1. |
Attention
03:32
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ATTENTION
I’m dragging the drapes back from the windows
And that bone warmth is soaking into my skin
And dashing through that gold and green
Yeah feeling the rush of my heart beat
Chorus:
Yeah you’ve got my attention
These years slipping by
And I’m ready to listen
Cause in the end, everybody dies
So fuck it let’s live life
And isn’t it poetic thinking of death in the fall?
The seasons echoing my mood
So call me Huxlian yeah call me blue
Well I can hear that soft hum of finity too
Been doing what I love just to do it cause
Well in the end no one’s gonna remember me
[Repeat Chorus]
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah you’ve got my attention
That checkered paper falling off the walls
And should I be scared of the subtle counting down?
Or is it weirder that I’m not?
[Repeat Chorus]
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2. |
Live Like This
04:09
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LIVE LIKE THIS
Give it up give it up like you told me to
Fogged glass with names writ and a line through
Can’t you see that I can’t breathe
I’m choking on the words dripping from behind your teeth
And goodbyes never suffice, and summin’ it up what was
As friends slip between my fingers
Like hourglass dust and…
Chorus:
One day I want to tell our kids
And until that day, let’s live like this
And one day I want to reminisce
I want to sing our drinking stories to an audience
I can’t sleep, I can’t think
I’m just holding on to the thoughts of success
We’ll just call it a stress
Shivers buzzin’, I’m just runnin’ from my thoughts
I can’t live if I fail; I created this hell
And all I need is to be me
And not worry about my memories
So just take a deep breath and stop, but just breathe
And maybe I wear my hair long to hide my face from those I avoid
Maybe I’ll play my music loud to cancel out that deceptive voice
And it’s a game of beliefs
So do you want to believe my aging soul?
Don’t write down your thoughts
It’s better to live life without a clue (Oh Yeah)
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus]
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3. |
Asking All the Questions
03:37
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ASKING ALL THE QUESTIONS
Overthinking, exaggerating
In my head, in my head, in my head, in my head
Yeah the whole in the wall that’s my fault
No, I’m not sorry, I won’t apologize any more
And I love the way you look when you feel good
And I love, I love, I love, I love
Captivated by the strobes and the lights
All night and no, I can’t take my eyes off of you
Chorus:
And I, I, I, I don’t know which way you’re going
And you (ooh) are leading me to the unknown
And they, they, they, they are asking all the questions
And we are turning our backs to the
Take me to bed
Let me play with your hair, your hair, your hair, your hair
Whisper in my ear all the things I want to hear, to hear, to hear, to hear
[Repeat Chorus]
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4. |
Boxed Wine
03:42
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BOXED WINE
And so I pour my thoughts from a boxed red wine
Its blood droplets, they’re littered across a tabletop
Cheers to a memory of a memory of a night unforgot
Give it up; I tell myself I’m behind closed eyes
Hiding an I missed you tonight
As I wish you good night
Chorus:
I’ll be waiting for
(that seeing you again high)
Can you feel it in the air
(while on facetime timeline)
Meet me at the air-o-port
(don’t wanna say goodbye)
I know we’ll be the ones to make this work
Yeah, I swear on my heart that I’m gonna see you again
And I still see you walking out of the guest room
A toilet paper veil; my bride of the afternoon
Dancing to our favorite album under a quarantine moon
Two weeks straight been living at your dorm room
Showers with our clothes on
And we’ve been laughin’ at the inside jokes and 80’s themed dance off
holding your hands and spinning you in circles
[Repeat Chorus]
This time again tomorrow, I’ll be the one to hold you
This time again tomorrow, I’ll be the one to hold you
This time again tomorrow, I’ll be the one to hold you
This time again tomorrow, I’ll be the one to hold you
This time again tomorrow, I’ll be the one to hold you
This time again tomorrow, I’ll be the one to hold you
(Ooh) and I’ll be waiting for
(that seeing you again high)
Can you feel it in the air
(while on facetime timeline)
Meet me at the air-o-port
(don’t wanna say goodbye)
Cause I’ll be waiting for
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5. |
Marooned
03:12
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(none)
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6. |
Unusual
03:44
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UNUSUAL
Talking when I’m nervous it’s not that unusual, unusual
Don’t leave me alone; it’s unforgivable; it’s criminal
And I’m not the man to worry about the weather
I’m not the man to get it all together
Feeling great, caught up in the masquerade
Knowing me from them and every reason why they fit in place
Chorus:
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
I strived too long for this, too hard for this
And I’m feeling head strong but it’s too late
So why stop now
(oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, woah)
(oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, woah)
Don’t call me a Kitten on the Keys
I’ll never be that good but damn I’m free
I’ve got my shit car, steel if you please
It all worked out, it’s just one of those memories
Chorus:
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
I strived too long for this, too hard for this
And I’m feeling head strong but it’s too late
So why stop now
I won’t abide by your restrictions
I won’t abide by your predilections
I’ll make my way; take the path less travelled by
Feeling good, I won’t stop tonight
[Repeat Chorus]
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7. |
21 Cents and a Cigarette
04:04
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21 CENTS AND A CIGARETTE
Hanging with the Robins
Wanting to flap our wings and make some change
Beads of sweat dripping down our faces
As we looked around
Whose idea was this anyways?
Approached by a pig-skinned pastor
Speaking the devil and he asked “boy what’s your name?”
Saved by a grace in her own way
A cigarette angel with a scarred face
Chorus:
She was a girl with a boy’s name
She was the only one to stop by that day
As she said “here’s 21 cents and a cigarette, here’s 21 cents and a cigarette.”
You know you live the musician’s life
When you pull up in a car cheaper than your guitar
And that’s not to say I don’t love it
Let’s say I’m on to something new.
We listen to the radio through a bass amp just to know what’s going on
You might think the lyrics don’t make sense, but trust me you’re wrong
Yeah, you’re wrong
Well, I write my songs to prove myself to someone from too long ago
And I say
And I say (yeah)
[Repeat Chorus]
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8. |
Westward Bound
04:32
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WESTWARD BOUND
And that’s why I’m westward bound
Going down at the sound of this gun
Don’t hold me back no more, back no more son
I’m so goddammed tired of the way I’ve been pushed around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s why I’m westward bound, westward bound.
Yeah, 21 days and I haven’t been found
Been lost so long that I’m feeling beat
I must admit, I’m exhausted, weary
The soles of my shoes are all worn down to the soles of my feet.
Chorus:
And that’s why I’m westward bound
Going down at the sound of this gun
Don’t hold me back no more, back no more son
I’m so goddammed tired of the way I’ve been pushed around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s why I’m westward bound, westward bound.
And forfeit my thoughts for a better life
You’ve got my arm twisted behind my mind
You pull us apart and watch as we fade away
You pull us apart, watch as we fade away.
And so we fight in the hidden war
And so we fight for those worth fighting for
If you look from time to time
You can read the lines of my mistakes
so we fight in the hidden war.
And that’s why I’m westward bound.
[Repeat Chorus]
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9. |
Serotonin
04:20
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SEROTONIN
I have a care to know
What you’re thinking of me
Well I follow your standards of discrepancy
So drown my sorrow and drown my pity
Well I find myself believing in certainty
Oh and darling tell me what you see in me
Cause I need to know
Yeah I need to know,
And I need to know right now
Oh and I’m feeling pristine
Standing on the edge of this ravine
With my back to what I’m not
I don’t feel like being forgot
Chorus:
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh, ooh ooh ooh
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh, ooh ooh ooh
I’m Serotonin, I’m Serotonin, I’m Serotonin for my sins
I’m Serotonin, I’m Serotonin, I’m Serotonin for my sins
(Hit it Gio)
I need to tell you something
Something I never told anyone
I find it better being told what to believe by the T.V. screen
Oh and I find it kind of funny, I find it trivial
We say “hello, how are you?”
Where have you been? Oh I don’t care
Maybe I’m running away
Knowing that I am out of place
I’m out of date
I am concerned that everything
I believe is a product of this bias I perceive
Don’t worry about me
Knowing that I’ll be happier going my own speed
Think for yourself
Or at least that’s the story you’re supposed to sell.
[Repeat Chorus]
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10. |
Who the Hell Cares
06:03
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