1. |
Shook Dream
05:35
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God its early
why the hells my alarm
set to church bell songs, oh
christ it really scares me each morning
shake awake, no spirit a-moving
jeez its bright out
i can’t see anyway
foggy brain everyday
hard to see out straight out my own head
something maybe stuck behind eyelids
but I find I can’t change my own little brain
i get angry
i pace and i pace
in this tiny place
spiral baby, talking to myself
screaming like it’s somebody else
i feel stupid
yeah i know i can’t say
what i feel anyway
walk around the block one more times
the doggy needs to go back outside
I hate what I feel but it seems i might like to
now we’re talking bout the ways things used to be
and you know i do feel, oh such love in summer, sweating in the heat
then just as soon, i’m alone, awake, shook from some old dream
and still angry
my sweatshirt
that heat, my rules,
that LA fucker’s swimming pool
everything that I want but i can’t have
So fight me,
no brain, no cool
keep up, keep loose
Everybody get away from me right now
the things we ignore, they all tend to grow
now we’re talking bout the ways things used to be
and you know i do feel, love the wonder of you lying next to me
then just as soon, i’m shook, awake from the old dream
yeah sucks when ya know that i love, just don’t like ya
please give me something to lose
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I don’t like myself
it don’t break my heart to tell you
cause you know i’m right you
do
I try diet and exercise
And saying everything right
but habits creep at night, like they
do
something’s always wrong
you seem alright together
you seem alright forever
you seem always together
you seem always forever
i lie and grind my teeth
coated in sugar i get angry
callous my body go home to sleep
cause then i know i’m warm
i got a penchant for ego
i’ll fuck you shitty and never call
confuse emotions and
make it hard to keep a good love up
something’s always wrong
you seem alright together
you seem alright forever
you seem always together
you seem to always know
i know it’s me
i know it’s me
what is my brain gonna see
what will it tell my body
oh what a shitty extreme
oh good joke to be
and i know
I envy every body
and every kid who's bored as fuck
and every other adult with luck
and every happy, happy happy fucking friend
I wanna change everything about me
my clothes my hair and my face
my feet my ass and my brain
my belly dick and shitty pain
depression sleep, anxiety
surroundings every mistake
my clothes my hair and my face
my clothes my hair wanna change
i know it’s me
i know it’s me
what is my brain gonna see
what will it tell my body
oh what a shitty extreme
oh good joke to be
oh a what sucker, i know
i got no reason to leave home
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Tuesday afternoon
I haven’t left my room
Since Sunday night around nine
All’s the same in my bed
Cause I rarely leave my head,
Anywhere’s equal and fine
Half a tab everyday
Makes my brain go away
But turns teeth to aluminum foil
They chatter and tweak
While any love left in me
Holds barely my body together in toil
Long shot, but if anyone hasn’t gone
I could use a bit of company
Days off while brain and body forgot
To keep an old eye on me
Sweat with a radiator
Stain sheets even grayer
Let in the 30 degree breeze
There’s no calm
Unless i feel it all at once
The heat and the cold and me in between
What do i see
frames might be missing
can’t tell what words that i mean
Ups and betweens
acid, mine, tobacco, green
cant be sure if been sober this week
Long shot, but if anyone hasn’t gone
I could use a bit of company
Days off while brain and body forgot
To keep an old eye on me
what i can’t control
can you please hold
brain, heart, eyeball
still as sleep
someone touch me
tell me the feeling’s
same as all other
skin on skin
on skin
on skin
Tuesday evening
same ol surroundings
nothing much to change from
brain settles down
body slumps too the ground
eyes slowly touch in front
on skin
on skin
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4. |
Glowstick
01:13
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you make try to break me
sucker that's the point
You're so cold around me
But that's just what I want
don't tell me i don't glow
with everything i own
don't tell me i don't glow
you dull, damn, faded eyeball
you my try to throw me
at your shitty show
but when your pukin heavy
your just green as me
don't tell me i don't glow
with everything i own
don't tell me i don't glow
you dull, damn, faded eyeball
I make my own light
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fuck it, at the end
tell everyone you love em
tell them everyone is comin
to my house for a party
anyone can come
i don't care if i don't know them
cause we got beer, and a fire
and might even get weed
I think its cool if you come
that's ok if you don't wanna
because there's always tomorrow
except maybe tomorrow
If i bleed out my eyes,
or get hit by a car or
get stabbed by some fucker
or drown in the river
i'll be fine
cause it's over
it's always been over
it's always been over
that's always been ordinary
i keep my body close
keep my brain as far away
because those two keep causin trouble
make my eyeball’s look two ways
what’s close keeps you warmer,
keeps you loving, keeps you smaller
if a body taught me anything, it’s
there’s so much love to know
you touch, sex is sex
and a body’s just a body,
they come and go and love, no other
makes me feel such something
all at once
then it's over
it's always been over
it's always been over
that's always been ordinary
i wrote this song in C
cause it's the easiest to play
so maybe you can have it
if i ever go away
even when i'm tired or
when i only have one hand
the piano lends itself
to its simple melody
but the magnetic pulse
of keeping up a rhythm
becomes nothing to the freakin weekend
hanging w my friends
my right hand is stronger
i use it for my anger
i use it for my anger
but that's always been normal
my left hand is useless
but it keeps the other company
i wonder what its doin
when i'm not around
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