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Sugar Glass
04:07
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I’m scared I’ve started to forget
Your body and your ticking head
But I’ll clutch straws as I’m holding
Remaining memories close to me
And looks that warrant blasphemy
And times that most poor souls won’t see.
In the night I develop your legs
Onto the negatives in my head
But I’ll keep them crossed let’s not pretend all hope is not lost
And that we aren’t the living dead
To my sun dance kid, You’re sugar glass to my head.
What was it that Jesus said? Was it bread or wine first I forget.
I left god in the cradle
I wish I hadn’t drank my rent because it did nothing for my head
I’d love to look up and feel stable
What’s a man supposed to be when his lust turns to frozen peas
with no hot drop left in his head
I’ll come to lie with your new life and redefine my finish line
And leave your love sit on your fence.
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2. |
Lamont Lament
04:27
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Pick you up over at your house instead
Because you will never come yourself
And that’s what we’ve become here
You hop in, Iv’e never seen you look so thin
And I can almost see your hips, like a mountain from within you
There’s a circus in your skin
We blew away bubbles for bags of stone
In burning down buildings built for homes
When we first lit the fuse in these ticking bones
We found love in our veins but not in our souls
The sound of birds coming through the woodwork
I loved you first
What do you think about me? What do you say about me?
Get your drunk ass out the door. Do I love you anymore?
I’m not sure.
At least the drugs are good.
There is good but there’s a lot of bad these days
If I could love you half these days as much as my eyes do today.
There was love growing in our former selves but now we grow some kind of hell
And it’s darker than the poison we’re feeding to ourselves.
“Take the wheel ‘cause I can’t even talk” you said
“Then we should fucking walk!” I said
This is the last thing that we need my friend,
It’s the last thing that we need.
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Map Runner
04:09
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Hinges are yawning in the halls in the morning light up on your bike now Michael. Your absence is dawning in the wind of my errors flight, I'll take your side now I will.
You didn't mean it did you? I didn't say that did I? Did I? With a cold front and stone in your eyes, cut me down and I'll haunt you for your life because I'm frozen now.
The country is bawling from her fleet of youthful eyes who set their sights on better lands. Your parents are calling you back in as they once did from the evenings grasping hands. I'm pleading and bleeding and I'm fucking freezing and your smile is teasing me into a broken man, who's had his chance.
But I didn't chase you did I? And you didn't run there did you? For a sun tan and a fresh point of view? Lay me down and I'd stay there for your life. Because I'm frozen now.
I have a sloping stance on the chance of certain circumstances, take me back to the local dances before good friends hit the Atlantic. While most of us became booze frantic, lost in poor decision static. Through self regret we've learned to panic, but I've learned that I'll always be a fan of yours. I'll know you again as I did before, but for now I'll allow to be dragged through open doors by strange daughters as their fathers snore.
You don't really love him do you? Do You? And I didn't really say that did I? With a cold front and stone in your eyes, cut me down and I'll haunt you for your life.
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4. |
I Want
04:15
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I want to be rich but I want to get pissed, I want to take a swan dive from O'Connell bridge as the birds fly and the streets breathe out, I want to breathe some life into a lulling crowd, or be home bound, listen to the sheep sound, eat cereal , watch cartoons on the couch.
I want to bottle the scent of my family house and taste the taste of every girl I like's mouth and I want to know where all our lost love ones are now?
I want to get knocked out by a face and mouth that comes out with like minded sounds, to figure me out. I want to pull right out from the drugs and bouts and the city club bums and clouds that never figure me out.
I want to be more and less care free at the same time. I want to read minds, I want a box of rollies and a bottle of red wine but really I just wanna stop wasting time or just just dance to 'All My Friends' by LCD with all my friends on 2CB.
Please? someone take me to the beach 'cause I want to feel the breeze and I want to touch the sea, I want a magic compass to point out where I should be and I want to see places that I'll never be or to believe in something or someone to believe in me.
See I want all your love and I want to know what's really going on above.
Those classical gasses divided into the masses I should know a bit about it but I was talking through classes and know my friends are living in the real world.
What's the real world? I just want a real girl so we can make plans but secretly hope it's going to rain pull back her body under covers and we'll waste the day away.
I'm sick of fleeting love it's only meeting up because we never figure out what it is we really want.
We all know that we could treat each other better but better's only better when it's pay cheque weather. I'm sick of giving up and only dreaming drunk then waking up and forgetting I ever even had a thought. I want the best for everyone. I want happiness when it's all done.
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For Now
03:52
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I’ve fallen through my early twenties
I count my age in Halloweens.
I’ve followed you too far by now to turn it in and leave.
I’ll look for someone on your level but your sullen bones they beg belief.
Iv’e followed you too far by now, too far for now.
I want a girl who listens to Manchester Orchestra
And gets bored first to let me down
I want a girl who licks and sticks skins and binges weekly
And helps me home to lay me down.
Settle if you want to settle but while you’re back peddling
Could you stop meddling with my mind?
I’ll be fine. Gonna sit back and fake love and waste more time
Until you realise that you’re my kind and I’m yours.
I’m sorry if I sound hoarse just I’ve been drinking more than I’m not
Shaving layers off this plot like an empty log cabin with a habit for wood rot.
So take us back to dumb days where you are all I think
We sneak off to the back rooms and love until we break a sink
I don’t give a fuck what your buddies think.
I couldn’t give another fuck what your new man thinks,
Just think of me, remember me, we’ll fake these scenes then burn bad memories
As the world spins out of path
As the anemones shake to the fault lines I will hope to live my time in your eyes.
I’m sorry.
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