but the lights are out
i lost the keys to my front door
this house never felt that much like home anyway
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picking scraps
04:37
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i know you know i've been picking scraps of other boys out my teeth just to get a sense of identity outside my skin, the half felt half denied sighs at closing time, the checking in and the fading out.
i know you know how many packs of cigarettes i go through, i've been sharing half with you for half a year but you don't let it disappear, you make it up. your generosity never knows its bounds.
i know you know the can't sit still can't go to bed in my blood, it's a problem for you too that you've let sink in and we've been running side by side or back to back, never not almost hand in hand.
i know you know i spend my time to find only half of what's real, the other half a state of probabilities, never in one place for long enough to settle down and make up either one of our minds.
we both know how hard it is to let it all go, we both know how hard it is not to want what you can't have.
i know you know i'm still picking scraps of you out my teeth.
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i'm trying to get better at small talk
cos i just want to talk to you
no matter what about
i'm trying to get better at breathing
cos it shouldn't be your job
to always talk me down
and i swear you know me way too well
to stick around the way you do
i'd ask you why you're still here
if i thought there was an answer
i'm trying to get better at trying
cos you deserve a warrior
and not a little wimp
i'd tell you i was brave if you wanted
but i don't want to let you down
with hope of something better
and i swear you know me way too well
to stick around the way you do
i'd ask you why you're still here
if i thought there was an answer
i would tell you all of my secrets
but i don't know where to start
so it's better if you ask
i would tell you all of my stories
but i am the antagonist
and the plots are not original
and i swear you know me way too well
to stick around the way you do
i'd ask you why you're still here
if i thought there was an answer
all i want to do is make you happy
you deserve the whole wide world
but i don't have that much to give
i have got to exorcise my demons
but my head just spins around
until i look like a tornado
and i swear you know me way too well
to stick around the way you do
i'd ask you why you're still here
if i could handle the answer
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each hangover gets a little bit less likely to be the last one
but each hangover hurts and makes me feel sure
that i don't know how long i can wake up a mess
and i'm starting to think i'm just drowning in drink
and i can't hold my breath through one more cigarette
so if this is what life is and this feels like what life is
maybe i don't want to hold on
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less like me
03:01
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came down to a message on the mirror
"yr hometown called, they're disappointed in you"
like i still have the same ideals
i had when i was 24 years old
it's hard not to feel it
when the drugs have stayed the same
you can take the trash out of the gutter
but some stains never fade
what is it like to be
someone who is less like me
we talk about what parts of us are white trash
i thought i'd be falling in love with you
i was but not for 45 more minutes
when no one else laughed at any of our jokes
that boy glowed blue and red
as he walked in like he barely knew your name
and i let you take it out on me
like you were really mad i did your dishes
what is it like to be
someone who is less like me
i feel my body slowing and i'm not surprised
i haven't been too kind
i only tried to hold back
my racing mind and overactive heart
i guess i got it wrong
because the older i get the faster it all works
hand in hand to drag me down
and keep returning me to gin and self defeat
what is it like to be
someone who is less like me
we both had off the same monday afternoon
the sun was out so we got stoned in the graveyard
and i said 'o what is it like to be someone who is less like me'
what is it like to be
someone who is less like me
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you used to take me to this record store
that isn't open anymore
because the only things that ever change
are the things you wish would stay the same
like the person i became
after three days on a train
and not the letdown down inside
you blew a year trying to coax out of their shell
for every wall you got to fall
well i built another twice as tall
and i called it in a song i wrote
a year before we ever spoke
and i guess i knew it then
i would hide away again
but i hoped if you saw hope in me
i'd believe it too and i could show myself i grew
and i'm sorry that i put on you
all the shit that i could never do for myself
like keeping the self esteem
i found on amtrak in a dream
but the person i became
after three days on a train
was just a letdown down inside
and you blew a year trying to tell me to be better
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i met a pisces and started feeling dicey
i kissed a pisces and my blood went icy
i loved a pisces and everyone who knows why
sees my bullish bullshit fade quite nicely
but you know i'm about to be a mess
cos they can express whatever's in their heart
and thirty seconds later express what's in your heart
and thirty seconds later they can make it so you don't remember
which of the hearts thought it up first
or maybe it was something they read
so give it a try they can really treat you nicely
but if you want my advice you better listen wisely
this is how to date a pisces and make it out alive
you see it's harder than you might expect
it's harder than you might expect
it's not all that bad just keep this in mind
there's bound to be some talk of their prehistoric times
they'll forget to say the past is in the past
and make it sound so rosy cosy
but they will keep it all past tense
so don't get upset when they talk about their ex
and don't get upset when they talk about their other ex
and don't get upset when they talk about yet another ex
o where did all these lovers come from
and why haven't any of them left
don't stress about if you're just another story
don't stress about if they will even remember you
don't stress about if you'll ever live up to their history
they remember every feeling they've had
and i promise they have had some for you
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life comes back to life
03:25
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i'm a setting sun
i'm a chill that fills the air
acting like i don't remember
i'm a flooding river
i'm a rockslide on a road
how can i pretend to remember
in the spring life comes back to life
get through til spring when life comes back to life
asking of myself
how badly could it go
how much farther is the fall
and i'm tired of myself
as a conversation partner
how can silence be so loud when
in the spring life comes back to life
get through til spring when life comes back to life
stuck beneath the frozen ground
a little seed is turning over
breaking free of its old boundaries
into the dirt and power
the world is ours
future flowers start to bring us back to life
darling if i could
i would become the moon
so you'd always know where to find me
coming back to earth
unavoidable
even river moss needs an anchor
in the spring life comes back to life
get through til spring when life comes back to life
in the spring life comes back to life
let me be your spring and bring you back to life
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someone once planted a seed in the ground
tended the leaves as it thrived in the sun
sang with the stretching of roots into the dirt
harvested ripe fruit and planted again
and i can't think of anyone i'd rather
bask with in the bark of those tall gardens
you're the first that comes to mind
how i choose to spend my time
the first that comes to mind
who i feel safe beside
seems like tomorrow is not a separate day
the nights disappear into afternoon haze
if you need a clear boundary well i understand
but you'll only find rest if you're seeking it out
and i can't think of anyone i'd rather
catch matching breaths with as the sun sets
you're the first that comes to mind
how i choose to spend my time
the first that comes to mind
who i feel safe beside
someone once walked to the end of the earth
they passed little houses the trees and the fields
and of all those they met as they wore their shoes out
there was one they invited for their easy conversation
and i can't think of anyone i'd rather
chit chat away with as the world ends
you're the first that comes to mind
how i choose to spend my time
the first that comes to mind
who i feel safe beside
the first that comes to mind
how i choose to spend my time
the first that comes to mind
i feel safe beside you
i feel safe beside you
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