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Unexpected Guest
04:57
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we were wasted then but not much better now
staring down at the shower drain
watching soap and sins wash away
i'll re-watch the same films til i can't stay awake
well acquainted with the couches of strangers
when i'm asleep, i dream away the danger
and you're starting to think i was the worst idea you've ever had (oh no, oh no)
i'm the unexpected guest at your party catching angry glances (oh no)
i stepped on glass outside the bar and it's starting to hurt real bad
sitting on the sidelines watching people dancing and it's starting to make me sad
yeah it's starting to make me sad
why won't they dance with me?
is it cuz i'm not pretty?
people wave and smile but i don't know who they are
when i'm walking down the stairs, i start to fear they'll vanish in the air
and i'm trying so hard to cut off my bad habits
bite me like your cigarettes
and i'll clear the score of all my debts
and you're starting to think i was the worst idea you've ever had (oh no, oh no)
i'm the unexpected guest at your party catching angry glances (oh no)
i stepped on glass outside the bar and it's starting to hurt real bad
sitting on the sidelines watching people dancing and it's starting to make me sad
yeah it's starting to make me sad
why won't they dance with me?
is it cuz i'm not pretty?
i'm going home
back to my old tea and toast
winter was a gracious host
they won't find me there either
cuz i'll be just floating in the aether
and i don't care
but i want you to love me
can't you stop and hold me?
hold me
and you're starting to think i was the worst idea you've ever had (oh no, oh no)
i'm the unexpected guest at your party catching angry glances (oh no)
stepped on glass outside the bar and it's starting to hurt real bad
sitting on the sidelines watching people dancing and it's starting to make me sad
yeah, it's starting to make me sad
why won't they dance with me? is it cuz i'm not pretty?
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2. |
Last Drop
04:22
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give all the boys a prize to set their eyes upon
there's danger hidden in freckles that constellate my firmament
can't you see the thorns protruding through translucent milky flesh?
i am not your empty spectre
i'm the wind coursing over the skyline
put this collar on my neck and i'll tear it off
with claws like saws that cut through the fabric of your insecurity
try to gain my sympathy and i'll spit and you and scoff
i'll brush away your existence like floaters in my periphery
kneeling down, you lap up my ashes from the concrete
hope to catch your gaze through the haze of cigarette smoke
but i choke out your words before your first bow is drawn
i'll never be the holy vision you conceived of me in fever dreams
put this collar on my neck and i'll tear it off
with claws like saws that cut through the fabric of your insecurity
try to gain my sympathy and i'll spit and you and scoff
i'll brush away your existence like floaters in my periphery
sip on this golden chalice
crooked pupils gaze upon you
watch your visage as you search for meaning in the dregs
but all that remains is a facsimile of my desire
goes down sweet but the aftertaste is sour
reminds you of your first sip of whiskey as a teen
burned your throat, you swore off the stuff
til you kept coming back for a second pour
but i put the bottle right back on the shelf
saved the last drop all for myself
all for myself
all for myself
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3. |
Hands Up
03:11
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black clouds swim into the domed city
they won't disappear but i guess they seem pretty
in the darkness, shots are ringing out,
i peek out from blinds and see hands go up, bodies fall down
these are the times we try to see jesus in a slice of toast
angels in curtain folds at a funeral
and i cannot think of a time when i've stopped waiting for a sign
that i am okay, you are okay, everything will be fine
seeking solace in a soulless place
i can only hide for so long before coming face to face
with the tragic circumstance of a system built on blood
even though my hands are red, i'll never let them cut off my tongue
these are the times we try to see jesus in a slice of toast
angels in curtain folds at a funeral
and i cannot think of a time when i've stopped waiting for a sign
that i am okay, you are okay, everything will be fine
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4. |
Shadowbody
02:38
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i died twice but never saw the light
you might think i'm real or a phantom sight
maybe there's no difference when i sleep or wake
if i am not defined by the breaths i take
head above high waters and it's getting hard to see
darkness holds me closer as i sink into the sea
i've gotten myself stuck inside your sheets
the scent of jasmine and bergamot strengthens with your heat
star-spangled strands of hair woven in your bed
and memories of these things can't seem to leave your head
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5. |
What Was
03:23
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walking through the spaces you once occupied
like an apparition seeking contrition, you pass through me to hide
you left yourself scattered in pieces on the bricks
but now the blueprint's gone, i'm prostrate on the lawn with sidewalks to fix
but i never really knew
which parts of the book were false and which were true
caught myself splitting into two
but i stopped it all before giving the best half to you
glancing at the vestiges of what once was
like holy water, my tears are fodder for turning the past to dust
sitting in the boiler room waiting for the rust
but i see rising flames, i don't know who to blame and i don't know who to trust
and i never really knew
which parts of the book were false and which were true
caught myself splitting into two
but i stopped it all before giving the best half to you
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