1. |
Little Bit
02:16
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i see half of what you see but i still see what i am
you can hardly imagine the kind of things that i can
i've got a chip on my shoulder it's just chip-chipping away
i keep calling you over but you keep pushing to stay
our sheets fell off in the morning from moving around in the bed
you drove me into remission but i'm still fucked in the head
your middle name is confusing, is it still spelled with an 'e'?
sometimes i fail to remember why it is you'd want to choose me
it's dark in the hole under the waves and i feel the same
listen up, reach out to me, all you need's just a little bit
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2. |
Decay
02:12
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you’re always carried away
in everything you are given
I find that hard to relate
when can I see you again?
I count the hours are passing
don’t feel like pressing for change
with every taken breath
i’d like to take them with you
you’d like to take em back
it’s true
if it’s gonna happen
then just let it happen
i’ll settle on asking for the truth
what it’s worth
all that’s gold never stays
all my life is decay
decay
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3. |
Old Dog
02:14
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I look back at all of my failures
with such hatred and regret
out from the drawer I pull a notebook
where I pen down all my repents
thirsty, I grab a banquet
if you didn’t know, I would have laughed
life on the east coast is sober
comparatively to my west coast drunk past
and we both knew that could not last
I’m an old dog on a new plain
sniffing out black powder from a live grenade
destined for no fame
but at least i’ll be bringing no shame to my name
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4. |
I Don't Believe
02:44
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i don't believe in anything i cant live up to
a garden in spring where everything is made up by you
like falling in love with a velvet glove, at least to control you
but i don’t believe in anything i can’t reach out to
the desolation of our conversations
leaves a great weight on my heart
and every bit of patience
has been draining
i tried to warn you to start
i can’t stop breaking your heart
i want to tear you apart
i don't believe in anything i cant live up to
a garden in spring where everything is made up by you
like falling in love with a velvet glove, at least to control you
but i don’t believe in anything i can’t reach out to
the desperation
of this sad occasion
has everyone i’ve cut off
and i’ve been relating
to girls in other states and
you tried to warn me from start
you can’t stop breaking my heart
you want to tear me apart
i don't believe in anything i cant live up to
a garden in spring where everything is made up by you
like falling in love with a velvet glove, at least to control you
but i don’t believe in anything i can’t reach out to
reach out to
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