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DMNS
04:34
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You must have adamantium in your skeleton
because youʼre cold and talk a lot of shit; ask anyone.
And, these nihilistic delusions canʼt hold you up.
Thereʼs not a lot of room to breathe in this dusty town,
thereʼs not a lot to see in my house of glass.
Oh, you sank your claws into me, but Iʼm taking my world back.
You sank my fucking battleship, but I brought a life vest.
Oh Jack and Coke, I need a friend,
Iʼve been through Hell and back again.
Thereʼs demons inside your pretty, pretty eyes.
Give me the tools to survive
a wall like you hitting my life.
Sheʼs a kiss full of false pretense and cyanide.
And they say youʼre a much nicer boy now that youʼre off the drugs,
and your life should be better if you give her up.
But they donʼt tell you,
you can trust no one tells you, what itʼs really like
when sheʼs truly gone and all this numbness dies.
But, nothing gets better until sheʼs out of sight.
So point her in the right direction, and step aside.
Just call me daddy long legs,
cause Iʼm as poisonous as it gets.
But, when it comes to you Iʼm too naïve to use it.
Jack and Coke, make me some friends,
Iʼve been through hell and back again.
Thereʼs demons inside your pretty, pretty eyes.
Give me the tools to survive
a wall like you hitting my life.
Youʼve got my self-destruct sequence locked and loaded tonight.
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2. |
Vegas
03:41
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We both grew up in small towns,
but that never really held me back.
I always found enough trouble,
and just barely made it out intact.
Sheʼs the kind of girl who likes reading,
drinking cheap wine, and creating art.
Iʼm the kind of kid who used to get suspended from school,
and has a different story for every scar.
But you stayed up late and listened.
Oh you and I, we connect the dots.
Just put the key in the ignition
because weʼll keep going till this world stops.
Tell your mother
that I love her
just for having such a badass daughter
You were the charming indie-blockbuster
that slowly crept in and stole the whole summer
Tell Mom that weʼre running to Vegas to bet it on black, and make a grandbaby.
Sheʼs got the top down,
singing loud,
her iPodʼs got the summer sounds.
And therapyʼs just a few texts away baby, and your heartbeat jitters like the 808ʼs breakinʼ.
Sheʼs the kind of girl who stares up at the stars,
and watches the rain on a Sunday porch.
She drives my car when I am too impaired,
and sends me hockey scores in New York.
And she performs the tracheotomy when my words get to choking me.
Iʼm the kind of kid who used to play with fire,
but never felt the burn till you transpired.
But you stayed up late and listened.
Oh you and I, we connect the dots.
Just put the key in the ignition
because weʼll keep going till this world stops.
Tell your mother
that I love her
just for having such a badass daughter
You were the charming indie-blockbuster
that slowly crept in and stole the whole summer.
Tell Mom that weʼre running to Vegas
to bet it on black, and make a grandbaby.
And tell your father
that his daughter
is an epinephrine shot to my heart.
You were a charming indie-blockbuster
who slowly crept in and stole my whole summer.
Tell Mom that weʼre running to Vegas
to bet it on black, and make a grandbaby.
Sheʼs got the top down,
singing loud,
her iPodʼs got the summer sounds.
And therapyʼs just a happy hour away baby,
and your heartbeat jitters like the 808ʼs breakinʼ.
And therapyʼs just a few shots away baby,
and your heartbeat jitters like the 808ʼs breakinʼ.
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3. |
BlockPRTY
03:07
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The next words out of your mouth better be
“lemon or lime for your Corona, baby?” .
Well whoa-oh the coolerʼs full,
and all the boys drool
when you rock your Daisy Dukes that you slip on after school.
And you strut the sidewalks
like thereʼs a red carpet underneath your flip flops.
So letʼs get half-lit like the Atlantic City boardwalk.
And this whole townʼs in an uproar
ʻcause weʼre throwing a block party
And I wanna kiss your sun-drenched skin
so bring over your fine body
And, I know, I know, I know how my life works
When you whisper at me in the dark
Iʼm clutching onto every word...
And, the next words out of my mouth are gonna be
“letʼs find a little more privacy, darling.”
Well whoa-oh, Iʼll bring the drinks,
and those baby blues make me think
These desert stars wonʼt be the only naked beauties.
And you traipse around my brain
All day, like you own the place.
Like a mental ninja kicking other thoughts in the face.
So let's get half-lit like the Santa Monica freeway.
And this whole townʼs in an uproar
ʻcause weʼre throwing a block party
And I wanna kiss your sun-drenched skin
so bring over your fine body
And, I know, I know, I know how my life works
When you whisper at me in the dark
Iʼm clutching onto every word...
Little, little, little girl
I know weʼve got a lot of life to live, but Iʼll never forget you...
Because summer loveʼs plastic and cheap,
like an eighties Brat-Pack flick,
And somebodyʼs duct-taped your eyes to make you watch it.
And the problem is that weʼre each otherʼs medicine,
But youʼre over the counter, and Iʼm a black market prescription.
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4. |
Jaimie
04:18
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Jaimie doesnʼt play well with others,
but she gives ʻer hell on the very first date.
She gets so nervous driving the turnpike that
every Thursday night she stays out late.
And, sheʼll bathe you in sea of sweet, sweet apathy.
And, sheʼs too pretty to be on the run.
She writes her love notes on bottles of Vicodin.
She talks to angels, oh yes, she does.
It leaves me asking if itʼs a good time or love.
Jaimieʼs got a gambling problem.
Sheʼs always betting on the wrong ponies.
But, sheʼll always answer a 2 a.m. drunk text
because searching for Prince Charming gets lonely.
And, Jaimieʼs got a social networking addiction,
sheʼs on the Twitter reading iJustine.
Sheʼll tell you off in a New York minute,
but her touch makes my heart glow like ETʼs.
Sheʼll bathe you in a tide of confusion and lies.
And, she takes a drink for me
She takes a drink for you.
Sheʼll kiss with poison lips
Until your throat turns blue
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5. |
Arms
04:37
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So, it was Senior year and we drove into the city
just to see your favorite band,
In the front row, screaming at them.
Then that singer touched your hand,
And in one sweaty, cathartic sense
you felt this song was all about you,
And they wrote they lyrics for you.
Then you stood there in awe,
Your hands trembled with applause.
That night we made out in your car
In an abandoned warehouse parking lot.
With your head on my chest,
Life never felt this good.
So put your lips/arms around me
You could be my punk rock prom queen.
Dancing as she makes my guitar scream,
You could be my damn near everything
And the years came screaming by,
weʼre both leading separate lives.
And weʼre searching for a DeLorean
to take us back to way back when.
But these days Iʼm the one thatʼs on the road,
touching hands in the front row.
And girlʼs hands they come and go,
until its yours at my show.
Then maybe weʼd go back to then,
late nights on the phone again,
skateboards, guitars, and Jäger shots,
and illegal fireworks in parking lots.
With your head on my chest, life had never been so good.
But thereʼs a candle burning in your bedroom
And Iʼm painfully aware that itʼs not for me.
Thereʼs a vein thatʼs bleeding unendingly,
And not a scar or suture could ever save me.
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6. |
Superpowers
03:28
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Somewhere along this dusty road I lost my superpowers,
The crown jewels, and all the words that ever kept you by my side.
And, along this rugged trail I lost the cell phone tower,
And those East coast crickets that made me feel at home at night.
And, along this broken path I lost your sound advice,
And my metaphorical four-wheeler is spinning in the dirt of life...
And my bed grows cold on the side you used to, side that you used to sleep on
My life feels hollow. Donʼt you make, donʼt you make me sleep alone. Donʼt you make me sleep alone.
Somewhere throughout the years you lost pieces of yourself,
And when you tried to find your way back the crows ate breadcrumb trail.
(Somewhere throughout my life Iʼd forgotten how to love)
Somewhere along this dusty road you lost your superpowers,
And my hands were kryptonite sifting through the sands of time.
(And Iʼm so lost, Iʼm barely hanginʼ on)
Along this haunted town you painted the buildings red, But not a GPS could bring you by my side again.
And my bed grows cold on the side you used to, side that you used to sleep on Iʼm drunk, cold, and need you.
Donʼt you make, donʼt you make me sleep alone.
So, do you feel hollow now that youʼre all alone?
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7. |
What I'm Lookin' For
04:14
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Itʼs not illegal to give a damn,
but sometimes I act like it is.
Sometimes I act like my lifeʼs crashed
when it just needs rebooted.
Sometimes Iʼm certain thereʼs a hole in the seams
when Iʼm anchored by apprehension.
Perhaps, weʼd play out just like a movie,
but all of our timeʼs escaping.
And you dance like thereʼs a hole in your heart,
But I can rest my weary head on you.
And I could be the exception to the rule
When you say thereʼs nothing in this dirty town for you.
Sometimes I feel like Iʼve found what Iʼm lookinʼ for,
like my lifeʼs puzzle is half complete.
The sands of time have turned to beachfronts in my mind,
so wonʼt you lie next to me?
Sometimes I feel like I know how these roads bend,
and somewhere our two roads ford.
And night after night Iʼve been watching you pass by
because Iʼve been driving blind.
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8. |
The Goodbye Jones
01:28
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Iʼll ride this tide until it breaks
My temples throbbing like earthquakes
Awoke, again, on my friendsʼ couch
Poured every liquor in my mouth
I held the girl like the sea
But, she turned out a tsunami
Staring in a mirror, constructing lies
“I love you man, youʼll be alright”
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Wonʼt somebody Google me the glory days of my life?
If theyʼve come and gone I mustʼve been sleeping, or high.
Where was my Winnie Cooper? The violins with my first kiss?
Where is my Ambien now? This worldʼs a headache that just wonʼt quit.
So, could somebody help me find the inner peace to help me survive these demons?
They stay out late, drinking with pretty girls,
But tomorrowʼs the best youʼve ever felt, feeling like shit.
Because your emotions were always just a little too much to explain
And my reactions were always delayed like the southbound D-train
Tonight Iʼm almost drunk enough to explain
my tattoos and theories on censorship policies.
I know Iʼm not alone, and this might sound inane,
but once I felt your heartbeat in sync with my heartbeat.
So, today Iʼm going on strike,
Iʼm not going to work
Iʼm not falling in love, Iʼm not getting hurt
Oh, time with you was like the flu...
All I remember was the heat
Wonʼt somebody Google you the glory days of your youth?
Itʼs got to be painful knowing it never gets better for you than high school.
So hold your breath and blow the eyelash
and wish yourself some inner peace.
If you blow me a kiss Iʼll flip you off,
because the whole town knows our story.
And, a cold brew tastes better than you.
So I swear to God Iʼm done dwelling.
Tonight weʼll stay out late drinking with pretty girls
to erase your memories.
So, where is my alcohol now? This worldʼs a headache that wonʼt quit.
And weʼll stay out late drinking with those pretty girls,
Tomorrowʼs the best youʼve ever felt, feeling like shit.
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10. |
"I AM What I Hate"
03:20
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This is the best damn chapter in my life story
because your not in it. No, youʼre not in it.
Itʼs a perfect kiss at a gorgeous sunset, and itʼs not with your lips.
These are the pages where the readerʼs taken by a stronger love interest than youʼll ever be.
Because a love like yours is merely methadone to tide me over until the real shit comes along.
And youʼre the ghostwriter
of the worst damn chapter in my whole life
I need an editor
to erase you and embrace the highlights
Because you sentenced this captain to the plank, and weʼre going down...
This is the best damn scar on all of my flesh
and you carved it for me.
Itʼs the harshest word in my arsenal,
and Iʼm plagiarizing.
Because Iʼm the golden boy of this cursed cityscape,
your broken transmission, poison icing on your wedding cake...
Because a love like yours is just an STD that only flares up if thereʼs no medicine in me.
And youʼre the ghostwriter
of the worst damn chapter in my whole life.
I need an editor to erase you and embrace the highlights
Because this bloody oceanʼs on your hands, and weʼre going down...
This is the best damn chapter of my life story
because youʼre not in it.
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11. |
Breathe
03:59
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Blind to this tragedy in your eyes,
you donʼt notice these tender hearts shatter
Eyes glaze as they stare upon us,
aching to hear our witty banter
Alone seems a broken concept,
lost amidst our souls and what is...
Online they journalize our lives,
vicariation punctuated.
And, Iʼm lost...
This fault is mine,
I never noticed their intentions were so ruthless
The sky burned black the day you breathed me in and back out again Your smile never looked so helpless,
Iʼve never felt so god damned homesick
You faded the day you breathed me in and back out again
So lie back, and just watch the snowfall.
A smirk born from your presence.
In here they canʼt scrutinize us,
theyʼll never know how your eyelashes dance.
Youʼre the brightest star in this constellation.
Iʼm a dark sky, hang yourself upon me.
Lie back and watch the fireworks.
Who knows how lifeʼs writers wrote out our ending.
And, Iʼm lost...
Because days would fall,
Iʼd wish you and I
Could just go and fucking die
Then theyʼd bury our bodies in icy silence for the rest of time.
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12. |
Coup de grâce
05:04
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And there she was,
pulling back her hair.
Like a cool, clear starry night;
like a reckless, breathless stare.
And indubitably, she is smiling at me.
At those quaint backwoods soirees she was always the last to leave.
With those Brooklyn eyes, and her NorCal smile,
And those PA lips making Virginia drunk dials.
As the stars burn out and crash to our feet
Iʼll gaze in your eyes and the future gleams.
As the hailstones rain and the seven angels sing,
Your hands lead me on and this is all I need...
And there she sits,
shoulders against me.
In the glow of bonfire flames,
getting busy as city streets.
And the raindrops fall in that grocery lot
Where we danced to my car stereo the summer before we took off
From a city of steel,
to a city of lights,
to a city of angels,
With your smile brilliant and bright.
So, to the girl Iʼll kiss on Sunset Strip,
To this hand Iʼll hold when the sky comes down crashing.
Iʼll be the boy youʼll wish gets you through this,
Iʼll be the hand youʼll hold when the sky comes down crashing.
So let the world do itsʼ worst.
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