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I Look Up to Jim
02:03
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If I thought you would hear me
I would tell you that I'm sorry
So, if you're listening
I'm sorry for everything
But can we all stop pretending like we're not both guilty
I know I've got blood on my hands
But yours are fucking filthy
Can we all stop pretending, 'cause that's what fucking kills me
I know our death was by my hands
But you made it come so quickly
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A song about a parking lot
To make you think that I'm punk rock
And whether I like it or not
I'm sure I'll hate it in six months
I'll mention a few punks by name
Even if I think it sounds fucking lame
It's really, truly all the same
'Cause Jeff and Taylor both thought it was cool
I'm still at the top of the list of all the things that I hate
But next on that list is everything that I create
I'll write a song about a broken heart
And how my whole world fell apart
And we'll both know right from the start
How this song's gonna end
Predictable use of four chords
Two minutes in we'll both be bored
If I'm lucky like Chris from Dashboard
This song will get stuck in your head
I'm still at the top of the list of all the things that I hate
But next on that list is everything that I create
I'll write a song about how I'm getting better
Maybe not now, but you know, whenever
From where I'm standing it feels like forever
Until I feel that strong
I can't be sad forever
I won't be sad forever
I'm always working on getting better
'Cause I refuse to be sad forever
(x1000)
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I spent the past two weeks on a bed with no sheets
Tossing and turning, trying to get some sleep
'Cause I've been sleeping on making amends
On every mistake that I've made
I've got a heart tattooed on my right wrist
Just to remind me that I am a piece of shit
'Cause there's a piece of my heart that's stuck
In that time and that place
I'm sorry, I'm sorry for who I used to be
And that you were stuck standing right there beside me
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for everything
Please just hear these words
Please don't close your eyes
We both know you're used to being on the winning side
There's much more to privilege than having the most money
We try to tell you when you're wrong, but you just think it's funny
Your bone headed views and your bone headed boy
I've got a bone to pick with you, so let's stop being coy
You call yourself an ally
You call yourself a friend
You call me at least twice a week
And that's not where it ends
You refuse to fight for change if it doesn't affect your life
You refuse to see through other people's eyes
Maybe you will admit you're wrong
If you hear it in the form of a song
You refuse to use your privilege to anyone else's advantage
I'm just so certain the marginalized people in your life
Would greatly appreciate it
If you would cut the bullshit, myself included
You refuse to use your privilege to anyone else's advantage (x1000)
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Untitled
02:17
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I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on proximity
I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on the way I think of me
Another night of stolen conversations
Another night of miscommunication
Another night of lowered expectation
Another night of-
The tattoo on my leg says "Never get Tired"
But I'm growing tired of thinking of you
Is that what "best friends" mean to you?
I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on proximity
I'm growing tired of half hearted friendships that seem to be based mostly on the way I think of me
The tattoo on my leg says "Never get Tired"
Is that what "best friends" means to you? (x 1,000)
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5. |
Princess Peach
03:57
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I keep thinking about self medication
In the form of caffeine, nicotine, and your Spotify stations
'Cause Nancy from the IHOP on 19 and Curlew
Knows I take my coffee without creamer because of you
And this may seem like a trivial memory
But I can't go three days without wondering if you still think of me
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me the way I think of you?
'Cause all I wanted was a hand to hold
And someone to share my pack of menthol cigarettes
And all you wanted was a shoulder to cry on and sex
You're so full of yourself
You'll probably tell of my ex-best friends all about this song
I wrote, where I don't mention your name
But you're pretty sure I wrote it about you
I only wish you could understand
I spent the past two years living inside my head
I was too goddamned busy hating myself
To even consider loving anyone else
Anyone else
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T+
02:51
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I've never seen 7th Avenue so crowded before
People on the streets, on the sidewalk, in all of the stores
Wel,, I know I should feel like these people are my peers
Well, I hate to be cliche, but I feel alone in the crowd here
Ian McKaye sang of feeling like a black sheep
Feeling out of step to the people stepping around me
Well, I'm all for pride, and I'm all for fighting the man
Btu if you're so goddamned inclusive, why can't you include "they/them?"
You added a pink stripe to your flag
You added a pink stripe to your flag
But you can't act like you added anyone at all
You added a pink stripe to your flag
You added a pink stripe to your flag
But you can't act like you added anything at all
(x 1,000)
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I wanna tell you how much I hate you
In a cacophony of sound
But all I've got is a ukulele
And thoughts of how I wish you were still around
I used to tell you that I loved you
More than I said it to myself
Well hindsight's 20/20
I knew you were promising us hell
I want to remember my dreams
Or remember how to create a false memory
Or fall into an alternate reality
Where I haven't fallen out of love with me
I think I remember one dream
Where you and I were hanging out, catching some Z's
And if memory serves I told you I loved you
And you said the same to me
And as the ambient city lights
Creep through the cracks in our aluminium blinds
I'm lying awake, tossing and turning
Playing it back through my mind
I spent so much time defending you
But you left us all behind
You spent so much time caring for yourself
But didn't care to say goodbye
Well, I'd rip the flesh off my right arm
If it meant that I could forget you
Or it gave me the will power
To just pretend that I had never met you
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8. |
HO1KG
02:30
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Looking back two years
We were both so ready to be anywhere but here
But now that it’s real, I’m not ready to disappear
So much has changed since those L-shaped couch days
Inebriated nights in our bedroom, the flies, termites, and the monsoon
We all hated that house, we all said “FUCK OFF HEATH”
But dammit if I don’t miss it, and what it did for me
Sitting on the porch until four in the morning, drunkenly exchanging our drunken stories
Eli brought enough Rolling Rock to last us for days
Everything smells like boiled peanuts, Nathan brought Doritos and that’s enough to feed us
Fumbling through some silly cover song in a haze
There’s streamers on the ceiling from four different birthdays
Somebody and Neil are asleep on the futon, and they’ll both be gone by morning
The floor is covered in confetti and plastic dinosaurs but Suki seems to like it anyway
Strech tore down a city dressed as a Hawaiian shirt dinosaur, and that made Rowan’s birthday
We all hated that house, we all said “FUCK OFF HEATH”
But dammit if I don’t miss it, and what it did for me
We all hate this town, we all say “FUCK ST PETE”
But dammit I might just die here, if I die with my friends,
Well that’s okay with me
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9. |
Liquid Sunshine
03:04
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It's the middle of March and it's 85 degrees
I'm driving through Clearwater with Vacation on repeat
I'm on my eighth cup of coffee, not even thinking of sleep
It's the best that I've felt in weeks
I'll get a house with my friends in South Saint Pete
And feel at home for the first time since 2013
Or I'll ride my bike to somewhere that I've never seen
Or somewhere in-between
I'm trying my best to do the best I can
In these trying times
I'm trying my best not to forget myself again
At least I'm trying this time
It's early July and it's 100 degrees
I'm trying to get some sleep but there's no fucking AC
It feels like a sauna, and I feel like defeat
'Cause I can't fucking breath
I can't pay my bills, I don't know how we'll eat
I'd pick up another job, but then when would I sleep?
There's only two ends to a candle, but I'm trying to burn three
I'm giving up on me
I'm trying my best to do the best I can
In these trying times
I'm trying my best not to forget myself again
At least I'm trying this time
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10. |
I Don't Know, Tim
05:09
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Last night, I slept with satin sheet in lieu of blankets
It's freezing in your apartment
But if we weren't here
I don't think that we'd make it
I'm searching for motivation
And you're forcing conversation
But I like it
As far apart as we can be
While still being together
I won't fight it
This has been the longest month that I can remember
I've been listening to The Promise Ring
Like it's the early November
It's sad when, you're fighting with yourself
I can't find a leg to stand on
Figuratively speaking
But also in reality
I'm finished with this syndicated sitcom
It rained overnight, but the storm is still coming
Mom rented a trailer
We said we'd be out by Monday
I can't pay two rents cause I hear the shops closing
But I'm still drinking canned cold brew
And eating McMuffins
I'm running out of excuses for the bags under my eyes
The jokes get a chuckle
But we both know they're lies
And there lies the last time
That I slept through the night
'Cause I'm up every hour
Just to check the time
This has been the longest month that I can remember
I've been listening to The Promise Ring
Like it's the early November
It's sad when, you're fighting with yourself
I can't find a leg to stand on
Figuratively speaking
But also in reality
I'm finished with this syndicated sitcom
I CAN'T FIND A LEG TO STAND ON
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11. |
VHS Marathon
03:25
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I spent the past eleven years wearing rose-tinted glasses
And feeling real sad about
Someone that I never really got to get to know
Never got to find my feelings
Never got to formulate opinions of my own
Judging by the evidence shown
There was some misinformation 'bout that situation living at home
I can't hold you to a higher standard
Than I choose to hold myself or my friends
'Cause we're all humans
And nobody's perfect
But you cut short your redemption
When you cut short to the end
I guess I've slowly started to realize
That I've slowly started to romantacize
All the times that we had spent together
I was so sure that they'd last forever
But if I crouch down so we could see eye to eye
It would come down to a whole crock of lies
'Cause if you were here today
It would be us versus them
It would be father versus faggot
Two different shades of red
NANANA
I'm not sad that you're gone
I'm just made that you left (x1000)
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Community Couch Florida
Three-piece (Occasionally four-piece) band from various parts of the St. Pete/Tampa area of Florida. Farting.
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