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Disappearing Act
02:33
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600 mg down the hatch
My mind races my mouth laughs
Wondering what I should eat?
Should I get gyros or sushi?
Fill a notebook with cliches
Blunt metaphors for foreplay
Easiest chords to finger
I wish we had a better singer
And then I think about her disappearing act
Crazy in the brain and in the sack
It never would've worked out
Crash that train of thought right here
Pass me the bowl
Tell me your story bare your soul
Brought you a mix cd and flowers
I could eat a peach for hours
I stole that line from Nicholas Cage
Can't lie it always got me laid
Didn't hurt to have my own apartment
We couldn't finish what we started
And then I think about her disappearing act
Crazy in the brain and in the sack
It never would've worked out
Crash that train of thought right here
Now I'm at peace
Chilling alone
Silence is golden
Now that I'm older
All love is lost
What a cost
You'll never get it
So just forget it
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Havisham
02:16
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My coworker said she found a girlfriend for me
Does she have a face tattoo can I climb her like a tree?
It's what I asked
I'm such an ass
Everyone laughed cause they thought it was a joke
Is she a size queen, is she into being choked?
Strange inqueries, stranger histories
I can't quantify, I've got no type, don't take it as a slight
If you make me laugh, you've got a chance, if you're high maintenance I'll pass
My worst friend said he found a girlfriend for me
Is she like Ms. Havisham mental scarcely forty
Rotting old cake
Decaying mess
He didn't get the reference cause he never read that book
He said shes a goth chick, monochrome vampiric look
A pleasant dream, nightmare reality
I can't quantify, I've got no type, don't take it as a slight
If you make me laugh, you've got a chance, if you're high maintenance I'll pass
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Here I am alone again
Sick to death of all my so called friends
They were here til they left
I'd go hang but they just make me depressed
Everything is screwed
Can't forget the thrill
Of cruising with you
Add you to the list of things I'll probably never do
Never do
Never do
There you are, here I am
I wouldn't expect them to understand
They were here til they left
Stuck me with a vibe I can't express
So I'll just make it weird
Everything is screwed
Can't forget the thrill
Of cruising with you
Add you to the list of things I'll probably never do
Never Do
Can't forget the thrill
Of cruising with you
Add you to the list of things I'll probably never do
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Pure awe on my face in my rearview mirror
Creatures like you don't hang with me too often
Pour gas on the dumpster fire raging in my beating heart
Try to put us back together, can't find the missing parts
Butterflies or bleeding guts
Bad jokes broken nuts
Realization as time passes
Burn it down if you asked me for ashes
No intentions, no plans
This woman, this man
Wonder there to hear
Spontaneous and weird
Questions, suggestions
In my head
Are we doing this tonight?
You're what needing space looks like
Pure shock on my face as you spill the details
These broken wings are mending very quickly
Dive into the dumpster fire burning in my mutant mind
Handful of charred remains, closure that I'll never find
Butterflies or bleeding guts
Bad jokes broken nuts
Realization as time passes
Burn it down if you asked me for ashes
No intentions, no plans
This woman, this man
Wonder there to hear
Spontaneous and weird
Questions, suggestions
In my head
Are we doing this tonight?
You're what needing space looks like
Inspire me
Desire me
All I think I need
Drive you here
Drive you there
Drive me wild
No intentions, no plans
This woman, this man
Wonder there to hear
Spontaneous and weird
Questions, suggestions
In my head
Are we doing this tonight?
You're what needing space looks like
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Invocation
02:27
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Puzzle blessed with missing pieces
Bent full of lines and creases
Barely, just barely holding it together
The vibe of art personified
The alchemy of creativity she flies so high
Feel so high, next to her
It's nice to fantasize, but it's not my place to try
The way her soul glows makes me thirsty
Invokes the best worst version of me
My heart and my mind galivant away
The things I'd do for art these days
Empty boring milquetoast canvas
Penning verses penning stanzas
Notebooks filled with hooks and bad idea
Needle ink scar virgin flesh
Pick the colors you inject
Take me, make me, your masterpiece
Happy looking in her eyes,
if she kissed me I would die
The way her soul glows makes me thirsty
Invokes the best worst version of me
My heart and my mind galivant and stray
I found my soul along the way
I'm kind of a nerd, I don't know if you heard
I'm kind of a geek, you're still out of my league,
but you might be what I need
The way her soul glows makes me thirsty
Invokes the best worst version of me
My heart and my mind galivant away
Sometimes God listens when you pray
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End Of My Driveway
02:16
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I found a carcass i should tell a goth girl
I found a corpse to brighten up her day
She'll make a necklace
Or an ornament
She'll never call me
I'll never take the hint
Hey Morticia theres some roadkill at the end of my driveway
Hey Elvira you can take away the body, fly away, cause you can't stay
Too much to explain
I found a dead snake saved it for a goth girl
Corpse in a box to brighten up her life
One time we hooked up, i never hit her up
Now we don't talk much is that a win or not?
Hey Morticia theres some roadkill at the end of my driveway
Hey Elvira you can take away the body, fly away, cause you can't stay
Too much to explain
Everytime I see rotting remains flooded with memories, can't forget the mammories
Blacked out fishnets feigning her first name, says I'm her enemy, I think we're frenemies
Hey Morticia theres some roadkill at the end of my driveway
Hey Elvira you can take away the body, fly away, cause you can't stay
Someday I'll explain
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I met a pretty girl
I wanna buy her a house
She can make it her home
So I opened up my mouth
I could rob a bank or I can sell a kidney
I think they'd never catch me
She probably knows I'm crazy
The sun goes down
And all my wild thoughts come around
Radiant hooks in me
Dug in so deep
I'd throw it all away
To build it up again
I met a pretty girl
I wann give her the world
A place to spread her wings
Make art, and put her things
This borrowed time I'm stealing from a fatalistic blight
I found my inspiration when I looked into her eyes
Roll it up
We'll light it soon
Radiant hooks in me
Right where I wanna be
Ripping and tearing
Love what you're wearing
You smell like angels ought to smell
And you're a work of art
A world apart
Make me look the part
Radiant hooks in me
Dug in so deep
Ripping and tearing
I'm not despairing
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Public Relations
02:32
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I'm selling out
Who's buying in
I'm up
and I'm down to fuck
Upgrade to a king-size bed
Slow it down watch em writhe
Til they can't take it
Public relations
Answers prepared
Fake it til ya make it
Aim the shot and take it
Public relations
Make those morons care
Answer the questions
Dead inside
I'm vibeing out as time ticks down
Flying high I'm all fucked up
Fallen angel crash in my arms in my dreams and vivid nightmares too
She looks like it
Public relations
Answers prepared
Fake it til ya make it
Aim the shot and take it
Public relations
Make those morons care
Answer the questions
Dead inside
Dead everywhere
Whatever happens happens, anyway anyway
Call me up, I'll make it happen, any day any day
Public relations
Answers prepared
Fake it til ya make it
Aim the shot and take it
Public relations
Make those morons care
Answer the questions
Dead inside
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Hit The Ground Running
02:18
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I ain't getting any younger
More impulsive and I'm dumber
Smoke blunts with a little bird
Helps me to find the words
I'll sing but never speak aloud
Yin yang lachrymose and groovy
We're a quirky indie movie
Vibe check on the AstroTurf
Make a pass or eat dirt
Hey lets climb that cage
Is it a waste of time for me to stick around
Dive out while they drive I'll hit the ground running
I ain't getting any hotter
Perfect front line cannon fodder
Smoke blunts with a little bird
Calls the shots I'll never learn
I think you learned a lot
Is it a waste of time for me to stick around
Dive out while they drive I'll hit the ground running
What's the dumbest thing I could sing in this bridge it's some sentimental bullshit
Walk the line, write some hits while we're stoned, maybe buy ourselves a home
Is it a waste of time for me to stick around
Dive out while they drive I'll hit the ground running
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Forget My Face
02:53
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Exorcise my ugly memories
Of sleeping with the enemy
How did things go so wrong
Lobotomized by dawn
Time to leave I can't stay
Forget my face forget my name
All my friends are dead these days
I love your vibe I hate this place
Hourglass that I can see right through
Time is fucking me and your mind is fucking you
I'd explain but I don't care anymore
I'm inviting peace you can start a war
Time to leave I can't stay
Forget my face forget my name
All my friends are dead these days
I love your vibe I hate this place
I hate this place
Forget my face
Forget my name
Time to leave I can't stay
Forget my face forget my name
All my friends are dead these days
I love your vibe I hate this place
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All these possessions own me
Downsizing planning on going
acute eroding exodus
tell my zero friends that i'm a piece of shit
I'm done defending you
sorry if I offended you
bed head and fried banging on my guitar
I woke up early the day i died
died my best and tried, didn't get too far
I woke up early the day I died
Complaint departments closed you can blow me
who do you think you're fooling
withered husk best days past
the older i get the more i laugh
loves what i'm sending you
sorry I tried mending you
bed head and fried banging on my guitar
I woke up early the day i died
vibed out on the ride, didn't get that far
I woke up early the day I died
spoon this butcher block of knives locked in my bathroom
sleep tight, protecting you from you,
see you when the buzz fades
bed head and fried banging on my guitar
I woke up early the day i died
plunge it deep inside, leave me on the floor
I woke up early the day I died
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