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Loveless
02:22
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"One more drink" he said "before I leave this place"
As the taste hits his tongue he tries to control his face
He stumbles out the door and checks the time
It's been five months straight with Alice on his mind
"But to be alone is to be strong"
He says as he's curled over the toilet bowl at home
His heart hasn't touched love for so damn long
So he decides to write a broken song with a broken tone
About being Loveless
Loveless
loveless
Because he can't have Alice again
The sun peers through and intrudes his eyelids
He's not ready for the day so he starts autopilot
And he goes to work and sees Joan who smiles
She says "maybe meet me at my place in a little while"
And he thinks because why not
But deep down he knows it's not really what he really wants
But he goes and dislikes what she's got
And he says keep going but he wishes she would stop
"But to be alone is to be strong"
He says as he's curled over the toilet bowl at home
His heart hasn't touched love for so damn long
So he decides to write a broken song with a broken tone
About being Loveless
Loveless
loveless
Because he can't have Alice again
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2. |
Another Day
02:20
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My red eyes they hurt
I'm hung over again
I can't remember much
But I think I lost my only friend
Yea it's just another day in my head
I don't know if I'm ever gonna make it outta my bed
Yea, no I think I might just stay
'Cus I don't really wanna take on the day
My cheek still stings
She slapped me in face
I don't remember much
But I think I made a big mistake
And it's just another day in my head
I don't know if I'm ever gonna make it outta my bed
Yea, no I think I might I'll just stay
'Cus I don't really wanna take on the day
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3. |
Montana
03:28
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There's gonna be a solar eclipse somewhere out west
You can see it in the east but they said out there it's best
I thought about telling you cuz I know Montana was always in your dreams
But I don't really want you going unless your going to go with me
So I'll just keep it to myself
I saw a mom in the park, with a stroller, watching her kids play
From behind I swore it was you, I felt my heart fly away
For it was then that I saw what it would look like if I had my kids with you
You were never sure about having kids but I'm sure of the great job you'll do
Even if it's with someone else
They say I'll move on one day and find somebody new
But they say you never forget your first, turns out that was you
So if this song ever gets made and it reaches your ears
Just know I've been thinking of you all through the years
Until then you won't know how I felt
So I'll just keep it to myself
There's gonna be a solar eclipse somewhere out west
You can see it in the east but they said out there it's best
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4. |
Richard Scary
03:50
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He's afraid of the constant arrival of daylight
And the awkward situations of everyday life
He sweats when he's asked a question
After the first few hundred times he learned his lesson
And he says the world is scary
Just like the trek it takes to get beyond a pretty woman's blouse
So he stays locked inside his old decrepit house
And he has a broken kitchen sink that he needs take apart
But he's afraid he'll break it more so he's afraid to even start
His toilet won't flush so he never seems to go
He never has guests so he watches the dust grow
And he says his house is scary
It's where his wife and kids would play but now it represents gloom
So he stays locked inside his house inside his lonely bedroom
And he says he locks his door at all times just to be safe
But he knows death will find you no matter the time or place
And he keeps the light on to control the time of day
He can't decide where to go so he decides just to stay
But he says his room is scary
His memories still haunt him all of the time
So he stays locked inside his mind, inside his room, inside his house
But he says his mind is scary
From all the things that it carries
And it carries him away
And it carries him away
And it carries him away
And it carries him away
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5. |
Taking and Giving
04:00
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Pillow-less sleep under restless stars
A mind undone by a traitors heart
A battleground of wits and games
Blurred lines of losses and gains
Mistakes I'm no stranger to
Inherently destined to be a fool
The heart stronger than common sense
Forever stuck in the past not the present tense
Memories they'll all remain
Romanticized and glorified
Completed but constantly replayed
My pride both proud and mortified
All the same
The spaces in my fingers is very vast
For opportunities slip, slip right past
The longing for a sense of connection
The desire for hope and redemption
I'm a victim to a fools life
Incapable of doing what is right
Lost in a boundless void
No light, no form, no sense, no noise
Memories they'll all remain
Romanticized and glorified
Completed but constantly replayed
My pride both proud and mortified
All the same
Lost lost with the horizon on all sides
Floating with no sail amongst the waves of life
The heartbreak of love and confusion of living
Inconsequential existence of taking and giving
Memories they'll all remain
Romanticized and glorified
Completed but constantly replayed
My pride both proud and mortified
All the same
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