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(I'm an evil motherfucker Joe, you know that?)
I'm losing sleep over you
Sleep until noon
Wake up when the sun hits my back in my room
Poetically inspired by this steady growing fire
It's cuz people like you let me down
People like you let me down.
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Everything about you is somebody else
You're a product of environment and middle class wealth
And sleeping that much won't improve your health
Your interest in me is like dust on the shelf
Easy to brush off despite your mood
Call me a liar I'll show you a fake
My old man told me to think on my own
And I'm sure that's your biggest mistake
Watch the sunrise over Mt. Diablo
If you even bother getting dressed today
You'll avert your eyes neglect the skies
I hate it when you act that way
I miss the old you the one I used to talk to
The one who kept her judgements at bay
Will I ever see you again will I ever see you?
If you cut out scheduled time you'll find piece of mind
Trust me its worth your weight in gold
And if you think you're fine go ahead follow that line
At least none of my friends do what they're told
By what they're sold
Do you look yourself straight in the eyes
And think about who you let between your thighs?
Cut the shit be real with me
You're the only one I ever fucking judge
The one who came to school every day
Woke up for the world, practiced honesty
Her business was hers
Will I ever see you again will I ever see you?
If you cut out scheduled time you'll find piece of mind
Trust me its worth your weight in gold
And if you think you're fine go ahead follow that line
At least none of my friends do what they're told
By what they're sold
If you cut out scheduled time you'll find piece of mind
Trust me its worth your weight in gold
And if you think you're fine go ahead follow that line
At least none of my friends do what they're told
By what they're sold
If you cut out scheduled time you'll find piece of mind
Trust me its worth your weight in gold
And if you think you're fine go ahead follow that line
At least none of my friends do what they're told.
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My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine
But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head
And come back with all that I can find
And write it down on light blue lines
It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times
55 up YV road
Encina on my left
All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft
And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself
But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (you're just a shade of gray)
And all I want is forward progress
And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless.
Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1 2 3
On a list that weighs and measures my priorities
It goes 1-friends 2-bands 3-that green two-tone van
And losing my money it's not about money
Cuz all I want is forward progress
And maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless.
Wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
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4. |
Maker - 19 Maple St.
01:43
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Whats good with us these days?
Do you still even care?
I called you all night, you kept me waiting
Another cold night spent alone in Springfield.
And can you see what this did to me,
I'm outside, waiting at the door,
I hope you choke on every word
Last night I had a dream,
We were hanging outside 19 Maple St.
Every word we spoke,
Just disappeared into the dark like ghosts
And then you made your way back home
(You look so cold, you look so cold)
I could always read the situation
Get up and go and don't believe me
Whats good with us these days?
(Whats good with us these days?)
Do you still even care?
I miss the way I used to feel at home
I always said I loved you more
Forgive me, I couldn't find the words
I hope you got what you deserve
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Maker - Sink Or Swin
03:10
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Stop don’t speak so loud, you're losing your voice
I hate when you yell, lets pack our bags and leave this town
'cause I don’t feel like sticking around,
it’s a like knife you threw right into my eyes,
sliced into my spine all the way through to my heart
And I was cut from the world outside
'cause there’s no anchors to catch me tonight
and even if there was my ankles
they’d slip right through the cuffs and I'll try
I’m lost in my head but I'll be fine,
locked away for all this time
the world could never understand why
What’s the point when I could sink or swim
and you’ll just pass right by?
What’s the point when you’re not listening
What’s the point if were just going to drown alone anyway,
alone where I'll be
What’s the point when I could sink or swim
and you’ll just pass right by tonight
What’s the point when I could sink or swim
and you’ll just pass right by me
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