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Well don't I look like someone
You could settle for sometime
In your mid-to-late twenties?
Live our American dream
Under the boot of the bourgeoisie
See the suburb-barbaric gleam
Streets lit by LCD screens
You'll sneak a cig on a run
I'll have a drinking problem
'Cause everyone's alive for no reason
Except to grow old and hate the next generation
Destined for senior discounts on one dollar coffee
And the fear of dying alone
I hope the next generation of children
Grows up with hoverboards & teleportation
So I can hear the new Bill O'Reilly talk about the 90's
And how hard we had it back then
We make love bi-annually
But aren't we so fortunate to be so boring?
And we don't even stay up too late
(Work in the morning)
Thinking of a podcast while her O face is fake
Woke up but still barely awake
Working for the weekend, forgot to live today
Do you want to know what I think?
(Why would you want to?)
It's not the weight I mind, but the dead horse's stink
Honey
It's never gonna feel like the old days again
It's never gonna feel like
It's never gonna feel like the old days again, is it?
We're never gonna feel like
It's never gonna be like the old days again
It's never gonna be like the old days
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2. |
Aubrey Plaza
03:24
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My girl danced, she danced to no rhythm
Hands up to the Biltmore
Ardently, without inhibition
Didn't care who saw her
And wandering eyes from both ends of a spectrum
Never caught her interest, never moved to meet them
She packed a switchblade disposition
Scowled like Aubrey Plaza
And though time has passed, I'm still there
Left feet planted firmly on the ground
Fisted pockets, wondering
If I would have danced then had i known what I know now
So what's worth still thinking about?
What's worthy of my attention? What deserves my toxic doubt?
As I turn to stone in a crowd
Engulfed in assumed perception, firing synapses throughout
And though it's the past, I'm still there
In visions of swirling cerulean hues
Dancing in memory 'cause
We'd never have the chance again and neither of us knew
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Won't Have to Wonder
02:59
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A foreign softness trickles in
Such unexpected warmth and good vibrations
New love granted me brighter eyes
This tenderness just settles in
She's the gentle May breeze and I'm the wind chime
and i sing of our love to passersby
But Adelaide, the future is uncertain
I'm afraid the world is set to burn
Before I have the chance to sober up
Even if our days are numbered
You will be seen
Understood, well-loved
And you won't have to wonder
These suits go where the money is
and ignore the consequences
They fill their pockets while the oceans deepen
But I still dream of your eyes from time to time
But Adelaide, the future is uncertain
I'm afraid the world is set to burn
Before I have the chance to sober up
Even if our days are numbered
You will be seen
Understood, well-loved
And you won't have to wonder
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4. |
Napstablook and I
03:28
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It's just like me to disappear from time to time
Put headphones on, lay on the floor
Feel like garbage, sounds familiar
Napstablook and I see eye to eye
And I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna be talked to
But is that ever a surprise?
Always too much on my mind
Only aspiration's to attain the perfect daily balance of
caffeinated, hydrated, and high
Between thoughts, the sizzle and pop
Where every rope's a snake and wisdom melts away
But it's never a surprise
Always too much on my mind
Only aspiration's to attain the perfect daily balance of
caffeinated, hydrated, and high
TGIF but I work the weekend
And everyday just fades into the next one
Repetitive conversations
Repetitive, redundant
Rich pricks wanna save the world but
They won't tip service workers
Who gives a fuck about what you believe
if it's not in your actions or your speech?
So I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna be talked to
But that's never a surprise
Always too much on my mind
Only aspiration's to attain the perfect daily balance of
caffeinated, hydrated, and high
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5. |
See for Myself
04:43
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A boy in his bed after church on a Wednesday
Haunted and heavy
From the weight of all the shame that he was taught
Born to a cult
That taught him how and how not to love
Only seventeen when he knew he believed
In fear and not a loving god
I'll see for myself
Maybe I'm going to hell
Maybe it's too soon to tell
I don't mind
I'm strawberry minded
I'm strawberry minded
(Can't run and can't fight it)
I'm strawberry minded
(Fluid and neurotic)
I hope you still want me
Retracing my steps through a lens with a clear view
There's something beautiful about what you've known all along
Stowing away the memories of secret kisses
At sleepovers before you learned it was wrong
I'll see for myself
Maybe I'm going to hell
Maybe it's too soon to tell
I don't mind
In fluorescent youth
all things are permissible
Grew into my skin
why can't I get comfortable?
I am I
So why am I still apologizing?
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Values
02:41
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7. |
That's That
02:11
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Did you intend to move
swift enough not to be seen
And tout a tilted truth
In defense of a wet dream
Romantic protagonist sweeps her off her feet
But baby you're not on TV
Did you intend to prove
innocence you couldn't claim
Crying out Et tu
while still twisting the blade
Make it about he said, she said
Muddy the waters with hearsay
But you don't really see it that way
So that's that
That's that
It's not enough to know the shadow
Where you go he follows
Always to your right
It's not enough to know just the shape of your shadow
When you intend to move
continuously to avoid the light
So that's that
No contact
Don't come back
And that's that
No contact
I unpack
Don't come back
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8. |
Level Out
03:16
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Draw a line and tie a young mind to it
Gaseous guilt will conform to the shape of the head its put in
Defaulting to a false presumption
Level out, pull me closer
Inside out, and let's both keep it to ourselves
Level out, melt into another mouth
Once gave out my number, spent the following nights
Entertaining delusions of violent appetites
Can't give a shark a nibble, babe, he wants the whole bite
To bloody teeth, a boundary is oppression, a slight
Cold shoulders go unnoticed, sarcasm's lost on you
And even worse, emboldened by a bad attitude
Don't send another picture, I ignored your last two
And even if I'm looking, I'm not looking for you
Who'd have seen it coming?
Oh what a revelation
Who'd have seen it coming?
Oh what a revelation
Draw a line, tie someone to it
Bent if you can't level out
I'll just keep it to myself
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9. |
Carpal Tunnel Vision
02:27
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Listen, there's no alternative
Check for ticks in your logic
What is given is limited
Carpal tunnel vision encouraged
Numbers, the only metric
For progress or success
Where's your wallet?
Without excess, do you exist?
Hold on, who's at the center of it all?
Did you choose your own direction
Or did you inherit it?
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10. |
Lemon Thai
02:34
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We're at the base just looking up
Only forward from here on
Forest green, dream machine
Feels like transcending
Making love, losing touch
With my surroundings
We're at the base just looking up
But I feel so sedated
Lemon thai, red wine
Butterfly kisses
Beam me up, buttercup
Glitter and glisten
I don't let myself feel enough
Always so internal, oh
Substance to substance, moment to moment
Meeting my demons every Monday morning
And I'm at the base just looking up
So small and scared shitless
Opened up my window
Pushed the screen onto the porch below
Comes back in fragments, each point of no return
Shame is a lesson not easily unlearned
Lemon thai, red wine
Lemon thai, red wine
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11. |
Animals
05:25
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I'm seeing patterns in the shadows
They don't run the simulation like they used to
Fractions and factors and moments foreshadowed
Existence old and unimproved
Are we not still hot blooded animals?
Chained to concrete boxes just digging holes
Oh yes, well-dressed in satin and dripping gold
But we are still just stupid animals, oh no
I saw what matters in a vision
And aren't you tired of smiling so much?
Who's that under all you were taught?
Isn't it all so casually unnatural?
Are we not still hot blooded animals?
Chained to concrete boxes just digging holes
Oh yes, well-dressed in satin and dripping gold
Well-entertained, sedated by the drugs that we're on
And we are still hot blooded animals
Shaving our fur, ashamed of our genitals
Oh yeah so high and mighty, branded holy robes
Stuck in the mud, dumb fucking animals, oh no
The modern day dictates
What you see, what you say
Don't it feel like some sick game?
Are we not still hot blooded animals?
Chained to concrete boxes just digging holes
(Protecting capital...)
Oh yes, well-dressed in satin and dripping gold
(Dressed in silver and gold)
Well-entertained, sedated by the drugs that we're on
And we are still hot blooded animals
Shaving our fur, ashamed of our genitals
Oh yeah so high and mighty, branded holy robes
Stuck in the mud, dumb fucking animals, oh no
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