1. |
Pixie and Devil
02:37
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pixie and devil
you are my disease
and you feel special to me
Race you to the bottom of the bottle
Cause it’s “so easy” now
you don’t know what I’ve been through
and its safe to say I don’t know you
pictures and your body
you are my pleasure
and you know, you can’t stop me
if you tried…something
“knocked me out” to make me feel better
cause it’s so easy now
I’m not sure what you did that for
but it’s safe to say you don’t need more
but do whatever you want
say whatever you want
say whatever
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2. |
How's your sunburn?
04:16
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I’m going somewhere
but it's so hard to tell
let me tell you something
about living in hell
it’s always comfy in the colder spots
you pass me a beer and I’m clumsy spill my coffee
on the rug
I’m tired of opening-up
the black hole box
track down a pen and paper
to write down a reminder
and try to read it later
I finally found out how to amuse myself to death!
I finally figured out how to wear myself out
until I have no breath
speaking of
hows your lungs?
How's your sunburn?
oh right, you're just drunk
“is that polish?” I don’t know
it’s hard to tell
“do you have a sweatshirt I could borrow?”
it's cold as hell
it’s always comfy in the hotter spots
I get up shaking just to turn the AC off
What made you feel like a loser?
What made you feel like a winner?
In your eyes, I'm blinded...
In your eyes, I'm wrong...
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3. |
Cold Burner
03:18
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I changed my tone again
My day job consists of putting on
A “helpful smile” so tight and wrong
I hope that post will end
Or else I’ll never win
Just have to change my tone again
I opened up my heart
My short hair surrenders to the
questioned dream- so red and clean
I hope to stay that stark
We’re smart, but fall apart
Another 2 steps further from my heart
I lost my love, fair and square
The end was near
I just didn’t know where
I lost my love, body, and soul
The end was near
freeing
and
cold
Painting the cycle
Our style of straying from
Rolling eyes and worthless sums
tell you to “always have a gun”
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4. |
I Go Alone
03:31
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It takes time but I live on the fault line baby
I go out and share my conversations
Even to the meanest of them all
They like to see someone be themself
Every time I go
I go alone
Carry my knife when I go
Carry my phone when I go
Carry my life when I go
But I go alone
It takes time and I guess I should feel sorry
I go out and come back in all blue
Not in my heart, you see my face feels all scattered
My brain melts but I’m safe back home with you
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5. |
Naked Knees, Killer Bees
03:26
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Yoooooou treat me like trash
And I’m afraid to say I hate it like that
naked knees, killer bees
I can actually breathe when you turn to leaves
and the rain came down, for sure-
We’re safe in the consignment store
rather kill time than kill ourselves
And the hills rolled on
Sat down to write this song
Rather soak up the heat than fall asleep
I leach on so fast
my neck in your grasp but I like it like that
Naked trees without their leaves
As they spread their seeds you just turn to leave
the rain came down, for sure
We’re safe in the consignment store
rather kill some time than kill ourselves
and our sense of touch ran
wild
we are critics just meant to smile
rather soak up the sun than turn and run
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6. |
Ode To Elliott Smith
05:34
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Haven’t spoken to you in a while
Now I just sleep on the feeling of guilt
I swallow my tears
This sorrow
Wants to play a game
How can I contain my bitter kiss?
We were two magnets in a room
We had no choice but to cling to each other
How, do you like it?
Now that you’re gone?
Haven’t been outside in a while
The stillness of my room made me float
I swallow my pills
Young fuckers
Want to play a game
How can I refrain from his brutal kiss?
They were these lovers hiding from
The hate and guilt they try to outrun the bullet
That’s heading towards them
How can I complain now
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7. |
Breakfast At 5pm
06:50
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I’d hate to have breakfast at 5 pm
it’s okay to say no to your friends
I don’t mind having to clean up around your bed
I don’t mind being alone all over again
all over your skin, you make a fine footprint
I love laying my tired muscles on the hot cement
I reached out to give you a kiss
my body sails, across the floor, to reach your lips
I never thought I’d be like this
too bad, I had to go through so much shit
I’d hate to lock the door at 2 am
since life right now just seems to feel like true pretend
we walk for miles but we’re still trying to “getaway”
you don’t feel safe, I’m at the gate, I tell you to wait,
but I lose my place,
and that’s okay
just got to remain
calm
people talk about all kinds of things
it’s funny to try to see them try to escape
people get drunk and feel certain things
it’s funny to see them think that way
police tried to take away all my things
my freedom bell rings, my green soul stings
try to make us feel weak, and like freaks
so we curse them out through our yellow teeth
REJECT IT
with my time,
I will sleep for tomorrow
sirens on a sunny day
the days are bleeding together
take a risk
Wallowing around in the nighttime air
Spoonful of cherry pits
The great big gray sky is over my eyes
Lose yourself to a kick
well you gave us a bag of tricks to play with
Made it outside just in time to see it in the light ,
oh and tell me your right
well, how am I supposed to go about that?
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8. |
Sunburn Pt. 2
05:58
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Here is your dagger...
I was hurt before it entered
here's something better
remember that time when we
were younger
nobody dies alone
you are not the same stone thrown
tell you it honest and plain
dump that expired milk down the drain
what if I told you
it doesn’t matter
what if I told you
it doesn’t matter at all
Back in the parking lot
I sat in my car to sort out my thoughts
you know I would go so far
to drive you home safe from the ER
I was so close to you
even though I wasn’t in the room
but you threw up your anger
you let it pass through you like a drug
you fell on the floor then
you unlocked the door that I thought had no key to
bandaids and Sudafed
Cream and the Talking Heads
once you’ve lost yourself,
then you’re all alone
when you lose yourself
then you’re all alone
I dreamt of you
and so I reached out
just to get a cold
“You poisoned me”
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9. |
Luckier
02:25
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I always hated sleeping naked
the covers soaked with sweat and tears
as I wake up from the dream
where you smashed your wall to pieces
oh you made your point pretty clear
I’d rather see the air
rush over your long hair
I’d catch myself staring at you for too long
I’d rather hold your hand
then do what I had planned
When I catch myself staring at least I understand
I am luckier than any other man
now you say you’re confusion drives you crazy
and you're lost in the big long map of life
but as you wake up from the dream
where you smash your fears to pieces
you’ll have a tighter handle on the knife
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