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dbl knots
01:07
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you've been tying your shoes into double knots
and you've been cutting your hair way too short
you've been kissing the girls that you think you love
but really you don't know what the fuck is going on
and you can hang with your friends and yeah, your friends are sad
but what could make it better?
you just keep tying those double knots
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play dead
01:51
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forget the formalities
why can't you bury the thought of me in the backseat of your car
i'm playing dead in your front yard
why are you staring at my shoes with a look of resentment and refining your thoughts on commitment?
like the lie that you told me,
nothing could be better than me, except you never meant it
adjust your broken spine, and pick your teeth up off the floor
you've dismantled your jaw
and i can't repair you anymore
you're just a broken spine of a book that i once knew
you're just a caution sign to everyone around you
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bowling alone
02:19
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well, remember that time when you chipped my tooth with a beer bottle?
then you said that you were sorry, and you called me your soulmate
well after you I found another fucking soulmate
and i wonder when I'll find my next one
my chest as a pillow, as concave as your thoughts
about the future you want
i'm just a used cassette in a worn down tape deck and
all of my songs consist of the good days that we had way back when
your hair was on my bed sheets
i'm just a little confused on the subject of appreciation and tolerance these days
because how can you appreciate anything else if you don't fucking love yourself?
it's not the fact that we won't ever be brave enough to admit our mistakes
it's just the way that we admit we were wrong in believing that we got away with it
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river adeline
03:10
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i'm innovative in a sense that doesn't make sense,
'cause my ideas are just borrowed time
well i've cultivated something like a modern work of art
out of polishing my skills of not giving a shit about me
from my jeans down to the concrete,
i've been tasting bitter unfamiliarity
with you, and your feelings, and your feelings for others,
the feelings that i wished you had for me
i hardly knew my own insecurities until you let go of my hand for the last time, and i'm at the bottom of a cheap beer bottle,
and i'm trying to swallow all of my favorite moments we had
instead you're stoned, and i'm sitting alone in my room with a broken phone and my feelings
but thats alright, i know i'll be okay, as long as you're okay and I mean it
you've got a party at 8PM but why don't you just stay here?
we could throw on a couple of B-horror movies and laugh and bond over your favorite actors
i'm not calling it quits just yet, my eyes just won't stay closed
regardless of how many naps i used to take when we hung out at my place
well forget the conversations, forget all of my patience, forget the reason you ever said those words and you know
the three words that come in a row
that start with an "i" and end with something else
its kinda funny how often it crosses my mind that I never ever feel okay
and how you can be perfectly fine with that
you've got a party at 8PM but why don't you just stay here?
we could throw on a couple of shitty romantic films and talk about the times we went down to the river
well if only i could call it quits i would,
oh you best fuckin' believe it i wish i could
but your face is in my head, and your head's in his hands, and my room is too goddamn cold
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ok ok
02:08
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what's it like under bed sheets with no comfort or company?
and i'm not asking you now, because i'm asking myself
and i can live without knowing how he sees you in your coffee stained sweater every morning
or how you tell him he's the only one that you ever thought of loving
i never dreamt i'd treat myself the way you treated me
with no regard for feelings
mundane apathy
i never dreamt i'd find myself waist deep in your pity like you owed me something
and all those stitches you tore from your new winter jacket
can never be sewn back together again
what's it like under bed sheets with no comfort or company
and i'm not asking you now, but i will be later
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