1. |
Crooked Mouth
03:57
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I've been livin' with the lonely,
Cause I've got time to waste now.
And I can't spend it with the smitten
Livin' life just like they figured it out.
And you keep sendin' me your letters.
Cause you've got time to waste now.
You know you used to be so busy,
Ain't it silly how it all works out.
When you still got your open eyes
And I still got my crooked mouth
I spent a couple years on fire
With nothin' there to put me out
And now I'm left here in the dark
Without a spark and nothin' on my brow.
'Cept this all familiar furrow
When I had a smile I put it down
I lost my heart when I went mad,
Took out an ad, it's probably gone by now
But I don't really seem to miss it
All that much anyhow
But it seems that every morning brings
Something I can't speak or sing
Like a feeling that doesn't feel like anything.
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2. |
Is It Time To Go Yet?
02:58
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Call me on the phone
And call me what you will
I can't keep on danglin
From your window sill
Climbin' up the stairs
And fallin down the hill
Tell me why I'm waitin still
Is it time to go yet?
Is it time to go yet?
Or is this all that I get?
I can see that what you see
Means lose all hope
Everything looks worse
Under the microscope
You can get your mind
On anything you wanna find
I'll adjust my sights with time
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3. |
Evergreen
02:44
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When I walk down the block
I go from shop to shop
Say "Sell me something, sell me anything
That'll make everything stop"
Cause I woke up at dawn
The radio was on
Said "Hey, I think somebody stole my song,
And they got the chorus wrong."
So I don't wanna be,
I don't wanna be here for long
Can't be your evergreen
Cause I'm an old oak tree
I got ya covered if ya need some leaves
They just fall right off of me.
And that's the way it goes
Sometimes it's just a show
And don't ya know that when the cold wind blows
It starts to lose it's glow
So I don't wanna be,
I don't wanna be here for the snow
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4. |
Quieter Bits
03:52
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Calm, for now
But someone's gonna tear it down
Lost, for now
But I'm slowly comin out of the cloud
Over and out,
Livin' in doubt
Over and out,
Foam at the mouth
Muttering lips say the loudest shit
If you listen
The quieter bits dig the deepest pits
If you're crawlin'
Don't ya fall in.
You were wrong
But everybody sang your song
You were wrong
But nobody remembered long
Over and gone,
Livin' too long
Over and gone,
Singin' your song
Muttering lips say the loudest shit
If you listen
The quieter bits dig the deepest pits
If you're crawlin'
Don't ya fall in.
Well, everybody needs a friend
Are ya listenin'?
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5. |
Dead Flowers
04:03
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If I grow old and sentimental,
You should know it's because,
I don't want ya, I don't need ya
But a part of me does.
I'll figure out the difference
When I'm different, and I'm sobered up.
Dead flowers, I'm too much a coward
To accept your love
When you start walkin'
I start runnin' away
You talk the most
When I don't know what to say
I pull at everything and every string
Until it starts to fray
Dead flowers, I'm too much a coward
To even try to stay
'Cause you're out in the front room
Kickin' snow off your feet
And I'm out on the patio, all alone
And smokin' weed
Somewhere under every little ghost that you keep
The ones you hate the most, but never bury too deep
There's a hand upon the light switch
And he's askin' you to get some sleep
Ah, Rosie, I know he's a kill now,
But he isn't me.
Maybe I'm a fool to think I knew you at all
Maybe I'm just lucky, you've been dodgin' my calls
You lie and say you're busy but we both know
You've been roamin' the halls.
Ah, Rosie, I know he's a catch now,
But you're bound to fall.
'Cause you're out in the front room
Kickin' snow off your feet
And I'm out on the patio, all alone
And smokin' weed
So now who's got the time,
To try to figure out what to say?
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It's okay if you stay
But I gotta leave
Something's dragging me
Something's got me by the edge of my sleeve
I'll go down quicker with a fight
And I wanna breathe
Something's dragging me
If I don't follow I might never believe.
I got life like you wouldn't believe
Coming down on me
But I got love like you wouldn't believe
Get it out of me
Maybe I'm weary of change
Or of it going away
Maybe I'm tired of picking between
What I will and what I'm willing to say
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
Maybe that's how it's gonna stay
Nights bleeding into days
Days speeding by another mouth with nothing to say
But its lips keep moving
But they don't seem to be doing okay
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7. |
Like Home
03:39
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We blasted Bruce so loud,
I'm sure it hit the street
But we kept dancin' proud
And singin' out of key
I couldn't name the time
Or recognize my place
Cause you were there
And all but you had been erased
Yeah, you feel like home
Wherever you may roam,
However far you go,
You'll feel like home
When you touch down
I hope you see that spot of ground
As something tangible
Where all of you is found
I'll be your lighthouse
Anytime your ship abounds
Though you're far from here
You're around
And if I ever know that your sun ain't risin'
I'll be along with flight
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8. |
Eyes
04:16
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There are eyes
That follow you around the room
I can see 'em clear as day
Now are the clear to you?
Catch a ride,
The party train is leavin' soon
Will you get to work on time
Or come down with the flu?
Are you too good to be lonely?
Are you tough to be sad?
The only thing I've ever known
Is no one really ever seems to really even know
Burnin' bright
But headed for an early tomb
Dyin' with the sun each day
To rise up with the moon
You were right
Tomorrow isn't promised to
Those who make sure every move
Is cornered in their doom
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