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Pen Pals
04:09
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On those lonely winter nights
It's only you that I can write to
Be my remedy
A fading memory
Soothe me with your kinds words
And I promise I won't do the same
Share with me your biggest dreams
We'll both pretend we care
And I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be
So, why don't we be pen pals?
I'll meet you at the park and leave before it gets too late
Confusion in my heart
I'll never see you again
And if you want this love it won't be face to face
Cus who I am inside
Babe that'll never change
And I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be
So, why don't we be pen pals?
I don't mind that you won't be here
Just take your time it's only fair
Just think it through, I don't love you
And I know, you don't love me too
And I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be
Well it's alright cus I'm your pen pal
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Angeline
02:58
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Oh can I tell you
That I want you girl?
Oh when the snow clears
and the rain's coming down
Oh Angeline
How I want you in my life
I'll be patient
I'll be kind
To myself and to my mind
Oh can you tell me
What you're thinking girl?
Oh will you be there
When the sun's coming down?
Oh Angeline
How I want you in my life
I'll be patient
I'll be kind
To myself and to my mind
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It's hard to manage a crisis when you're not there
You're not there
When I need you, you're always there
Managing a crisis over text
Is it something that I said?
When I can't be there in the flesh
I'll manage your crisis over text
Another day
A crisis awaits
You and I, tonight
A world away
A faceless remedy
For you
A crisis
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Dark Glass
01:26
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I sit in a dimly lit train car, surrounded by scum
A pungent smell wafts through the air, burning my nostrils
A dirty, used needle sits at feet
I try to escape by looking out the window
All I see is a river of blood and steel monoliths scraping the sky
We cross the elevated bridge and head into a tunnel, the last shreds of daylight vanish as we're swallowed whole
As I wait for the end to come, I stare at my reflection in the darkened window
I think of what life is like on the other side
Would life be any different?
Would I think and walk in reverse?
Would the sun rise at night?
Would my life be the complete opposite of the waking nightmare I reside in?
Or would life be the same
The only difference being which side of the glass I look upon
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Lost and Found
04:27
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Lost and found
You pick me up when you're feeling down
Something about your face
Can't remember the time or place
Put me down
I'll figure it out
Leave me alone
I'll find my way back home
Falling down the stairs and I don't know quite where I will land
And when I'm found would you follow me?
Time is short when you don't know where you're going
I guess I could just use some company
So if you would please just let me be
As I find my way out of this sandpit
I'll crawl out
Lost and found
You pick me up when you're feeling down
Something about your face
Can't remember the time or place
Put me down
I'll figure it out
Leave me alone
I'll find my way back home
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Bummer
02:29
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Halfway to Jasper, number nine
Two hour ETA, just on time
Bus shelter's shattered, I got no car
But hey, I'm feeling fine
I gotta get across town
Buddy's gotta move some furniture
Stop by another Walmart
This place won't be here in ten years
The road is an extension fo all your livelihoods gone to shit
You wish you could drive
Well you can't so you just hide
So the car's in the shop for another two days
And the potholes the size of my paycheck
And my wallet shrinks and the city decays
And guess what? insurance won't pay
I gotta get across town
I gotta pick up some parcel
Stop by an old diner
This place won't be here in ten years
There's no getting away
From a place you never really were
And that's a bummer
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Peel
01:12
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I cut myself shaving
It didn't hurt, I didn't feel anything really
I ignore it and continue shaving, cutting myself again in a different spot
This cut is larger, but I again feel no sensation of pain
I notice a lack of blood from the two small lacerations and become curious
I grab the razor, press it hard against my face, and drag it down my cheek
Then across my forehead
The blade slices my skin like soft rubber
I stick my fingers into the wounds and begin peeling
Unmoved by what should be a gruesome sight
When finished, I discard the mask of torn flesh and gaze at my reflection in the mirror
What stares back at me is the same face as before
Yet I do not recognize it
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Chasing Ghosts
02:59
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Tired of all the same old things happening again
I know I said I wouldn't let it end up like this
And all I'm left with is my slowly sinking mind
Years ago, it feels like it was just last night
Take your coat off, it's warm inside she said
I don't mind, I just wanna lay in your bed
Don't worry, I won't touch you, I'll keep my distance
And I never cry even when it is the last kiss
But I see you all the time
Is it you or is it my mind?
Are you somewhere I can find?
Maybe in another life?
Forlorn days in the years that passed since
As I try to clean up your big mess
Like the dishes in your old broken sink
Pull the plug and let the soap and water drain
And I'll follow you wherever you go
Into your bedroom, we'll close that squeaking door
And the place, it smells like fifty years of mold
But that's ok 'cus you've made it your own
But I see you all the time
Is it you or is it my mind?
Are you somewhere I can find?
Maybe in another life?
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Something to Prove
04:01
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I just need some alone time to clear up my mind
Take me away to another place
Where I was at the back of the bus
It was just us, so free
In a foreign room, they stare at our shoes like we're freaks
Nothing to drink, and its getting too late to stay
Looking back it's gone so fast and it reminds me
Back on the couch in a strange girls house far away
Now we're old and what we were told don't mean a thing
Off to school, its what you do when you're lost
Make new friends, have some fun, and get a job
And now I'm here after twenty-odd years, haven't moved
I thought it might change when I carried the blame, something to prove
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True Stories
01:22
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Hey buddy, I think I got the wrong door
Will you show me the way?
The next door was a left and there was a young woman in a blue shirt by a pile of mail, talking on her cell phone
I ask if she was alright
She said yes, her boyfriend just grabbed her butt
I ask if she was taking a picture
She said she doesn't know what he was doing, he just grabbed her
As I entered the building, I took my last look for about six blocks at the young man standing at the open window
Was he taking pictures of her or something?
She was wearing a white tee
It is I am
Only what the hell happened yesterday?
So in the present, let's go back to yesterday
Fuck, what just happened
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
So I tried to go back to the previous day
Which worked for a second
Until I got to a cliff where there was a door on the ground
And I took the opportunity to go through
I'm sitting on the toilet, eating a Gatorade and sliding an empty can off my urethra
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why am I just standing here?
She will come up and they'll take my hand, and I will ask for something to drink
I will be like
"Hi, I'm Gus."
You say something, you get dirty looks from people
This is like a super bowl, and then you wake up in the morning and you're the same god damned schmuck watching it
And then I start feeling these complex feelings
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