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Me/Yours
04:34
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Hell yeah, I know it’s inappropriate
My teacher said I’d go to hell for this
I don’t know how I ended up
So damn promiscuous
But I’ll promise you this
I won’t bite my tongue if you say so
I will show you mine if you show me yours
I will bear it all, if you will just call
Me yours
Me yours
Me yours
I always pretend I’m so mysterious
Fuck dude, I swear it’s not that serious
I don’t know how to communicate what I feel
On the off-chance it’s not real
Why do I have to look away from you?
Knots in my stomach that I can’t undo
You didn’t know, but the whole damn show
I only looked at you
I won’t bite my tongue if you say so
I will show you mine if you show me yours
I will bear it all, if you will just call
Me yours
Me yours
Me yours
I won’t say that I’m not fucked up
I don’t think I’m a bad person
I don’t pray, but I make wishes
I was forced to fake religion too young
I won’t say that I’m not fucked up
I don’t think I’m a bad person
I don’t pray, but I make wishes
I was forced to fake religion too young
But
I won’t bite my tongue if you say so
I will show you mine if you show me yours
I will bear it all, if you will just call
Me yours
Me yours
Me yours
I won’t bite my tongue if you say so
I will show you mine if you show me yours
I will bear it all, if you will just call
Me yours
Me yours
Me yours
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2. |
Sunshine
03:55
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Sunshine on my face
Haven’t lost my mind in days
Want to be anywhere but here
No one knows, so no one has to care
Circling the drain
Try to solve it all with weed
Never could keep down a beer
But isolation almost drove me there
Darkening these days of mine
When all I do is hide
Where is my sunshine?
Where is my sunshine?
Sunshine in my veins
Haven’t broken down in days
Been all alone without feeling lonesome
Far too long
Too long
Darkening these days of mine
When all I do is hide
Where is my sunshine?
Where is my sunshine?
Darkness can’t hide the pain
Of watching yourself go insane
Sunshine exposes what’s true
Sunshine will make me brand new
Darkening these days of mine
When all I do is hide
Where is my sunshine?
Where is my sunshine?
Where is my sunshine?
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3. |
Fakebook
03:37
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I won’t lick this clean for you
Won’t absolve the guilt that fills up your shoes
You deserve to feel the heaviness too
I won’t buy the story you sell
Blowing out steam into the cover on the bell
And I think you know damn well
What you did to me
Feeling dazed so I play with the ring on my finger
I repeat the phrase and sit and let it linger:
“Deep down I know I’m not angry at you,
But it doesn’t really help when you play me like a tune.”
Just another fuckin’ chart in your fakebook
Pretend you know exactly what mistakes look like
Easy for you to say, I’m just the chord you play
In between the verse and the chorus.
You swear it meant nothing when you met me
That day in the forest
I hate the way I let you make me your fool
But I guess it’s okay
‘Cause I’m so goddamn cool
Yeah, I guess it’s okay because I’m cooler than you
And I don’t wanna be another fuckin’ fakebook tune
I won’t tell you secrets no more
Privileges revoked when you settled the score
And I think you’re giving off sore vibes to me
I won’t give you all that I grab
Weaving in and out of feeling stupid and sad
And I think you know exactly the effect you'll have
Feeling dazed so I play with the ring on my finger
I repeat the phrase and sit and let it linger:
“Deep down I know I’m not angry at you,
But it doesn’t really help when you play me like a tune.”
Just another fuckin’ chart in your fakebook
Pretend you know exactly what mistakes look like
Easy for you to say, I’m just the chord you play
In between the verse and the chorus.
You swear it meant nothing when you met me
That day in the forest
I hate the way I let you make me your fool
But I guess it’s okay
‘Cause I’m so goddamn cool
Yeah, I guess it’s okay because I’m cooler than you
And I don’t wanna be another fuckin’ fakebook tune
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4. |
Monster
04:01
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Stand across the damn room from you
I’m afraid that you might win
‘Cause I know I’ll get too close to you
If you really let me in
I’m a monster in disguise
I’ll trap you in my thighs
And never let you in my home again
I’m too soft in my heart
I’ll let you tear me apart
And claim it’s all I wanted in the end
Clutch receipts inside my empty hands
Wishing that yours was intertwined
Stacking books upon my spinning head
Fake my strength and swiftly fall behind
I’m a monster in disguise
I’ll trap you in my thighs
And never let you in my home again
I’m too soft in my heart
I’ll let you tear me apart
And claim it’s all I wanted in the end
I’m a monster in disguise
I’ll trap you in my thighs
And never let you in my home again
I’m too soft in my heart
I’ll let you tear me apart
And claim it’s all I wanted in the end
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Malapropism
04:32
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It might appear that I am losing my shit
But I’m getting better even if you don’t see it
Swirling walls in a stranger’s apartment
But they live real close so I can make a break for it
I’m temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
Drowning words with over-emphasis
A fear of malapropism clouding my senses
Horribly afraid that I’m sounding pretentious
I can barely make it to the end of the sentence
I hate how the wound can stay so raw
Even if it’s hidden, bits of lemon can make it burn
My false movements are governed by another
Feel the pressure as they cling to the arm of their lover
I’m temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
Drowning words with over-emphasis
A fear of malapropism clouding my senses
Horribly afraid that I’m sounding pretentious
I can barely make it to the end of the sentence
Got so sick of the chicken-scratch letters
Suddenly felt inclined to do better
Other ladies on your screen
And your heart growing mean
And your lungs' turning green
So I fled from the scene
I’m temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
I’m temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
Drowning words with over-emphasis
A fear of malapropism clouding my senses
Horribly afraid that I’m sounding pretentious
I can barely make it to the end of the sentence
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