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Euphoria
04:20
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the nights were young once too like you
playground slides slid to our room
the light we saw felt miles away
the concept of a memory
a bit like passing harmony
the clock hands rested
the skin that once was smooth as butter
now just tears on the cheeks of mother
the bittersweet redundancy of hope
and i know how much i'd never want to know
you keep your windows open wide to let the monsters in at night
cause under the bed is too dark now to see a thing
the sheltered flowers bloom into gardens stunted by the roof
but it's snowing out anyway
and you bathe in the euphoria
and that's more than most can say
i'm sorry if it's old to you
but it's all i'm gonna say
you bathe in the euphoria
that's more than most can say
you fade into euphoria
that's more than most can say
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2. |
Your Portrait
03:28
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yeah i know
how many times do i gotta say it?
i don't
we burned slow through the winter
and after it got old
i'm undone
i'm sliding out of my covers into the sun
where you looking now?
i can see past the crooks of your teeth
and your lips are cracked
you're just a habit
a rotting out lung
nothing but an idea
you never hit my tongue
there's nowhere i'd rather be
than lost in my head
drowning out your dead voice
and singing out instead
i'm gonna paint you a portrait
i'm gonna paint your portrait
my memory's no good anymore
but that's alright
because i still know you just as well as before
you're my souvenir
with faded running colors
and old broken ceramic
cutting my hands and making me bleed
and i got this fucked up song from it
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3. |
Bleeder
02:31
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when my body feeds the earth
and my hand sticks out the dirt
i'll be waiting there for yours
with the fish and the birds
like a rivalry was
remember being in love?
until we ran out the drugs
and fell asleep in our blood
i'm just a bleeder staying in the lines
strung out and gorgeous, combatting your knife
i'm just a bleeder but my line is running flat
hung out for no one so come bring me back
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4. |
People Floating
03:31
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he don't know what to write
she's a dream, she's staying overnight
and they're stoned, getting high
but the view ain't nothing in her eyes
in a cut, small town
lift his eyes to see her running round
and it's sharp, yeah, her shape
makes the young man quiver in a constant state of
don't you know the mountain is that way?
with all the people floating miles and miles away
could never see you from this place
could always hear your voice reach out and say
just put me away
she don't care if he's bright
he's a winner in his bones
his mother raised him right
working his whole life
says his father's just a bum and no goddamned friend of mine
in the sky they found it
nothing but gold and the weight of the mountain
and when she turned to him
with the gleaming of her eyes and a voice so thin said
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5. |
Hospital Bed
04:16
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they dried up the river
i passed it while i was home last spring
mom made us dinner and dad in the flicker of the screen
i went to the mountain again where i've seen so many things
that girl is wise i mean god damn she must know everything
and she asked me
do you think you'll be lonely in the end?
i hope i'm not lonely in the end
i'm not afraid of losing you
i don't think i ever really was
like five years ago in your hospital bed
before i was sure about love
they cut down the tree in the backyard
we never got to climb
a bag full of rocks and your tooth in a box
take your time
under a soft glow you followed them into the dark
i stayed on land where my body was safe from the shark
and she asked me
do you think you'll be lonely in the end?
i hope i'm not lonely in the end
i'm not afraid of losing you
i don't think i ever really was
like five years ago in your hospital bed
before i was sure about love
and you asked me
don't you wanna grow up?
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6. |
Pockets
02:40
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everyone here's got black lungs
makes them die slow
sitting on a step with my back wrung
writing your poem (right in your palm)
i walk with my hands in my pockets now
playing with change
i'm the offspring the youth and the copycat
and i'm making my way
we were born a few months ago
out there in san francisco
always hate where i am and i
sit where i stand and i
think til my eyes start to close
and i sleep til i start to grow old
everyone here's got black lungs
makes them feel better
sitting on a step with my back wrung
writing your letter
i walk with my hands in my pockets now
i still strut the same
or a sat down boy with some running shoes
who can't tie the lace
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7. |
Someone New
04:15
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calloused fingers touch the raindrops on the windowsill
thanks for nothing haunts my head again like something real
box of letters stained with love, found them crushed or folded
i know now it was the words you wrote that make it golden
all my patience
the things i waited through
let myself turn to a ghost
and into someone new
all my patience
the things we made it through
let myself turn to a ghost
and into someone new
angel in the house of fog, you look like solitude
older than me by a few, a useless interlude
got poetic for a night and talked about what's sacred
drank like way too much and left the words untranslated
all my patience
the things i waited through
let myself turn to a ghost
and into someone new
all my patience
the things we made it through
let myself turn to a ghost
and into someone new
all my patience
the things i waited through
let myself turn to a ghost
waiting there for you
all my patience
a dark and hazy hue
let myself turn to a ghost
i'm waiting there for you
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8. |
Look Away
03:15
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i say you say
rain come another day
because i know you like you know me
we'll be the same eventually
i'll learn your name eventually
we'll turn the page eventually
we'll both change eventually
you couldn't find me
mind or body
i wasn't hidden
you're just bad at looking
save me
i'm not looking
can't hold on
look away
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9. |
July of '15
03:35
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with frank playing loud in your car
the trunk full as our morning coffee
sunken eyes swell then depart
too hazy to want you to stop me
i found your old membership card
buried beneath old belongings
you always pressed your pen in too hard
july of '15 watched you draw me
the air's not the same when your voice is spoken through it
my song's not as good unless your lips are moving to it
when he doesn't say nothing it's cause you're everything to him
drinking and talking the past
brightened the glare in your eye
even though i'm happy where i'm at
it's just so much colder here in nyc
the hardwood floors keep me warm
but it's nothing like being with you
the heart in your voice vs. the storm
through the window you enter my room
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10. |
Without a Note
02:32
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i don't wanna die under thirty five
but i don't wanna live too long
with my open mind and my ample size
and my early twenties charm
with the smell of the city and the feel of home
with a love like yours and a breath of smoke
i don't wanna wait for yesterday
i feel the new water in every wave
i'm a young man with my younger thoughts
i've been swimming as close as i can to the rocks
but my arms are sore and my lungs are full
i'm a tired man and i'm getting old
all my luck (love) and all my friends are gone without a note
so i pack my shit tight
pull my bootstraps
hit the road
and never look back
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11. |
Andrew Says
05:19
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andrew says he's okay with being just okay
i guess i'm okay too
i met her family out in italy
we were picking leaves
the summer breeze was hidden in the trees
was never seen
we fill ourselves with wine and cheese
you oversleep, i talk to me
i bring disposables with me
the flash goes off and you can't see
i never even got them developed at my local cvs
eleven bucks was way too much i guess
if i could do it all again i would
i think you just misunderstood
if i could lose it all again i would
i think i just misunderstood
my father says his knees are aching more and more with every day
he says he's still okay and tells me to be the same
i saw her briefly back in may
the half blue sky and stafford lake
i showed some songs, said my mistake
i had a dream the other night in which i turned off my headlights
i spun right out and drove right off a cliff and woke up before i died
it's kind of strange to see your life flash before your eyes
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Renny Conti Brooklyn, New York
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