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I'm missing your bed
I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, And this bottle of beast Is taking me home [1.] I'm cuddling close To blankets and sheets But you're not alone, and you're not discreet Make sure I know who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again There's not a word that I comprehend, Except when you signed it "I will love you always and forever." [2.] Well As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs And sit alone and wonder How you're making out But as for me, I wish that I were anywhere with anyone Making out. I'm missing your laugh How did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending. [1.] I am alone In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have speak, and This bottle of beast is taking me home. [2.] Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities And taking its wear. [Repeat Four times] |
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| 2. |
| 3:02 |
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On the way home,
this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling tired & exposed. You've been asking me to bleed. It seems these kinds of questions They come too easy to you now. Your lack of shame comes naturally. I should not be suprised. I should have seen it sooner. You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong. While you're inciting others. You're owning up to nothing and I wish that I was gone, because you're not going anywhere. This damp air is fighting my defroster. My sighs they ring victorious & fog this tinted glass. It's clouded & so is my head. The hint of these new tears are sharp. I try to hold them back. But it's useless. I am useless against them. They are beating me with ease. On the way home this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. |
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| 3. |
| 3:41 |
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I'm always assuming the worst,
but you're going on none the less & there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home. And there's something to cushion my callous sighs. And I know that you hope for longer good-byes embracing for forever and falling in your eyes. Pouring over photographs. I'm living in your letters. Breathe deeply from this envelope it smells like you & I can't be without that scent. It's filling me with all you mean to me. Continually failing these trials but you stand by me nonetheless & you won't let me sink though I'm beggin you. Phone calls from further away & messages on my machine, but I don't ever tell you this distance seems terrible. There is no need to test my heart, with useless space. These roads go on forever & so do you and I. So I'll hit the pavement it's gotta be better than waiting & pushing you far away cause I'm scared. So I'll take my chances & head on my way up there. Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten. |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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Sleep with all the lights on.
You're not so happy. You're not secure. You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone. You're just like everyone. And that face you paint is pressed impressing most of us as permanent and I'd like to see you undone. College night will draw the crowds. Dorms unload & your heading out. Here is your moment to shine. Making up a history. It's nothing from the life you lead but man, will they buy all your lines. Sleep with all the sheets off bearing your mattress bearing your soul. And you're dying to look smooth with your tattoos but you're searching just like everyone could be anyone. And the friends that you have are the best impressing most of us as permanent and I'd like to see you undone. Youth's the most unfaithful mistress. Still we forge ahead to miss her. Rushing our moment to shine. Making up a history, It's nothing from the life you lead but man will they buy all your lines. We're not twenty-one, but the sooner we are, the sooner the fun will begin, so get out your fake eyelashes, and fake i.d's, & real disasters ensue, it's cool to take these chances. It's cool to fake romances & grow up fast. |
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| 5. |
| 3:20 |
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This paint has been tasting of lead
& their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, & it is not alone fleeing these walls. Well sooner of later this cold it's gonna break & our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now. And sooner or later this cold it's gonna break & our words will be heard again, but all I want are vows of silence now. This turpentine chaser's got kick & the rag that it's soaked in is rich. The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning & as soon as I'm done I am gone. The frightening facts we've been facing our backs for so long now are begging for eyes to bear witness to lies & indifference. Now we're saying aloud the things we've declared in our silence. The new coats of paint will not reaquaint broken hearts to broken homes. |
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| 6. |
| 3:41 |
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It is yet to be determined,
but the air is thick, & my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, & I'm glad you're not a part of this, there are parts of me that will be missed. And the phone is always dead to me, so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping & it feels like it is colder than it ought to be in March & I still have a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home, into your arms again. And the people here are asking after you. It doesn't make it easier. It doeasn't make it easier to be away. I'd like to hire a plane. I'd see you in the morning, when the day is fresh. I'm coming home again. It's warmer where you're waiting. It feels more like July. Ther's pillows in their cases & one of those is mine. And you wrote the words I love you, & sprayed it with perfume. It is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room. It is warmer where you're waiting It feels more like July. |
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| 7. |
| 2:22 |
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So long sweet summer,
I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away. Hey thanks, thanks for that summer. It is cold where your going I hope that your heart is always warm. I gave you the best that I had. You pased on my letters & passed on the best that I had. I hate the winter in Lexington. |
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| 8. |
| 2:24 |
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So quiet
another wasted night, the television steals the conversation exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if it's more than that I feeel that I might break out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed casue I can't read your rolling eyes out of touch, are we out of time? Close lipped another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion, your grip another time, is slack it leaves me feeling empty. I'll wait until tomorrow maybe you'll feel better then maybe we'll be better then so what's another day when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you this mood of yours is temporary it seems worth the wait to see your smile again out of the corner of your eye wont be the only way you'll look at me then. |
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| 9. |
| 5:12 |
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It's just like you to contest
you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your charm & in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is is you need? Is it within me? It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped in you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you. The harder I push the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always be wrong Try not to be wrong. |
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| 10. |
| 2:54 |
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When I'm back from the road
And you're out on it And I'm tired of this distance And I believe it's over It's overrated And this phone tag game is endless The novelty is wearing I'm hoping time will pass Without any assistance or convincing Road rules apply There's so much action You're getting busy So I'll call your cellular phone To tell you TV night was Lonely without you And so am I So am I It seems our day keeps falling on a leap year So many high points on this last leg I can't wait to recount them It seems like nothing's happened Until I've shared them with you And the note that you have called Says that you're half a day away And you are heading home Just in time for me For me To leave And road rules apply There's so much action I'm getting busy So make sure that I'm up to date on TV night I hate to miss out I think I miss you most On Wednesdays and Saturdays Seems our day keeps falling on a leap year |
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| 11. |
| 2:07 |
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She had a history of killing herself
I had a habit of dying I think she gave me something to live for I guess I helped her pass the time And I had a vision of seeing things straight She had the heart of a liar I never saw her leave me once She never felt me beside her It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me She had a history of killing herself I had a habit of dying I think she gave me something to live for I guess I helped her pass her time And I had a vision of seeing things straight She had the heart of a liar I never saw her leaving me once She never felt me beside her It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me |
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| 12. |
| 5:38 |
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This is a forgery
This is a forgery Every single word is plagiarized Copied twice and thrice inscribed This is a forgery There is a path, and to get where it's leading You gotta be sharp, and never bend easy This is an enemy This is an enemy Compliments and chemistry Cavalier and so charming This isn't everything This isn't everything I had a fit You had a feeling There was a path, and to get where it's leading You had to be shot, you couldn't swerve side to side I was a razor, and you were a straight line This is a travesty This is a travesty Every sentiment has been contrived Palatable and so refined The sugar sweet to appetite I had a fit You had a feeling There was a path, and to get where it's leading You had to be shot, you couldn't swerve side to side I was a razor, and you were a straight line This is a forgery This is a forgery Every single word is plagiarized Copied twice and thrice inscribed This is a forgery And we were looking at the sun shining bright But it was casket black, so we would search all night |
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| 4:03 | 
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