1. |
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I live on the edge of a cliff in a hotel room with weekly rates
Yellow walls that know my secrets
Mirrors that dwell on my mistakes
Visitors come to feel me up
drink my coffee, spend their luck
Bite my nails, chew the rinds
When knees are open close the blinds
Nobody feels anything real just Sex, Money, God, and Ugly
Get through the day
A vodka parade
Pray your way out
The clouds get eaten
Moon gets full
Brain deals cards behind the skull
Somewhere someone's underfed
Cause of something someone said
We cradle babies born to slaughter
while sipping federal toilet water
Love has taxes fees and fines
Knees are open close the blinds
Nobody feels anything real just Sex, Money, God, and Ugly
Get through the day
A vodka parade
Pray your way out
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2. |
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Skyler Blue wept all summer
For her lover who didn't seem to care
Skyler Blue wrote a letter
And warned her lover to prepare
It said take care and beware
Hell's getting hotter an heaven ain't there
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3. |
Apartment #2
04:16
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I left the newspaper on the porch
For the birds to read
And when the wind
Wandered in
I struggled back to sleep
I heard a noise
From across the room
A cobweb serenading a telegram to
The kettle in the kitchen
Who whistled “it had to be you”
Then the curtains dropped
The sofa made excuses
The secondhand stopped
I made it to the floor
Where I pined over you
I made it out the door
and moved out of apartment number two
The neighbors theorized
The lovebirds rebounded with sky
My days moved on with you gone
And I maintained rainless eyes
New branches grew
For me to perch onto
Newspaper body count
New reasons to miss you
I heard a noise
From across the room
A cobweb serenading a telegram to
The kettle in the kitchen
Who whistled “it had to be you”
Then the curtains dropped
The sofa made excuses
The secondhand stopped
I made it to the floor
Where I pined over you
I made it out the door
And moved out of apartment number two
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4. |
Full
04:44
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A picture-less frame
Hangs in an upstairs bathroom
I marinated in shame
Till Sunday afternoon
Took a shower with a stranger
Made love to my hand
Led a dog to a manger
Re-wrote the plans
Found mushrooms on the carpet
And six bobby pins
I’m not gonna give in
I am empty again
Halfway whole
Empty but soon
I’ll
feel
full
Wrote letters to loved ones
Fictitious tales
Drenched in ballpoint delusion
I devised the details
Sorry for the delay
I got the birthday card
Been busier than hell
Things are going well
Give my regards
I gained a little weight
Drained what I ate
Ran until I fell
Please don’t tell
Back on feet again
Learn to eat again
I’m empty until then
I’m empty until then
I’m empty again
Halfway whole
Empty but soon
I’ll
feel
full
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5. |
Eggs and Bacon
03:35
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I feel like a bird
Trapped in a cage
I feel unwelcome here
I feel estranged
I feel I’ll always be
In the corner of a room
With many things between us
Obstructing your view
I feel
Like I’ll never really have you
I feel like a side dish
I’m poisoning your plate
she’s your eggs and bacon
She’s your chocolate cake
She is the force
Behind everything you do
No,
I never really had you
And it’s only a matter of time
Before she returns
And I quietly resign
And it seems futile
But for you I’ll delay the inevitable
I feel like a side dish
Hell
I’m poisoning your plate
She’s your eggs and bacon
baby
She’s your chocolate cake
She is the force behind everything you do
No,
I’ll never really have you
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6. |
Temporary Help
03:08
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You lay your hands on me
You bore my backbone
With your claws
You reassure me
Of your goodness
Then you
Camoflauge your flaws
You make me weep
You make me boil
You leave my love on the counter to spoil
If you really, really want to keep me,
Stop pushing me around
I don’t need nobody
I gots myself
Like a self-proclaimed acrobat
Swinging through your hell
Sometimes I guess I could use
Temporary help
This time I could use temporary help
You’re far from a blessing
And you’re worse than a curse
I confused a smooth love-boat ride
With a broke down hurse
(I said)
You make me weep
(And yeah)
You make me boil
You leave my love
You leave it on the counter
On the counter to spoil
No,
I don’t need nobody
I gots myself
Like a self-proclaimed acrobat
Swinging through your hell
Sometimes I guess I could use
Temporary help
This time I could use temporary help
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7. |
Ruminate
03:40
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The weatherman predicts rain all week
And that seems fitting
Since you and I no longer speak
The water floods my window
With a lack of concern for the air-conditioner
I’ll wait till winter to return
And I don’t miss you
Like I used to
I only ruminate when there’s nothing better to do
I’ve got your nine inch nails tee-shirt
Folded and washed next to my bed
I’ve got a can of cambells chicken noodle
Paper-weighting a list of all the hurtful things you’ve said
I’ve got so much left of you to sort through and dispose
I wish you’d just let me
Let me let you go
Do you have a raincoat
To keep your conscious dry?
Do you have a woman
To keep your temper mollified?
Do you miss me like you claim?
Have you transcended all the blame?
Have you renewed your faith,
Have you renewed your faith,
Have you renewed your faith in us?
Cause I’ve renewed my rancor, my lonesome, and mistrust
And I don’t miss you
Like I used to
I only ruminate when there’s nothing better to do
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8. |
Fucked
09:45
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Once upon a time I built a house of guilt
Surrounded by flowers prone to wilting
And once I learned not to return
I grew a new one not concerning you
Baby
I love you and you love me
It’s only in our nature to disagree
If we advance and take the chance
Our love could bloom into a doomed romance
Cause this ain’t love
It’s fucking crazy
This ain’t love
It’s just fucked up
No this ain’t love,
It’s fucking crazy
This ain’t love
It’s just fucked up
We’re barreling down a risky road
Every tiff turns into an ugly episode
I’ve been rundown, I fell unwell
It ain’t the common cold
It ain’t a little spell
No, this ain’t love
It’s fucking crazy
This ain’t love
It’s just fucked up
No this ain’t love,
It’s fucking crazy
This ain’t love
It’s just fucked up
Once upon a time I built a grave for love
A sanctum wholly devoid of the hopefulness
I used to feel
Fore’ indetermination lost all it’s appeal
Baby this ain’t love
It’s fucking crazy
This ain’t love
It’s just fucked up
No this ain’t love,
It’s fucking crazy
This ain’t love
It’s just fucked up
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