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Left With Nothing
04:34
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I walk the streets of my town with a blistering resolve
A dollar in your pocket shows there’s nowhere else to go
Even if there’s nowhere else to be, at least you fall asleep
Safe beneath the crooked streets and broken highway signs
I left behind the city but it didn’t leave my mind
Even if it takes you half the night, even if the girl you love is blind
At least you’re fine
Because I work until eleven with a fever to come home
To walk down seven floors until I’m out into the air
My lungs fill up and empty, my fingers cross in reverie
Because I watched it slowly changing but I couldn’t make it stop
Just push and pull and fuck and fight and always out on top
But every drug that you take makes you feel no more alive if anything it makes you feel more dead
Until you’re left at a cross road thinking what to do
Should I turn around and not get caught or come back to you
Because everything’s the same
Sometimes there’s just no one you can blame
A car ride to the country or a film that cuts out
A place that can’t help but fester in the feelings we don’t have
And although you don’t have much what you do have you share it with me
And I can see my friends here I can feel the love that they have
I just want them to know that I will be here for them
With every passing day and each moment the pain, the anxiety we feel slips away
But everyone wants money, reliability, consistency, everything I don’t have or will never be
So I just spend it all, waste it all, give it all away
It leaves me with nothing, but nothing’s what I wanted anyway.
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I Know It's Hard
03:32
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I know that it’s hard
What with all your friends and all the time you spend
Trying to waste other people’s time
So I don’t blame you for that
But when cars fly by and the liquid fills my mouth
And the girls begin to shout
Almost feels like you’re coming back
I slept on the couch as the trams filled up and I watched you leave the house
You had nothing to say but you wanted that
I felt so alone
With the nose bleed red, an East Brunswick sign that read:
“keep left”
Alone in the country keeping my eyes shut, not hoping to come back, I won't waste my time.
You may think that it shows, but you don’t know, and the beds fill up on the south western block.
You spend everything you’ve got
From back yard to back yard just trying to keep going
Until it all fizzles out and you’re left with nothing else to really care about
The best friends that you ever had are the friends that you never had
I can’t remember what you said but I take it with me somehow
It’s a late night drunken smile, or working so much that you hate time
Or left alone, walking home, happy and free for a while
If this makes sense it’s a story I’ve told and I hope I don’t get too old to see it through
But from me to you I felt better when I knew each word, each sound, as it came from your mouth
As though it were true
We live on through feelings, a long walk to the beach side
I met you so late that night, far too drunk
I won’t waste your time
The best time that you ever had was the time that you never had
You’re holding on to the summer as though it were something that you thought would last
But it’s a facade, it’s a mirage, when it’s twelve AM and you’re coming down
Eyes blood shot, grinning wide, your friends asleep inside.
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I Talked To You Outside
04:12
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I talked to you outside, it wasn’t the first time that night
All your friends are in the city but your thoughts aren’t with them
They’re with dollars and cents and hours and things you have to complete
Isn’t it strange they don’t fall back, they just keep coming until there’s nothing else to look at
Yeah it’s just some mistake you made, now you have to live with that
I woke up with a headache, walked the streets until I found your place
We’ve spent the last three years drinking, laughing, singing, talking to anyone that would listen
But in the backseat of your car, my headphones on trying to figure out where we are
I told you I wouldn’t change for anyone
You know the only reason that I say it is because it’s something to say
You know the only reason I don’t make it happen is because it happens anyway
But later on the train I told you only half of what I say is true
“I bend names, dates, people, events so only ever the particulars really cut through”
‘Don’t you feel less like yourself?’ The cold air wells under your gold summer dress
And you’re left barely alone unable to go home to your friends
I talked to you outside, it wasn’t the first time that night
Your friends are in the city but your thoughts aren’t with them
They’re with dollars and cents and hours and things you have to complete
Isn’t it strange they don’t fall back, They just keep coming until there’s nothing else to look at
Yeah it’s just some mistake you made and now you have to live with that.
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Ripples
02:55
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All of your friends are here
But they act like they don’t care
Because they’re all independent and don’t have to talk
I’m stuck in a pool without any water
So I hold my breath and hope for the best
But it doesn’t matter if I do or not you’re already gone
I sit and listen from the fourth story window
But the sound gets drowned out by the city, the traffic and all the people
Don’t be offended I loved every minute every laugh, every smile, every winter
But sometimes that’s enough
So they push us together and bind us with tape
On the four hour car ride I felt your legs and your face begin to change
I’ve likened these last few years to trying to catch your breath
And all the useless shit that comes in between
You put up with
But I remember the summer we all quit our jobs
You were drinking your beer through a straw in the back yard
Kicking your feet making ripples in the water you looked up to me and said
‘So it plays on repeat until you’ve got nothing left and you die alone’
But I don’t think that’s true I think it’s more like going home
I think that when we die it’s more like we’re just going home
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