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Dr Phil and Chill
03:35
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I'm doing okay
I've been alright
I'm doing just fine
No, really
I've been just fucking dandy
I've been splendid as hell
Why don't you believe me?
How can you tell?
Every time I meet someone new
I think of how I'd introduce you
Even though I know I never will
Another month has past
Just wondering how you've been
But I'm no better off wondering
I sat on your couch
And I said
I hate myself
I'd hate to choose between passion for you
Or for yourself
Every time I meet someone new
I think of how I'd introduce you
Even though I know I never will
Another month has past
Just wondering how you've been
But I'm no better off wondering
I'm doing okay
I've been alright
I'm doing just fine
I suppose I burnt my little heart down to ash
Thrown away with receipts, wrecks
And whatever comes next
And I guess that's why nothing important to me can ever last
Thrown away with receipts, wrecks
And whatever comes next
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You asked me how I'm feeling, well
I'm anxious, I'm nervous, I'm tired,
What was that you said again?
I'm fine.
You asked me how I'm feeling, well
I'm tired of letting myself down
Whose fault could that be?
It's only mine.
You asked me how I'm feeling,
Well I suppose I'm surviving,
But hell will freeze before I'm ever right
Let me steal your ideas,
Let me wear your skin.
Share you r memories,
Until your love wears thin.
We were lying when we said
"I won't forget".
You can have as much as you want,
But that's all you'll get
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I don't know if I'm worth getting to know
I think it has something to do with the shape of my nose.
You said you were doing okay
well, we must see things in a very different way,
Because I'm not doing fucking okay
I am not okay
I see you all the time in my dreams
I lost three weeks of my life again it seems
I don't know how or why or when
and I don't know how it happened again
But I know that I am sick of writing songs about you
I don't know if I'm worth getting to know
I think it has something to do with the shape of my nose.
You said you were doing okay
well, we must see things in a very different way,
Because I'm not doing fucking okay
I am not okay
I see you all the time in my dreams
I lost three weeks of my life again it seems
I don't know how or why or when
and I don't know how it happened again
But I know that I am sick of writing songs about you
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A little bit at a time
carefully
Maybe then there's a chance
I wont mess it all up again.
It goes on, and on, and on
until we're all gone.
I'm not the dam I thought I was
but I have the pressure.
I'll burst one day
but I wont hurt anyone
hopefully
No matter how much sleep I get-
Take away the productive hours of the day
I never feel rested, just full of
my growing disappointment and resentment.
Without being rude, what was that supposed to do?
Your compliments wear me down in this state,
and the guilt from that keeps me up at night.
I'm so tired, I'm so tired.
I'm so goddamn unable
I'm so dreadfully ill equipped
I still feel the ghost of my name
lingering on your lips
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nov 9
00:49
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On November 9th
I thought
I should end my life
Then by November 10th
I planned my own death
And by November 12th
I woke up alive
right back in hell
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Sunday Afternoon
01:54
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As Sartre said
we are condemned to be free
to be free
Our options are limited by clothes,
expensive or cheap
What about me?
What's the point of our memories
if it just makes us sad
being stuck behind the scenes
I'm not chasing life
It's following me down the street
playing hide and seek
with who I should be
Everyone
Everyone that I know
Just wants off this ride
Everyone
Everyone that I know
Just wants off this bus I drive
As Sartre said
we are condemned to be free
to be free
Our options are limited by jobs
and all the things
I could never be
What's the point of our memories
if it just makes us sad
being stuck behind the scenes
I'm not chasing life
It's following me down the street
playing hide and seek
with who I should be
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I'd really rather not discuss it at this time
I could explain myself but really why even try
If every confrontation had a solution
Everything for everyone might be alright
If there's anything I can do, I'll apologize
It might be life that's wearing me down
That, or it's these orange streetlights
Really, I know more than likely
In reality it's just time
All the things that you say all keep falling away
My poor memory can't afford to hold anymore
I'll do anything I can do to keep everything from moving forward
My mind is falling behind
Time keeps burying my brain
(I, I don't know, I don't know)
It might be life that's wearing me down
That, or it's these orange streetlights
Really, I know more than likely
In reality it's just time
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Spiderweb Saliva
02:54
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Meaningful means different things to different people
When I said stop, I meant it
Stop
Meaningful means different things to different people
And all the different things different people take into account
When we're making out
I feel like you don't like me
Life is small, life has meaning
Shut up and let me pretend
Is it more important what you do
Or what you intend?
By the time that I'm done here
I wont have a single friend
Meaningful means different things to different people
And all the different things different people take into account
When we're making out
I feel like you don't like me
Life is small, life has meaning
Shut up and let me pretend
Is it more important what you do
Or what you intend?
By the time that I'm done here
I wont have anything left to defend
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I guess we ended up just like this old TV
turning up the volume is the only thing working
The one we had to unplug just to turn it off
the same way you cut yourself off from me
I wish we had died that night on the train
then, at least we wouldn't have had to feel this pain
just tons of steel bearing down on us
crushing our bones and turning us back into dust
I know it will take a lifetime to get you out of my head
and I know it wont happen until after I'm dead.
so I'm smoking each cigarette down to the butt
hoping it will grant me some bit of luck
I still put each dead cigarette back in the pack
because we all know how bad I am at letting go of the past
Am I okay?
Are you okay?
Are we okay?
I guess we ended up just like this old TV
turning up the volume is the only thing working
The one we had to unplug just to turn it off
the same way you cut yourself off from me
I wish we had died that night on the train
then, at least we wouldn't have had to feel this pain
just tons of steel bearing down on us
crushing our bones and turning us back into dust
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Ohioh Fort Smith, Arkansas
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