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A.M. Thoughts
02:22
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In the bathroom with nothing but the lights on
Head to toe, lose the lock, hope for more, and smile
Eye to eye, a mess on all accounts
Is it makeup or is it medical?
If you want to
I'll suffer through a heartbeat
If you want me to
I'll suffer through a heartbeat
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Built By Design
04:07
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I had a blank eye
That you would know me
And I can't decide
How you would show me
How you can show me
It's not a lie
How to control me
Now you control me
Built by design
Now you own me
You had to decline
An offer to hold me
That was built on a lie
Something you told me
But I can't define
Over and only
So you gave me the line
That you were lonely
You were just lonely
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Love
Seems to leave you begging for me at the sea
Cast your own
Line into a wave of reciprocity
There's no time
Time at all
For your line
To pull up something that you wouldn't want to see
Using sex as a weapon
Youth and sex is a weapon
Live in the space
Forget what you knew
Until then don't call me
Give into shame
For something to do
It's only a matter of time
Live in the space
Forget what you knew
Until then don't call me
Give into shame
For something to do
It's only a matter of time
Using sex as a weapon
Youth and sex is a weapon
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Age rings of infinite concrete
Send clippings of a calendar weekly
You spill out
Of nothing
Nobody owes you anything
No problem with the grab for more allusion
SAM called to offer more attention
Give platforms to use them
Low hanging fruit is on the table for you
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
If it weren't for me you wouldn't know
I wish you wouldn't bother with the progress
Unless it benefits before the show
I wish you wouldn't bother with the progress
Unless it benefits before the show
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
If it weren't for me you wouldn't know
Fruit Flies and time flies
Only pussy get nine lives
That's tie-dye man, hella colors
I die for my brother
And I try for my mother
And I fly like no other
When it breaks off, I'll take off
I ride out and I go
Face off, I cake boss, and it's lights out for the show
I inhale then I blow
I exhale my soul
I prevail in the cold
If I fail, I grow, ya feel me?
On and on we breathe to keep the lights on
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You must be tired of
All your succulents
Giving up the ghost
When your mental health
Is so close
To keeping them awake
Are you keeping me away?
A wall of tea is a cross for you to bear
Across the hall from where
You can't decide
Is enough, enough?
So you put in the work
(You put in the work, it shows)
Put out the work
(That's highly confidential)
I'd love to know
Do you even have it left?
It left
Worker ants are a sign above
Telling me to clean
All those spaces in between
A wall of tea is a cross for you to bear
Across the hall from where
You can't decide
Is enough, enough?
So you put in the work
(You put in the work, it shows)
Put out the work
(That's highly confidential)
I'd love to know
If you even have it left
So you put in the work
Put out the work
I'd love to know
Do you even have it left?
Do you even have it left?
Do you even have
it left
The night owls are watching...
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6. |
Top Shelf
01:30
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We are bitter and angry
that we were dragged out of bed
For a listless and empty home
We are bitter and older
And everything is stale
We are spitting up whisky
Top shelf
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What strange way to say hello
And never say goodbye
Do you feel your heartbeat in your head?
Does a dance through thin cloth deprive you?
What a strange way to say goodbye
And waking up in your eyes
Do you feel your ears are burning now?
Does a dance through thin cloth show you how?
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You've been chasing the rabbit for so long
When you caught it by the teeth
You didn't know what to do with it
That's the reflection of your years spent low
Not the makings of a strange hello
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Good gracious you're always on my mind
My goodness I'll keep pictures from online
My manners are obscure
And I can't give anymore
Good Gracious you're always in the way
And I can't tell if I should go or stay
The ending is looking just as fine
When our future and our past start to unwind
You give away
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I was headed southbound before I could lock eyes
Someone was trying to tell me to get it together
And I knew, and I knew what it could have been
Awful, a lot, scrounging through second-hand, hand-me-downs
Should have been, could have been
But you bet that I would never get it together
Get it together
It's a miracle that I could find
The little part of me that died
Common misconceptions lead to lies
So educate yourself, but don't forget to cite
I put it down in a note that I needed to get it together
And I knew, and I knew that it should have been long
Letter-sized envelope
Sealed and stamped, let it go
Could have been, should have been
But you bet that I would never get it together
Get it together
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You put on
Your made-up skin
Better believe it's never looked better
Down to the letter
You weigh in
On news to you
Simple obsessions
Never looking forward
Tripping over and over
Oh you bleeding heart
What does it do with all its guts?
Sell it to yourself
Or worried like hell that you'd give it to another
Does it eat you up?
Can it smell your skin?
Hey, it's a living
Taking a beating
Over and over
Get out
GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!
You're always over
I hate to tell you
You're a guest, not a liver
I have to
Introduce myself
You better believe
I'm never looking backward
Tripping forward and over
Repetition
Is the fall
Spent your lifetime banging your head against the wall
So you want closure
and that's all
So you binge over and over
Begging to fly, but destined to crawl
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11. |
Robot Window
01:02
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GET OUT...
Of the road
Robot window
You try to give me everything I ask for
And in return, I only think of myself
See the irony is lost on me
But if I got it, it'd be bad for my health
"Hellion, rapscallion, you scoundrel"
Turned phrases, lemon juice in my eye
But I'm not a saint Maria,
I'm just a mother fucker
A bad excuse for living like a lie
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Pockets
03:35
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Empty out your pockets for all the retribution
Empty out your sense of self so you can sell the wine
Product of, or born to be a memory to serve
As a small reminder for someone that left you on the line
So you grew apart but made the same excuses
And you figured that would be enough to claim a winning side
The other had the chance to take you out at the knees
As a small reminder to complicate your dissimulated life
It was you
You were always...
I'm sorry if I ever made you feel foolish
With condescending words that you'd recite to remind
A tiny part of you must have known this was all
An apology that was meant to go through your back and to the side
I'm sorry if I ever made you feel empty
By baring crooked teeth and showing my defensive side
But since you took the chance to take me out at the knees
Love served its only purpose as a complicated lie
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Give me a kill
Can't stand each other
Catalog
Breaking again
Get in line since we never seem to have one
Get in line with me, take the call
The odds that we never seem to complicate
What's mine, is yours, is all
Gave me a chill
Hands touch together
Caterwaul
Breathe you in
Get in line
Get away
Before I lose myself again
Before I indulge myself again
Don't make me go back there again
Get in line
Get back in
Before I pay for all your sins
The fallout for your twistedness
Cause I don't think I'll live through this
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Both of us had to
Give our own reasons to find a way home
It wasn't the same old
Something more perfect than we'd ever known
Cautiously able
Older and wiser
Something more stable
A reason to smile
While we grow old
It wasn't the same old
Something more perfect than we'd ever known
Cautiously able
A reason to smile
While we both grow old
A reason to smile
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You used to make it so easy
I have no self-control
Betting on this back end horse
Even though he goes too slow
Betting on you to lose
Like red flags, they're coming true
You used to keep it so clean
Spinning out and living low
Don't you know who I am?
Don't act like you don't know
You used to make it so easy
You used to make it so easy
You could make it so easy
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I have a voice inside
I've buried him alive
He screams and shouts at me
Give up the fantasy
And do what I tell you
Be what I want you
To be a martyr
Stand at the alter
Hero and villain
Wife and the children
But I'm not listening
The smoke that's on my tongue
Is giving me black lungs
And still, he says
Hey man you better
Give up and get your shit together
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16. |
Bargain Store
01:17
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If you go
Ebb and flow
Bring it back to me
A fine minor setback
Living large
Living out of your car
A peanut butter sandwich
On the floor
It's what you can afford
I like to buy my pants at a quarter of the price
But that doesn't mean I'm not into fashion
I like to buy my pants at a quarter of the price
But that doesn't mean that I get less fabric
So why does it mean that I get less
When I put out so much more?
This is my life the sad irony
Of comparing wants
To a bargain store
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Well beyond graveyards
And xylophone bones
Lives a hopeless romantic
Who's scared of alone
We spend all our time
Waiting for life to
Open the gates
With heavy top hats
and bowlers for bangs
So dig on your highways
And drive in your heels
For pantomime talks
And adequate meals
Scarier than a march to the sea
Is finding a life that you used to lead
Black cats are mocking
Your lack of house keys
Because they're behind your
Playing card knees (They always were)
Frameless and aimless
But pictures are words
So black cats come laughing
This isn't your first
Scarier than a march to the sea
Is finding a life that you used to lead
On and on, we climb on and on
Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold
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Chris Sicard Seattle, Washington
Making songs until I'm not sad anymore.
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