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Tiny Apartment
03:09
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Heartbeats,
from the Empire State Building;
Sirens calling, into nothing.
Empty Streets,
half stares at strangers;
It's never felt stranger, silence and noise.
Outside of our bodies,
we're living Zombies
half-awake, half asleep; a fever dream.
While everything is hazy,
This shit is getting crazy,
I'm thinking maybe, I'll wake up...
I just want to wake up.
I don't want to feel weak.
I want to be stronger, I want to speak.
But I'm trapped inside of myself,
In this tiny apartment,
overlooking a garden,
the size of a shoe.
Breathing, from the runner's mouths;
the collective sighs, we can't see.
Gates closed, where the light's been shut out.
And outside there is sun, but it's sun we can't touch.
We're trapped in our cages,
we'll remember for ages;
Half-awake, half-asleep, a fever dream.
While everything is hazy,
This shit's making me feel crazy,
I'm thinking maybe,
I'll wake up...
I just want to wake up.
I don't want to feel weak.
I want to be stronger, I want to speak.
But I'm trapped inside of myself,
In this tiny apartment,
overlooking a garden,
the size of a shoe.
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2. |
Casper's Daughter
03:49
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I don't got much more left.
Damn, does this feel differently than I thought it would.
Stop giving me advice.
Stop telling me, "I should."
I paint a picture in my head,
of your lying in my bed.
There's a ghost here now.
There's a ghost here now,
Keeping me warm.
We're not together, we're better apart.
We're not together, we're better apart.
Saying it more helps.
I promise, I won't totally wreck myself.
It would have wrecked me to stay.
There's a ghost here now.
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3. |
Art and Furniture
02:36
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When I drink,
I buy art and furniture.
When I drink, I write things that I don't send to you.
When I drink, I think of you being with her.
When I drink, I don't know what to do.
With my thoughts,
and my money,
and my time.
And my inability to say goodbye.
I try to move,
But I just keep sinking down.
When I drink, I don't think,
I drown.
When I drink, I sing songs in my underwear,
in and empty apartment that's supposed to smell like you.
When I drink, I think about your kids,
and all the fucked up shit I know they're going through.
When I drink, I think about how much I miss you.
When I drink, I just drink to forget,
I can't face the cold, hard, Rodriguez fact,
That' we can't have each other,
Yet.
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4. |
Maggie Mae's
04:08
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There is a hole in the beer-list,
of this bar I am in.
Someone must've been angry or sad.
Threw a bottle, or a punch,
got way too fucking drunk;
Took it out on a wall and got mad.
At least they're not numb in the heart.
At least they're attached to their pain.
They might be misguided,
and God I have tried and for months,
Haven't felt anything.
Numb is deeper than sadness.
Numb is numb is numb is numb, til it's not.
It's everything, or nothing,
you feel all at once,
or you just cut your losses and jump.
I am not suicidal, I'm just going through shit.
I am not suicidal, I'm way too scared of death.
Despite all my numb, despite my regrets,
Despite the "I Love you's" that you never said,
I am not suicidal,
I swear, I'm just going through shit.
Because,
Good love feels like dying sometimes,
That'd don't mean you necessarily die.
Good love feels like crying sometimes,
Good love knows when to say goodbye.
So, I say goodbye,
Kick your ass to the curb,
With words that kill me to say.
And I want to hold on, for as long as I can,
But because I love you,
I must walk away.
Because,
Good love feels like dying sometimes,
That don't mean you necessarily die.
Good love feels like crying sometimes,
Good love knows when to say goodbye.
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5. |
Normal Again
04:57
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I just want to feel normal again.
What do I gotta do?
I just want to feel.
Normal again.
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