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Cigarettiquette in F
04:20
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Well, I wished I could make you feel special with your wet cheeks on my shirt.
It’s about time we got away from the rebels and the dirt, isn’t it?
Because we all know a wet cigarette doesn’t taste as good,
And a spark in the dark can’t light up the whole room,
So let’s start a fire.
I wished I could hold you every day for the last few months at least.
It’s already been so long and who knows when the next time will be?
Because the rain has subsided and a dry spell’s on the way.
We may feel stagnant but we’re not here to stay.
Let’s get this show on the road.
Well, our second summer’s almost gone and I still remember what it’s like to be burned.
You still sit in my thoughts even after all I’ve done and all I’ve learned.
Because I can’t say I’ve tried my hardest but I’m trying nonetheless.
I don’t have my usual vices to fend off all the stress.
Because we all know a wet cigarette doesn’t taste as good,
And a spark in the dark can’t light up the whole room,
So let’s start a fire.
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2. |
Moving Out and Back
03:07
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So there was an agreement made.
One went north and one southwest.
We thought the Rose City would welcome us,
And we could pick up where we left,
And maybe a little better.
Then came boredom and financial strain.
It wasn’t good enough for either one.
We both agreed it was for the best
To call it off and call it done.
It was mutual, but not satisfying.
It was a good thing I was so high.
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3. |
Good One
02:54
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Well I see there that you got rid of a bunch of clothes.
Does that mean you’ve got room for more?
Because I suppose I could accompany you to the store.
I wouldn’t consider it a chore,
Because everything I do with you is fun
And that’s why I think that you’re a good one.
And I don’t care
If it rains all day, that’d be just fine.
Your eyes don’t need the sun to shine.
And in those eyes I see you think I make light too.
I hope you’re right and that it’s true.
You make me feel like I can still be young
And that’s why I think that you’re a good one.
Cause everything I do with you is fun.
You make me feel like I can still be young.
You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever done,
And that’s why I think that you’re a good one.
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4. |
Silent Agreement
03:43
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When I arrive she’s already slurring,
More than ten tallies on the top of her arm.
But then she smiles and holds my hands on occasion,
And I can’t stay too angry with those eyes.
And isn’t it funny how the good outweighs such heavy destruction,
Like when you ask me who I am?
And isn’t it strange how I’ve seen you so wasted you can barely function,
But I still want to be your man?
When she arrives, of course she doesn’t
Alert me to her presence in the least.
So nonetheless I rush to keep up with her,
And in time examine those gentle slopes.
And isn’t it funny how the good outweighs insecurity’s oppression,
As in our silent agreement to kiss?
And isn’t it strange how you always turn out the lights despite how,
The sun will reveal your face again?
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5. |
Beechwood Song
02:38
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It shouldn’t be so much work right off the bat, don’t you think?
We should have some sort of chemistry without the aid of beer and weed, don’t you think?
Because it’s become such a challenge to feign interest
When you think that bro bar downtown is the best.
I couldn’t see what brought you back to that place day after day,
But the man behind the bar’s your friend and he hooks you up.
You never pay, day after day.
And it’s become so hard to want to keep up this dance.
If I don’t have free drinks for days I don’t have a chance.
And maybe I’m too cynical but I think that you should get a life,
cause that’s no life.
Living with your parents and getting fucked up won’t help you grow, and I should know.
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Aquaself
02:05
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The bruise is still throbbing from where you didn’t even bite me hard.
It was a good time.
A rollercoaster ride that leveled out.
You thought I dissed your friend.
I don’t remember, but it sounds like me,
To say the wrong thing at some important moment to a girl.
I refreshed your memory of how things went down,
And you told me too.
Someone must have paid your tab,
But you know it sure wasn’t you.
And your bed is comfortable,
But you like to keep the window open,
And it gets so cold,
And to hold you is not enough to keep me warm.
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Where do I draw the line on my love
when you speak of partnership but say you can’t commit
And you can’t decide if I’m worth your time,
Where do I draw the line?
Where do I draw the line on my love
When your self-care means isolation,
When you’re at home but your work’s never done,
And your gifts are flowers, accusations, and peace signs,
Where do I draw the line?
Where do I draw the line on my love
When you don’t follow through and you can’t see
How the only thing you don’t give importance is me
And you only want me after cocktails or wine,
Where do I draw the line?
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9. |
Moving On and Up
02:32
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So I’ve arrived home
And I’m still alone in a sense
But it’s nothing so bad
As going mad and bitter at how things went.
If my mom’s psychic was right
My struggle’s end’s in sight, just three years
It’s long enough I guess,
But it’s not the best thing to count on.
Maybe it’s not enough to love and be loved,
But I have a feeling that I’m equipped to rise above that fear.
Maybe it is enough to be good and build a home with those you hold dear.
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