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mambo no. 6
01:38
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haunted by the sweetest scent of chapstick lips and coffee breath
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corduroy
03:26
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fantasize about a better place
all the memories that you'd like to erase
somewhere high above the trees
that you can climb with such great ease
get away from the human race
and every day you'll be closer to the clouds
you don't have to have everything figured out
so you think yr life is hell
that you need to get away from yrself
mouth the words you wanna shout
oh mirror mirror on the wall, who's got the fairest skin of all?
apathetic adolescent laid back on the floor
self-deprecating depression
her heart is getting sore
yr feeling so stressed out
yeah I've heard it all before
blame it on the worry lines that you got from yr pillow
spending all yr time
wasting all yr time
spending all yr time crying and crying and crying and crying
all this time
all this time
you broke the mirror on yr wall
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thinking emoji 🤔🤔🤔
03:51
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the first of December I remember the most
the night: the void, and our breath like ghosts
the cold embrace of a winter sky
with mitten covered hands held tight
if only you knew all of the secrets that I kept from you
but I've been lying to myself for so long, I'm not even sure what the truth is anymore
oh Magnolia, where have all the good times gone?
oh Magnolia, faded memories still haunt the fractured remnants of a once collected mind
now all of the details that used to be here become increasingly unclear
the face gets more and more distorted
the lines have all been re-recorded
if only you knew all of the secrets that I kept from you
but I've been lying to myself for so long, I'm not even sure what the truth is anymore
oh Magnolia, where have all the good times gone?
oh Magnolia, faded memories still haunt the fractured remnants of a fragile virgin mind
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nervous as i'll ever be
03:00
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tv screen too small and far away
icy roads on a snow day
two souls on an old white couch
background noise, a film that yr not watching
huddled under blankets for warmth
two souls on an old white couch
my heart beats like a drumline
yr concerned, I say I'm fine
I look you in the eyes and see a look I've never seen before
and in this moment I'm as nervous as I'll ever be
feels like I'm frozen, every second is eternity
and by December I hope I still remember
two souls on an old white couch
I can feel the tension growing stronger
the way yr staring deeper into me
two souls on an old white couch
I can tell the night is almost over
and pretty soon I know you'll have to leave
two souls on an old white couch
wrote a song in 6/8 time like that b-side you said you liked
to remember how you told me what nobody's ever told me before
and in this moment I'm as nervous as I'll ever be
wish I was frozen in this second for eternity
but by December all I'll seem to remember is
two souls on an old white couch
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i was a teenage gary
05:48
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missed out on anything and everything involving constant attention
and lately experience, or lack thereof, has led me towards disappointment
so maybe when I confess that I obsess, it's not just self-deprecation
but rather me asking for some help of yrs 'cause I'm too old to be this ignorant
movies & tv screens, they all told me that every dog will have its day
but bad luck and loneliness seem to persist and every opportunity
I fuck up is all my fault. i'm full of faults. and all the words I try to say escape me, and worst of all, emotional attachment's gonna be the death of me
I don't trust you as far as I can throw you
and honestly my body can't do what it used to
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surf wax antarctica
04:03
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porcelain beach on southern Long Island, taking a walk to ease yr troubled mind, or just to pass the time
did we already run out of interesting things to say or am I not worth the time of day to ask anything other than "how about that weather"?
this conversation's dying and yr not even trying
cuz I said what I meant under the influence, just barely making sense
we can go surfing on the waves of December
it'll give you a great sense of pride, or hypothermia
this conversation's dying and yr not even trying
cuz I meant what I said behind incoherent, stuttering sentences
this winter hasn't been great lately, everyone else is out ice skating
but the snow it gets me so distracted
reminds me of yr winter jacket
I get so anxious when I call you, hang up and then turn down the volume
the voice on the tv reminds me that I am just so cowardly
"return the slab"
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music and lyrics by jeff rosenstock
Yeah, I've got friends who wanna catch up on old times
But that just makes me feel ashamed to be me.
And I've got friends who wanna relive the past
And deify memories
And they just scream to me
That if you don't die young
yr gonna live too long.
On the stoop of the apartment next to my shitty job
An old friend passed me on the street today
I said "Hello" and tried to catch up on old times
She walked the other way.
Maybe I seemed to scream
That if I got cancer or somebody shot me
I'd be like a child or something,
Asking doctors to do me favors
or cross my fingers and hope it gets better
Like a broken record, I seem to scream,
If you don't die young, yr gonna live too long.
I was getting drunk in a foreign ocean
Trying to wrap my head around problems
And all my bitterness just seemed passe.
Because I realized as soon as I said it
How long it'd take to swim from Jones Beach to Indonesia
And maybe yr waiting on a call from me.
And maybe yr working in a crowded restaurant
And yr the one who's got a life so fucked up
that you don't know what happened.
Just like you saw me working at some restaurant
Embarrassed 'cause my life was just so fucked up.
And I don't know how it happened.
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better days
03:02
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how's yr life been ever since the government came and took away all of yr possessions? how's yr wife been? how's the kids? did you lose them in the fire or was that just all yr friends? are you homeless? are you broke? does the futon you've been sleeping on just reek of sweat and dope? it's a shitshow, it's the life. yeah, maybe you've seen some better days but it's gonna be alright.
lose a few pounds, trim down yr beard
don't quit yr day job, and better luck next year
are you paying all yr bills? does the landlord take his payment now exclusively in pills? are you drinking just to sleep, with a 40 oz. in one hand in the middle of the street? when life hits you like a truck, does the fact yr even still alive mean yr all out of luck? does it get worse every day? yeah, maybe you've had some better times but it's gonna be okay.
lose a few pounds, trim down yr beard
don't quit yr day job, and better luck next year
everything's been going to shittsburgh ever since you left me
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my life, in shambles
06:15
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the first two weeks were spent on the floor in pieces. nights were long and sleepless, mornings nonexistent. I spent countless hours sat motionless in the shower. spent the last few months just waiting for the summer, and it couldn't have come really any slower, but now it's here and nothing's changed.
misery loves company, and who am I to disagree?
but no one wants to talk to me, so why do I bother checking my phone if there's no one texting me?
it's just a habit I can't shake
I'm so stack overflow, the definition of insanity
just hoping I'll see yr name followed by "hey", "hi", "hello", or "can I ask u a question? it's kind of important"
some people never change and we're perfect examples, cuz I still act the same and now my life's in shambles
a lifetime of regrets, holding on the what-if's, but that's all they'll ever be
that's all they'll ever be
I don't wanna go outside today
(I'm just the third wheel) I can't stand seeing you next to him
(oh, it's no big deal) at least that's what I keep telling them
(ask me how I feel) all I wanna do is get you back
(we're just a Big Wheel) yr the two small wheels in my back holding me back from my true potential
I am a unicycle
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live fast, cy young
03:12
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it's only a matter of time before you realize yr too good for me
and I've just been counting the days until you run away from me
and everything I am will never be enough
you haven't got the time, you never have the time
now I'm just biding my time
it's only a matter of time before you realize I'm no good for you
and you've just been counting the days until I stay away from you
and everything I am will never be enough
you haven't got the time, I haven't got the stuff
it's never up to snuff
we were doomed right from the start
so I'll just pretend things won't fall apart
and now I'm grasping at shreds that were barely held together
by nothing more than Elmer's Glue and wishful thinking
oh, I just don't know
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