1. |
False Alarm
04:10
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Put this away
We'll try again some other day
I know just what you're thinking and no, me too
Not much to see
Don't have another one in me
Get up and stretch and write your ideas down
Someone will want them, I'm sure
In a town called whatever, I'm better now
Always something to be over
Should you have a speech prepared, everyone says they know you here
You're either bored
Or hoping people think you are
Keep coming up with phrases, I don't have me and I'd rather be you
A sour taste you technically appreciate
There's something in the floor tiles that speak louder than you
Always right to look in
And then right if we miss it
Sounds like a plan, I'll be right there
Wasn't watching the door
If you're tired, you can't hide it so well
Just cut it out
Always something to be over
If you think you're charming when you're this upset, you'll never win
Never not moving
Turning like wheels inside wheels
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2. |
Good Timing
03:29
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We're getting better at this, living inside an errand
Is it so wrong— I wanted something to say
It was a casual day out for a change
We can bend, not break, so I heard today
Who isn't giving you things that they were put here to bring
(April rains and closing nights
And no one ever has the time to meet you in the middle
You're talking to a wall, happens to us all)
Can we save details for later
I was aware, we don't have to say it, I'm just saying
Now I know what I was standing there in search of
The perfect release, it was the perfect release
Grade-A timing, hate when this happens
Always worth a thirteenth try
And you've got this, there's no question
Like you're reading off a script
Guess we're allergic to the best ideas we've had in a while, oh no
He says you talk about them more than you ever mention liking it here, so
Living for the past, it gets so strange
Nobody understands half of the things that they say
So take the day, and we'll go find zen somewhere
Grade-A timing, hate when this happens
Always worth a thirteenth try
And you've got this, there's no question
Take the day off work
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3. |
Slot Machine
03:00
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Taking it back to the very start
A very good place to begin
She'll have the same, we were talking it out
I never told anyone, but now you know
Oh, it's easier than it looks, don't get worked up
And oh, they don't always tell the truth, It's complicated
I might know a thing or do, I'm lending you a hand
A chance to be over this, I'll leave it up to you
You don't have to yell so loudly when you're around me
Some things are less hard when you don't think about them
Don't think about them anymore
It was a night just like this one, I was looking your way
Are we looking our way
Taking it back to the very start, I didn't mean to confuse you
Anymore than I had to.
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4. |
Minute
04:14
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Nice to see you, won't you put your coat up, stay the night here
Would that be asinine, the time is only getting thinner
Better things to do than learn to be okay with it
Sad states prevented by a life that moves on stern conveyors
I said you're trying to be verbose where dumber words suffice
Sentences start, where should we end them
I said you move too fast for joy to even register
Hard ways to change, I could outrun them
Never a morning pace, I'm more attuned to burning pavement
Where's that new thing, I'm low on something
When I said I wish everyone I knew was a voice recording
That's when we sit down in the driveway and find what's important
It isn't this, it wasn't that, stop once you're counting fingers
Did I not give a damn for that long? Hope not
Maybe come up with some other words to fill excuses
Is that all there is to it, not what you wanted maybe
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5. |
Bad Acting
02:20
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Not your fault you missed the boat, just don't get left behind
Run to catch up, shoot your shot, and go
Grit your teeth at anything that doesn't suit your style
And anything that does for that matter, sure you will
All a mess, all a mess (Understood)
You're a mess at you're best (That's not good)
You keep acting up like you don't know what's coming next
Predicting the future ain't my style, but what's all this
You keep acting like someone just split your world in tenths
It didn't happen, never happened, any questions, I don't want to know
(I don't have the energy, to say what I mean, I don't have the energy)
I want you staying here with me
(Don't say what you mean, keep this interesting)
(I'll give you what you want out of me)
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6. |
King of the Bridge
03:09
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Say time will tell, it's getting old
Do we need it know, Could I do without
Cars in the lot outside your door
Talking over us, never knowing us
What are you supposed to say if there's nothing on your mind
No one told you what to do
But if water fills this room, then when we leave is up to you
If they could take you anywhere that you want to go
Would anyone stay here
From the greens of every tourist park
Come and pick me up, let's go home
I think I know just what you mean
Disconnected and amazed
Did we forget to toughen up
I guess it's for the better, I would not have it any other way
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7. |
DP
03:53
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Don't tell me that less is more
So sick of reacting on command
Razor thin, thick as a wall
They're one and the same for now
I wanna go, can we go
Somewhere only we know
It plays in us, a scene so far away
Some moving parts were steering all of us into the right median on the wrong interstate
How many attics can you hide yourself in until there are no pieces to slide under the mat to begin
Not that you know but I've been meaning to ask, how come our words run errands while we're in bed sleeping
Hard pressed to say I know what all of this is, but it fills tape lately and it's fine
Isn't much, is that enough
Don't wanna seem too into myself
You can have it if you want, everybody will be done
By the time you ever show up to collect
Can you tell if it's numb
Rich and callous, memoir title
Bygones in your bloodstream
Don't press too hard
Visible strain
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8. |
Storms
03:51
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You can take your time
Eight little minutes and you'll be alright
Hot rain onto your face on the walk home
I put my things down by the door
All my ghosts from my day inside
Danced out and waved goodbye
Sucked into a cheap fan blowing out
Commerce has its charm
You think about it in the wrong way
Stovetop units with wings
Watch a flock fly past your driveway
In the morning, we're prehistoric
Don't need directions, just take your guesses
My eyes are like this, my ears don't like it
I'll have to let them know some other day
(I want it, I saw it, I went there, I kept it)
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9. |
Tell You
04:17
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The past is getting near, my door is open
But all the numbers don't add up like they used to
I'd sit and tell you tales, but do you need them on your side
By now you know I'm full of it
I would sit and tell you exactly how I think it's gonna go
If we knew a thing about anything at all, but we don't
Oh no no, I can't look
I need you to let go of the idea
It's not realistic, just upsetting and overdone
You're still inside somewhere, just wiped out
I'm trying to tease you out so I can tell you what the waiting was for
I would sit and tell you exactly how I think it's gonna go
If we knew a thing about anything at all, but we don't
If it's a good time, how come you'd rather do it any other night
If somewhere else is better, then don't tell them that you're doing it right
Is it real for me too
Trying to tread lightly on the ground you walked a million times before
She told herself don't worry, should I give myself the time of day
Out of sight out of mind, but I still see it
I can't miss this life
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10. |
Laundry Day
06:56
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Legend has it, ends meet, we'll fit
Good days got ways, they like to wait
And I need you there, like everybody else here
Like walking in the same space
Did I tell you it was my place
If you need advice, do you really have to take mine
Repeating choruses of
Think you better wait, I don't wanna wait, what's it mean to wait, I'm not done here
You'll always have to apologize
Then you're gonna look down
Then you're gonna let down
Everybody else I guess
Waiting for the night to be free
Showing us the time it took me
Latching onto some aging dream
Saying all the shit that I mean
Waiting for the night to be free
Save you all the time it took me
To wash your clothes in some ancient stream
To warm up with you in the morning after the freeze
The more you think you know yourself the better
Nothing tame about this, just forget it
Life is loud, but don't forget the fader
Never miss a moment, energetic
When I came down just to call you
I was lead tight, heavy vacuum
And the feeling isn't sleeping
Sitting upright into daytime
And I let it when it feels right
And it's not mine to decide
Cause it feels like a show and we can't land a joke
You look great, city sucks, in the car, let's be off
Under weather unwell, and we can't even tell
You were waving me down, it's the reason I stick around
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