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Bird
03:47
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I’m awake, to the birds singing
I whistle back with them
They reply we go back and forth
I love to sing with my friends
I’m awake, with my bird feed
And my cage, waiting so patiently
I’ll put you in my house
You’ll only sing for me
Oh how the caged bird sings
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2. |
Marooned
04:19
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Oh how the waves break
Oh how my darling vessel shakes
There’s a thirst for adventure
A need to explore
I’d hope you’d reciprocate
Oh how the waves quake
This sure ain’t no retirement cruise
The hull’s got holes
The crew is confused
Hell I am too
I’ll be out there on the open sea
You aren’t gonna maroon me
I’ll be out there, oh you’ll see
You aren’t gonna maroon me
A rearwindow view
I see myself in a cell
It might as well be hell
Being trapped in a room
Even if it’s with you
Oh this plane ticket
All this baggage I’ve packed
I can’t carry this weight
There are certain limits
To what I can take
You have no business disrupting my dreams
You aren’t gonna maroon me
You either have to join me or let me leave
You aren’t gonna maroon me
You have no right to condemn me
You aren’t gonna maroon me
You have no business disrupting my dreams
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3. |
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I just brought the fire
Pour the gasoline
Boy are we wired
Let’s burn the batteries
All our socks are scorched
Walking bare feet
Let’s burn our brothers bags
While they are asleep
Back in boy scouts, we just fucked around
Back in boy scouts, we just fucked around
Not so good at athletics
Never collected any badges
I just twiddled my thumbs,
In hopes that something would happen
At the ice rink
The home-schooled girl is nice
She gave my thumbs something to do
And held them off the ice
That Thursday at the ice rink, we just fucked around
That Thursday at the ice rink, we just fucked around
That Thursday at the ice rink, we just fucked around
That Thursday at the ice rink, we just fucked around
The adult life is nice. I can do what I like.
But I chose, to do nothing
The adult life is nice. I can do what I like.
But I chose, to do nothing
The adult life is nice. I can do what I like.
But I chose, to do nothing
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4. |
Valentines Day
02:51
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What’s the point of doing anything at all
Let’s just watch our show and have sex
I’ve timed it out just right so once you climax
You’ll have to leave to catch the bus
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
(cool solo)
I said I’m going to bed but I’m up all night
Texting somebody else
But once I finally fall asleep I fantasize
About leaving you
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
Is it more toxic to leave it to the last minute?
Is it more toxic to leave it to the last minute?
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
I’m just going through the motions
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5. |
Pretentious
02:23
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Just because you were kissing the asses of the programmers
Doesn’t mean you’re getting any special treatment on the other side
Up there they’ve got a special sense of humor
Those script writers in the sky
I went to college to make friends
But all I got was this elitist pretentious sense of self
No one is good enough for me
And I’m not good enough for anyone else
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6. |
Drinking
06:04
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I don’t drink
It doesn’t sit well with me
I can drive you home
Or baby sit you vomiting
I can’t handle the peer pressure
Come on and have a beer
Untie the noose you have hung
You don’t need to be fun to get drunk
Fuck man this is great
We should do this everyday
This is so much fun
I should bite my tongue, because
Someone’s screaming to a pillow
And someone’s crying in the bathroom
And I can’t help but laugh
That someone’s pulled down his pants
Someone’s gonna get hurt, I should drive home
It’s 3am, no one will be on the road
Thunder crackles on the outside
The scientist crackles on the radio
This is the worst storm of my life
It wouldn’t be so bad, to die to Coldplay tonight
*cue Coldplay and car crashing*
I don’t drink
It doesn’t sit well with me
I can drive you home
Or baby sit you vomiting
I can drive you home
(It wouldn’t be so bad, to die to Coldplay tonight)
I can drive you home
(It wouldn’t be so bad, to die to Coldplay tonight)
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Councillors Office
03:45
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One time I was in the councilors office
Looking at scholarships
When I became aware
Of all the awards
For athletes and minorities
But nothing for me
So, I exclaimed
There should be grants for the gays
The councilor overheard what she thought were slurs
And said, stop being homophobic
Scene
Councilor: So, do you understand why we pulled you out of the hallway today
Martin: yes
Councilor: Teenage suicide has become a huge issue and we don’t want you in the hallways crying
Martin: okay
Councilor: So, can you please explain to me what’s wrong
Martin 1: I just don’t know what to do with my life, I’m so scared to become an adult and get a real job. I don’t even know what a real job is. I have no useful skills and I’m just so scared.
Martin 2: I’m just so confused about my sexuality and my family won’t support me. I feel so alone and confused and I feel like if I go public I will become a pariah and I don’t want that.
Martin 3: My girlfriend is so mean to me. She constantly tells me that she doesn’t need me and that she could do better with someone else and I’m just so frustrated because without her I’m nothing.
Martin 4: I keep hearing a voice calling to me even though no one is there. It happens more often when I’m stressed or nervous. I’m worried I’m going crazy.
All the alt-right weed pamphlets
All the gender manifestos
All the university course catalogs
All the propaganda you could ever need
And yet there’s nothing to read
We’re so progressive (yah!)
Let’s pat ourselves on the back
Look at us west coast left wing
Our kids are safe and we’re oh so glad
We’re so progressive (yah!)
Let’s pat ourselves on the back
Look at us west coast left wing
Our kids are safe (in safes) and we’re oh so glad (so sad)
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8. |
Guilt Complex
05:01
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Maybe I should come with a warning label or a pamphlet of some kind,
I’m unkind
There are so many fish in the sea but they’re bleeding
I’ve filled their houses with carbon monoxide, and gasoline
You ain’t got nothing on me but screenshots and tainted memories
I got off scot free
I’m a villain sent from the sky
To poison your ovaries
I’ll just fuck you and say goodbye, goodbye
I’ll just fuck you and say goodbye, goodbye
I don’t come with STD’s but whatever I got
You sure as hell, don’t need
There are so many fish in the sea
Why would you leave your worms for a bottom feeder, like me
Although you have no case or evidence
I’ve been behind the curtains, guilty as can be
This complex has been my sustenance
I deserve to be punished
So, you should fuck me and say goodbye,
goodbye
Ya, you should fuck me and say goodbye,
goodbye
Oh you, should throw the dirt in my ears (dirt in my ears),
you should stone me to death (stone me to death), you should cut off my fingers (you should cut off my fingers
Oh, you should fuck me and say goodbye, goodbye
I wanna figure myself out, without hurting you
I just wanna grow up, without knocking you down
I wanna figure myself out, without hurting you
I just wanna grow up, without knocking you down
I wanna explore, without leaving you behind
I wanna figure myself out
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9. |
Streets
04:53
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There’s a small patch of forest
On the way to the bus bench
Where I had my first kiss
I pass by it every morning
There’s a bridge across the street
Underneath it there’s a tree
Where we did a lot more than kiss
Up the hill
Threw my Slurpee at a stop sign
Got pulled over by the police
On his bike
On Halloween
I was
You were
We were
Pretending
Every goddamn street,
I am bombarded by the memories
Every goddamn street,
There is something I’ve been missing
Every turn I take, the nostalgia takes over
I’m hungover, I drank too much of these
Goddamn streets, with you
And now, separately
There’s the Costco where I sat in the cart
There’s the Safeway where I stayed in the car
There’s the Save on where you used to go to work
Are you still there? (Are you still there?) Are you still there?
Every goddamn building,
I am bombarded by the memories
Every goddamn building,
There is something I’ve been missing
Every turn I take, the nostalgia takes over
I’m hungover, I drank too much of these
Goddamn buildings, with you
And now, separately
I need to leave this city
I need to leave this city
I need to leave this city
I need to leave this city
*cue the choir*
(I need to leave this city)
(There’s a small patch of forest on the way to the bus bench)
(There’s the Costco where I sat in the cart, There’s the Safeway where I stayed in the car)
(Threw my Slurpee at a stop sign, got pulled over by the police, on his bike on Halloween)
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10. |
Letting Go
03:49
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I tried to look at it from your perspective
I tried so hard to force it
Sometimes things just don’t work out, things just don’t work out
Sometimes things just don’t work out, things just don’t work out
I’ve been carrying you around for way too long
It seems like I’ve been singing this same goddamn song
I need to breath
I just need to breath
Sometimes you’ve gotta let go, you gotta let go
Sometimes you’ve gotta let go, you gotta let go
Sometimes you’ve gotta let go, you gotta let go
Sometimes you’ve gotta let go, you gotta let go
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