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lords of nothing
02:35
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I was flying by on 65; paralyzed by the sight of the Nashville skyline, when suddenly my stomach sunk. Oh, fuck- I didn't know I missed us this much. A tad too late for such saccharine stuff... Hey- let's go downtown. We're loaded. Time to show out how we've blown it all. We used to own these streets when the blood was pouring down. We used to own these streets, but we're the lords of nothing now. I was riding high, blindsided by you staring daggers back. It's like I fell off a cliff and died on impact. Your scathing gaze betrays what I've become: enemy to everyone. Sure as shit, you'll see me, then turn and run. Hey- let's go downtown. We're loaded. Time to show out how we've blown it all. We used to own these streets when the blood was pouring down. We used to own these streets, but we're the lords of nothing now.
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clueless (as if)
02:33
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A million times a day, you say she's one in a million, but she's never whole. “Take her along,” you say. Keep her close all the time, but she feels so cold. You portray different planes as you bargain for secondhand feelings. Leave you wanting more. You have no clue where you stand here. “Another night instead,” she says to you again, so you keep your hold. Stuck between where she lives and where she's willing to walk to, so you're still alone. Looking through pain anew; one that's all in your head. Coming to, played on loop over and over again. You have no clue where you stand here.
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Let's not ruin this yet. We'll knock that part out later. When I'm through feeling zen, we'll talk about “us” then. Waking up from dreams of kissing in your basement, wondering where that bright smile on your face went. It's like the spark of your life has been smothered in shite. If I'm right, don't deny it- I won't sleep at night. Let's not ruin this yet. We'll knock that part out later. When I'm through feeling zen, we'll talk about “us” then. This ends the same whether it's two years or it's seven: with goodbye notes that read “you're gonna kill in heaven.” Be present, centered, and focused taking this all in. Am I hear in the moment? Yes- and it's all covered in shit. Let's not ruin this yet. We'll knock that part out later. When I'm through feeling zen, we'll talk about “us” then. Waking up from dreams I'm crumpled in your waste bin, wondering what blank expressions on your face meant. This ends the same... always the same: with goodbye notes that read “you're gonna kill.”
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You set my world on the stovetop, turned the burners on, and you walked away; pulled the smoke alarm and turned your face, but couldn't find the door. I know you'll be somewhere near to watch me burn up and disappear. Everyone who's anyone that knows anything knows that you've got it coming, but everyone who's anyone that knows anything knows that I had it coming from you. You struck a match from behind my neck. Felt my hair stand up with every step you'd take. I'll give you the matchbook. Walk to me, but never close enough. You know I'll be somewhere close, playing with the matches that'll burn us both. Everyone who's anyone that knows anything knows that you've got it coming, but everyone who's anyone that knows anything knows that I had it coming from you. I've been over-served. I'll be due to burst. You best bring your gloves. You cut my fuse too short. Drag our heels over every match that we dropped. They say it's our own hell; we both deserve what we got. Everyone who's anyone that knows anything knows that you've got it coming, but everyone who's anyone that knows anything knows that I had it coming from you.
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get me 2 the grave
02:23
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Accrued all the pain without any of the gain. I'm through with the game, now just get me to the grave. My shadow friend's come to see me again and I can't remember where, or when, or how, or why it was we first met. Clear in the mirror over my shoulder smiling, whispering vile: “You'll never do or be enough. Hey, kid- heads up, I'm gonna be here a while.” Accrued all the pain without any of the gain. I'm through with the game, now just get me to the grave. I wonder how much shame's easy to read on my face. I'm worried that the baby doesn't think that people can change. No matter what weight's placed on finding peace with yourself, you'll only wind up in positions where nobody can tell. My shadow friend's come to see me again. Shadow friend, tell me: how long has it been?
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Call me selfish, but I know my place, and I've grown tired of tirelessly finding it erased. See the person on the curb. See the person in the chair. Look away without a single care how they got there. I'm sick of being left where the world wants me to stay. I've got something to say... Fuck the world for dragging me kicking and screaming to your doorstep, just to keep it spinning. Say my sentence loud for all to hear, so you and I can't lie, and we can finally take the time to say... Fuck the world for dragging me kicking and screaming to your doorstep, just to keep it spinning. The world's been dragging me.
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happy as a clam
02:24
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Sounds like you're happy as a clam; floating off to no-man's land. Surprised you couldn't find a damn to throw the lad you'd grown out and thrown out with the bath. Calm like a bomb. Would it please the court to see me off to die now? Question every decision made, then clip the wrong wires all the same. Defuse away. Once this blows up in your face, then you can read it back and let the record show: I'll see you in hell before I see you in Reno. Sounds like you're happy as a clam; floating off to no-man's land. Surprised you couldn't find a damn to throw the lad you'd grown out and thrown out with the bath. Go press your luck when everything's coming up fuck. You've go to be in it to know; feel it to show it. It's just busy signals when I call your phone up. Whether or not we grew to be this rotted out or simply started sour doesn't matter one bit. Gold jacket, green jacket; who gives a shit?
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Climbing. Stalling. Holding. Falling. Waxing poetic of old haunted glory, while you settle to dregs of a silent mourning. Somebody exalt me... assaulted by silence and stares. Somebody insult me... it's not like anybody cares. It means less to me: the days that you were gone; the roads that lead to places you have been. Gone for a long time. Do you think you could spell that part of your life? Got the right profile to sell you on the timeshare, if you act in a hurry. Find perfect happiness in a parking lot in New Jersey. Somebody exalt me... assaulted by silence and stares. Somebody insult me... it's not like anybody cares. It means less to me: the days that you were gone; the roads that lead to places you have been. Somebody? Anybody?
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You're a liar. You're a faker: pretending you don't remember. Well, I'm tired of the vacant stares; pretending you don't know you still owe me, used-to-know-me. We can always find you in dangerous headspace; constantly compensating to save face. You never stop. Play like you ain't got a problem. Will you ever grow up, or just hang out on the bottom? Your true colors shine so long and bright over those you prey on. You vampire- yeah, you bleed me dry and bite off the hands you're fed by. Who's so phony, pseudo-homie? We can always find you in dangerous headspace; constantly compensating to save face. You never stop. Play like you ain't got a problem. Will you ever grow up, or just hang out on the bottom? Yo- is this a picture of your saved face, or just another of the same fake snake face? I'm struggling to keep a straight face at how you upload selfies far from naysayers now. Your one-liners can thrive in safe spaces found below the photos of your same fake snake face.
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STAY. STILL.
02:58
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I find it amazing that you can't seem to shut your mouth, even when you're about to drown. I can see you receding. I can't stop the bleeding if you won't just stay still. Say you'll stay still. I walk through this deluge, and somehow find my way to your porch and ideal view. This choice is entertaining: I could throw you to either side. Yeah, I could let these branches and you collide. I'd rather hear an earful from those new scars I gave you than see you facedown floating so still. Say you'll stay still. I walk through this deluge, and somehow find my way to your porch and ideal view. I'm not begging; I'm only saying that you need this more than I need to be breathing air. I'm not begging; I'm only saying that you need this more than I need to breathe.
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I'm out here waiting for you. Feels like I just get brushed aside. I'm out here waiting for you. No explanations are due. Seems for your best I'm left behind. I'm out here waiting while you cut the line. Let's keep breaking our own rules. Maybe I'll finish this whole bottle and pass out facedown in the pool. Tomorrow might feel better, if it even feels at all. I fought for you all summer, but got so burnt out by the fall. I'm out here waiting for you; not cool enough to be brought inside. I'm out here waiting for you. By now, I'm used to this: how swiftly I slip from your mind. I'm out here waiting while you cut the line. Let's keep breaking our own rules. Maybe I'll finish this whole bottle and pass out facedown in the pool. Tomorrow might feel better, if it even feels at all. I fought for you all summer, but got so burnt out by the fall.
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Banned from the back yard. You didn't have to take it that far, but you don't have it in you to hold back- do you? Slay the captain just to run us aground, and then you'll play the victim 'til karma circles back around. I'd say that I feel sorry for you, but I don't. You can let go of the coattails, or burn with the coat. Phantom of the top bar. You always keep us staying on guard. Something deep inside you's missing a piece or two. Stick up dopes with made-up stories you confound. You can piss up ropes, but what goes up comes down. I'd say that I feel sorry for you, but I don't. You can let go of the coattails, or burn with the coat.
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barely background
02:21
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I would be nameless, grave, and silent in your grand-scale war film. Outmatched. Over my head. Unknown among your leading men. Don't say I'm such a natural; breathless, full of holes, and barely in your background. I would be depicted devoid of meaning, facedown, heart not beating. Swift and sad was my end. Never saw it coming. Don't say I'm such a natural; breathless, full of holes, and barely in your background.
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