1. |
For Keeps
02:44
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i did, like, five dishes, and called it a day
but, hey, i've done far worse-- so don't @ me, okay?
since it's useless to stew in one's own filthy thoughts--
why not take to the seas, try your hand tying knots?
now it's nose to the grindstone
(except when it's not)
'cause sometimes you have reasons --
sometimes you forgot.
if all else still fails
and i'm out of ideas,
don't mind me, i'll be patient;
no more crocodile tears.
i gathered my laundry and left it right there
(there's no part of me in the mood to do stairs)
when the sides of my cheeks hurt from faking my mood,
don't say it's a problem with my attitude:
because i'm skilled at spinning
i've been trained to adapt,
there's something for everyone
everyone's lacked;
so when i'm out of breath
and my joints start to freeze,
feel free to take over
and sing this reprise:
when playing for keeps, the sea's your best bet;
oh, the sea's your best bet when you're playing for keeps.
when playing for keeps, the sea's your best bet;
oh, the sea's your best bet when playing for keeps.
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2. |
Old Teenager
01:37
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do you ever
have to borrow
cash for buying
thrifted clothes?
they'll unravel
as predicted--
your outfit's
been foreclosed
then you go to
apply for jobs where
your skills could
make you bank,
but your credentials
get you nowhere,
you're still the
lowest rank
don't wanna be a useless old teenager,
asleep in the corner of the rager,
paranoid that mom and dad will blame her--
...don't grow up if you don't plan to grow!
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3. |
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not like gravel,
more like a weight
unevenly spread out;
something hurried,
something delayed---
when neither was allowed;
not my problem,
i can't relate;
i guess we'll both make do--
...now is it so unreal for me to want to spend my time with you?
something fragile,
something to break,
something i can't use;
someone show me
what's mine to take,
'cause i am so confused;
i'm not here to
plan my escape,
unless you want me to--
...now is it so unreal for me to want to spend my time with you?
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4. |
Left Field
03:54
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completely out of character
and, also, left field,
there must have been resistance
to the way it was revealed;
i never saw it coming,
you're always so even-keeled--
but now that i know,
my lips are sealed.
there are games that can't be won;
and there are things that i have done.
if you're not going on the run,
then what are you to anyone?
unlikely that you'll hear this one
or hear me again,
the only closure i may feel
could be through this pen;
and if you come to think about me
every now and then,
please don't dwell on what i'm not,
but what we could have been.
there are games that can't be won;
and there are things that i have done.
if you're not going on the run,
then what are you to anyone?
you had me going.
you had me.
there are games that can't be won;
and there are things that i have done.
if you're not going on the run,
then what are you to anyone?
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5. |
Cut My Teeth
02:55
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clenching my jaw tighter
i can only picture you and me;
can't release the tension
to a somewhat bearable degree.
if i were in my shoes,
i would go on a murder spree;
but, since i can't,
i guess i'll stew here in my own debris:
but you're not the love i cut my teeth on,
and i'm not so sad to hear that you're gone;
some nights, i wonder if it was wrong
to sit back and let this go for so long?
loafing all around the house
and barely eating any food,
if i were the internet
you would call this a "real big mood."
i wish you weren't the one
i had initially pursued,
but, since you are,
i guess i'll lay here feeling pretty screwed:
'cause you're not the love i cut my teeth on,
and i'm not so sad to hear that you're gone;
some nights, i wonder if it was wrong
to sit back and let this go for so long?
...i promised nothing...
you're not the love i cut my teeth on,
and i'm not so sad to hear that you're gone;
some nights, i wonder if it was wrong
to sit back and let this go for so long?
yeah, you're not the love i cut my teeth on.
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6. |
Definitely, Please
03:42
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i not-so-secretly
want to drive you crazy,
i don't feel at all bad
if this move is lazy!
the way that you have me
makes my brain feel hazy;
if nothing else happens,
at least this won't phase me!
(definitely, definitely)
i'll be waiting on my knees
(this attraction has to be)
a communicable disease
(just to give perspective)
you are absolutely being a tease--
so definitely, definitely, please!
if, one day, we found our-
selves in a situation like this,
i would use all my strength
to summon telekinesis
to bring you in towards me,
it's something i don't want to miss,
if i don't bring this up now,
then i would be remiss!
(definitely, definitely)
i'll be waiting on my knees
(this attraction has to be)
a communicable disease
(just to give perspective)
you are absolutely being a tease--
so definitely, definitely, please!
...if you want to do this, you should say so now!
(there are not a ton of things i won't allow)
i can't see the other side of this, somehow--
just because i think that it'd be great, like, really, wow!
(definitely, definitely)
i'll be waiting on my knees
(this attraction has to be)
a communicable disease
(just to give perspective)
you are absolutely being a tease--
so definitely, definitely, please!
yeah definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely...please!
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7. |
Molly
03:52
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dodging glances on the train,
like you don't know me.
second chances are to blame,
and we're getting antsy.
i'm the one who feeds the flame,
yeah, it's so easy;
but once we've called this thing by name,
you can see it plainly:
but, molly,
you left with someone new--
if this is what you're gonna do,
then i can't be with you.
yeah, molly,
it's like i've said before:
when love becomes a chore,
then i can't see you anymore.
it's so impractical to say
that feelings guide us,
when what's more rational, of late,
is deep inside of
the ones we've gone and locked away,
(so no reminders),
it's scary what gets seen to stay
without your blinders:
but, molly,
you left with someone new--
if this is what you're gonna do,
then i can't be with you.
yeah, molly,
it's like i've said before:
when love becomes a chore,
then i can't see you anymore.
i could have told you sooner;
the best is all i do for
the ones who stay aloof, or,
the one whom i am drawn toward...
but, molly,
you left with someone new--
if this is what you're gonna do,
then i can't be with you.
yeah, molly,
it's like i've said before:
when love becomes a chore,
then i can't see you anymore.
yeah, molly, i can't see you anymore.
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8. |
Make Things Worse
03:48
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they say you come around and you make things worse,
make things worse, don't you?
so you don't need to know how i got here first,
got here first, and why i need:
auditory stimulation,
constant soundtrack for my life;
in any other situation,
i would ask you for some quiet.
so, please, hold your tongue
until we get things done,
and while this song is sung,
you can fill your lungs.
it's only gonna work if you wait your turn,
wait your turn, not like
this ever was a matter of your concern,
your concern, so now i need:
auditory stimulation,
constant soundtrack for my life;
in any other situation,
i would ask you for some quiet.
so, please, hold your tongue
until we get things done,
and while this song is sung,
you can fill your lungs.
did you need me to be yours?
...did you need me to be your:
auditory stimulation,
constant soundtrack for my life?
in any other situation,
i would ask you for some quiet.
so, please, hold your tongue
until we get things done,
and while this song is sung,
you can fill your lungs.
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9. |
Same Deal
03:04
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if you had told me this time last year
that i would be standing here...
it's like i said "hey, shoot your shot"
and then the world said "...hold my beer."
i think i've set personal records
with the sportsmanship i've shown,
and you could notch up my whole bedpost
with the chances i have blown.
new year; same deal.
at this price, you'd consider it a steal.
i could have warned you, you had better things to do
than sit around and listen to me do my spiel--
if you need to go now, that's real.
the ghost of drama yet to come
leans on my ikea bookshelf;
i'm nothing but a mirage,
a shallow husk of my former self.
if i appear to you in dream,
then you must exorcise restraint:
i look like a manic pixie dream girl, but,
babe, you know i ain't.
new year; same deal.
at this price, you'd consider it a steal.
i could have warned you, you had better things to do
than sit around and listen to me do my spiel--
if you need to go now, that's real.
i could have gone by now,
but you gave me nothing to go by!
i just meant to do you a solid,
not give you the evil eye!
new year; same deal.
at this price, you'd consider it a steal.
i could have warned you, you had better things to do
than sit around and listen to me do my spiel--
if you need to go now, that's real.
...if you need to go now, that's real!
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10. |
Hang Around
02:30
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i guess i ought to thank you,
or else apologize;
i could use a buzzfeed how-to,
so someone plz advise.
no part of me is sober, and
no part of me cares to waste your time.
when all is said and done,
it's a weight off both my shoulders,
and i'll try anything once
to alleviate the boredom;
with our limited funds,
we've no right to become hoarders--
but i want you to hang around.
yeah, i want you to hang around.
i've lowered expectations,
updated all my friends:
no noise on new relationships
(call it a ten-day cleanse).
it's some real dialectics,
holding you with both hands,
so let's let go.
when all is said and done,
it's a weight off both my shoulders,
and i'll try anything once
to alleviate the boredom;
with our limited funds,
we've no right to become hoarders--
but i want you to hang around.
yeah, i want you to hang around.
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11. |
Apologies
02:31
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i'm up to some-
thing terrible it seems;
there's no redemp-
tion in fulfilling your bad dreams.
so if you're with
me then we're going for extremes:
i'm only here
to scope out the opposing teams.
i'm wishing on the dandelions i've tread upon...
this one's going out for you,
this one's going out for you!
apologies, apologies, ah-ah-ah-ah-pologies!
i've always known my cue,
so from my point of view:
apologies, apologies, ah-ah-ah-ah-pologies!
if i digress,
i'm labeled as irrational;
when i'm depressed,
i tend to hold back mouthfuls--
but i confess:
the way my chemistry pulls,
i'm not impressed
with your redacted tactfuls.
can you teach me how to swim? i'm drowning without you...
this one's going out for you,
this one's going out for you!
apologies, apologies, ah-ah-ah-ah-pologies!
i've always known my cue,
so from my point of view:
apologies, apologies, ah-ah-ah-ah-pologies!
(fucking thank you;
thank you so much!)
apologies, apologies, ah-ah-ah-ah-pologies!
apologies, apologies, ah! ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
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12. |
Clairvoyant
02:33
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every night, a different scheme,
with the same memo attached.
printed off my own machine
(not that i'd been asked).
you can't shake these dreams, they come in dozens.
and i can't see what parts me from the others?
you're so clairvoyant, aren't you?
so, then, tell me how sorry i am.
don't waste your time with follow-through
(at least, at least not one worth a damn).
for all i know, this was one long con,
the gift that keeps on giving.
joke's on you, 'cause i'm still gone--
apparently still living!
this was no divine intervention,
it's just stuff that i forgot to mention.
you're so clairvoyant, aren't you?
so, then, tell me how sorry i am.
don't waste your time with follow-through
(at least, at least not one worth a damn).
don't you fucking say that it's my fault.
you're so clairvoyant, aren't you?
so, then, tell me how sorry i am.
don't waste your time with follow-through
(at least, at least not one worth a damn).
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13. |
Cul-de-Sac (Stall)
02:29
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got my fingers crossed,
tell me what i've lost?
never mind the cost;
i've so much left to give!
that chronic pain,
that trauma brain;
it's so hard to maintain
what could be called a win!
(a narrow cul-de-sac)
it's not so easy to stall!
my one last cigarette,
how lucky can i get?
if i've but one regret:
it's reaching past my grasp!
sneaking 'round to the back
(don't cut me any slack),
bear weight down 'til the crack,
and then collect the scraps!
(a narrow cul-de-sac)
it's not so easy to stall!
oh, it's not so easy to stall!
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14. |
Down Swinging
03:30
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...not just a glancing blow,
you've captured my attention!
inducing vertigo,
and sodium retention.
no miles left to go,
but i forgot to mention:
this one's for the win!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
i am to combat boots,
as you are to an iron fist.
you've been in deep cahoots,
while i am still top on your list;
they say the loser shoots
first, and asks their questions next--
so where've you been?
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
not one to fake it,
nor one to see things through;
interrelatedly,
i'll try when i'm with you!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
if i go down...
...i'm going down swinging!
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