1. |
Poppy
02:11
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if not forever for a moment
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2. |
Reckless
03:35
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your hazel eyes
i bet you get away with murder
in the third degree like the burns you
gave me when i tried to let you in my heart
our love was reckless
like a charger down the 60 freeway
take the offramp, hit a few civilians
make it home and try to drink it all away
away
its all your fault
least that's what i thought
somewhere to place the blame
feels good to think that way
you had me by your
fingertips. they point straight down
to the bottom
looking out from the bottom
raised right by mom and dad
now i'm looking back through that photo stack
of broken glass and rings in a sewer
bloody sleeves stain the future
well
your hazel eyes
made me realize
that maybe i'm the one that's reckless
yeah
it's all your fault
least that's how it felt
somewhere to place the blame
yeah
not safe to think that way
cuz its
just reckless
yeah
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3. |
Other
03:25
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other
always told me
'you got a pretty face stop frownin'
but you shattered all that i needed
sometimes you pick up what is left and carry it forever
but i can see it now that i'm riding with the good crowd
i can't regret those parts of me
running through the streets
7th heaven was playing on the television set
i'm fighting heavy set champion
'cuz i'm carrying that weight
other
i'm just the other, just the
other
devil child, black sheep
the made up things, they made me
sober or on a bender
clawing through a emotions never made no difference
believe me
fighting is normal
sometimes you pick up what is left and carry it forever
but i can see it now that i'm riding with the good crowd
backwards thinking for the kids
served with toast and eggs
so why am i the devil for burning down the picket fence
when i'm just trying to run from the problems that you
served up on my plate
other
i'm just the other, just the
other
devil child, black sheep
the made up things, they made me
the made up things, they made me
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4. |
Armchair
04:55
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i've had too much to drink
i think that's why i'm handcuffed to this armchair
get out of my room
it's all inside your head
how can it be?
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
such a goddamned waste of
time and time again
i try to run but i'm just
handcuffed to this armchair
following your rules
it's all inside your head
how can it be?
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
get out of my room
it's a nice walk home
i got my shoelace in a bag
'cuz i'm the dangerous one
i got my shoelace in a bag
march into the office to argue that i'm okay
'cuz last i checked, a concrete bed
won't turn me to you
it's one thing to call me crazy
but it's just weird,
you're the one that raised me
i question what i see in front of me
i've had some time to think
i think thats why i'm handcuffed to this armchair
get out of my room
it's all inside your head
how can it be?
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
such a goddamn waste of
time and time again
i try to run but i'm just
handcuffed to this armchair
following your rules
it's all inside your head
how can it be?
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
i'll bite your hand
you don't feed me
you don't feed me
when i kissed the floor
i tasted blood
i knew i had too much to drink
i think that's why i'm handcuffed to this armchair
get out of my room
it's all inside your head
how can it be?
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
such a goddamned waste of
time and time again they think i'm unaware
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
following your rules
it's all inside your head
how can it be?
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
i'm handcuffed to this armchair
get out of my room
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5. |
Descenda
03:30
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the stars are out
that i can't see
who's blowing on the haze on the city?
like heavy fog
agree and nod
the conversations drag for way too long
it's 4 am
can you go home?
morning's close
i don't wanna be alone
put up a fight
look at you
look at me
one for each
so i could make it through the drive
we're descending
hold her hair back
i'm not sleepy
well then, we gotta get it
run down 1st street
my eyesight's blurry
who's turn is it?
well then, we gotta get
where's my keys at?
and why's this door locked?
who's this rando?
well then, we gotta get it
the city is burning
so hold my hair back
we're descending now
we're coming down
sauce
we're coming down
we're descending
hold my hair back
we're not sleepy
well then, we gotta get it
run down 1st street
my eyesight's blurry
who's turn is it?
well then, we gotta get it
we're not done
we're just descending
keep it going
'cuz the world is ending
hit her up
i wanna see
the stars
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6. |
2 Cigs
02:24
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have two cigarettes
shed another tear
have two cigarettes
get me out of here
have two cigarettes
shed another tear
other fears, peers, beers, cheers
have two cigarettes
shed another tear
have two cigarettes
get me out of here
have two cigarettes
shave a couple years
off the fears, peers, beers, cheers
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7. |
Pick At Your Face
04:29
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it's been 3 whole days since i've slept
the sidewalk twists and turns
the subs from the truck wake the neighborhood up
but the buzz warms up my bed
dreams or real life?
i can't decide what i like
the time is running either way
the flies got in the house
i hear them making the rounds
and they go something like this
gotta work, gotta serve, gotta commit to the curse
a thought would only get in the way
everything's a joke but the bear has been poked
leave your pack on
we're playing dead again
it doesn't matter climb the ladder in your sunday's best
the city's got a sermon for you
but wait hold on
i'm not ready to exist in this setting
i gotta run it by my bathroom mirror
and it's telling me:
whoa
let me let me
let me pick at your face
(let me at 'em
let me pick at your face)
i see the blemish and the bags and recollections at hand
you gotta
let me pick at your face
i got a bone to pick with your face
later
feeling heavy like a levee in my broke down chevy
i barely made it up the hill
there's no time for tired, let's defrost with a lighter
take the world on we're feeling alive again
it doesn't matter like the latter, everyday is the same
the time is running either way
got the keys in the ignition
we could bust through our mission
and drive away from our aches and pains
weekends last forever when you make it out that way
whoa
let me let me
let me pick at your face
(let me at 'em
let me pick at your face)
i see the blemish and the bags and recollections at hand
you gotta
let me pick at your face
i got a bone to pick with your face
so we could cover up the aches and pains
it's been three whole days
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8. |
Crack Of Your Jaw
04:07
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the sun is fading
like my eyes are vacant
it's all forced on us
so we act complacent
and our time is silent
but i hear the sirens
and if you don't listen
you're gunna hear it from the crack of your jaw
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
saturn roars
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
and nothing's real
but the things you're feeling
and we're all a bad man
with some demons beside ourselves
they say 'i got all the reasons you should listen to me
you think you got it figured out
you think you got your routine yeah?'
if you don't listen
you're gunna hear it from the crack of your jaw
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
saturn roars
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
you think you got it figured out?
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
saturn roars
coming for you
hot shit you better run
coming for you
you think you got it figured out?
coming for you
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9. |
Whiplash
04:21
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it's been sometime with this hole deep in my heart
cross my arms and hunch so no one reaches through
then there's you
i rest my head on the pretty songs you sing
and it's okay if you have no interest in me
but you light the cage of butterflies
watch you be and flutter by
set them wild and free
i hope you don't mind me staring
i could listen to you all day breaks
just like my spinal cord
i guess you make me feel that whiplash
i hope you don't mind me staring
i could listen to you all day breaks
just like my spinal cord
i guess you make me feel that whiplash
who knew someone so soft could knock some sense in me
with you a couple of hours of sleep can whip me into shape
posture's straight
i rest my head on the pretty things you draw
let me flip through your book
let me see the story that we're on
yeah
so you turn the page
it's not over yet
yeah you turn the page
it's not over yet
so you turn the page
it's not over yet
then there's a blank page
fill out your blank page
i hope you don't mind me staring
i could listen to you all day breaks
just like my spinal cord
i guess you make me feel that whiplash
i hope you don't mind me staring
i could listen to you all day breaks
just like my spinal cord, well
you make me feel that whiplash
so thank you
so thank you
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10. |
Pack It Up
02:50
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we're born and we're thrown into the lion's den
hold us ransom by our throats just for nothing
what a joke
i have a lot to say and even more to think about
it's like i'm being singled out
'cuz i just cant stop spilling out
i try to throw it all away
these days i pack it up and swing it back behind my head
i guess i carry a heavy stash
serves me right for thinking i could pick up everybody's trash
i can't move forward and can't go back
the world keep spinning while we're dragging
she's just picking up our slack
it's getting dirty
my hands are charred
the water basin's empty
i can't even make it out that far
make it empty and fill it again
we're born and we're thrown into the lion's den
and light a match to take it's place
just to let go of the rubble
watch it burn to flames
maybe to see the pain
and everything i've done wrong
to watch it burn to flames
'cuz it's too late to
too late to go back
so we just pack it up and
hold on to the trash
i've had it
i've had it
wrong for so long
held me for ransom
burn it down
spill it out
i've had it
i've had it wrong
burn it down
spill it out
i've had it wrong
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