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The Horse Song
01:42
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pack your bags, we're moving on
they're not that dumb and we've stayed too long
take a picture so you'll have a way to figure out
that there's this longing in my bones
don't look like that or you're on your own
then again, i guess looking's not a crime
tell me everything you ever thought you'd know
i'm sinking slowly, i am sinking slow
four horses in a field, the black one stops, the white one heels
the red one's furthest up ahead,
the brown one dragged and now he's dead
with me there is no in between, i am my own worst enemy
i tattoo'd the fail-safe onto my skin
so i know for certain that it won't ever be seen
tell me everything you ever thought you'd know
i'm sinking slowly, i am sinking slow
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2. |
About It
02:09
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two thin wrists and ten minutes til the bus comes
effexor and whiskey going off like a dropped gun
stand outside with the sun in my eyes
i choose to stare at you until it burns me blind
i'm in love, i'm in love, i'm in love
love doesn't exist
don't talk to me about it
two long scars and i'm tired of feeling
holding on to an always burning building
cant remember- am i trying to climb up or jump off?
there's nothing here
not for anyone at all
i had three chances and i smoked them all
i'm a real good shot, but we killed the outlaws
i'm a real good shot but i'm in the last outlaw
don't talk to me about it
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Suspects
01:30
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it was cold inside your chest so we gathered up some wood
made a spark, and ate the rest and both our lips were painted black
and i'm your best friend and i've been dead the last few months
but we're still suspects in the murder of ourselves
there are icicles now hanging down from your eyes
you never close them, and now you're never surprised
and i'm your best friend and i've been dead the last few months
but we're still suspects in the murder of ourselves
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i sewed my mouth shut, because talking makes things worse
i paint my face with red and yellow hearts
i stitch my jeans up while i've got the needle out
i'm always smiling now, it's such a shame to pout
and i visit mother when she gets home from work
she says, "poor baby! don't your lips always hurt?"
and i just smile, because i'm smiling all the time
and she just worries, that dear mother of mine
and where is daddy? i'd really like to know.
i've got a question or two.
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5. |
The Movies
01:40
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he likes the way the french girls kiss
in the movies
he likes the american boys chest
in the films
i'm wearing a sweater with nothing underneath except my rib cage
he likes the girls in black and white
in the movies
he likes when the men take their shirts off to fight
in the movies
well bodies are ugly and bodies are shitty
now show me your bare skin because i think you're pretty
and i want to fuck you like a movie star
g c em cadd7 d
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6. |
Living Proof
02:24
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i'll take my skin off for you
i'll lower my eyes and look away when you do
notice the way that you look at yourself
if i cut off my arm,
how much would grow back?
i cut my hair, shaved my face, and wear contacts
bury every photograph, and destroy any living proof
i can't get away from myself
i slept in past the sunset
it's okay, i'm doing fine
i'm always tired and i never know the time
if we crush your ribs
with ace bandages
what are the chances your lungs will collapse
if i killed myself
because i hate myself
what are the chances i'll become someone else
capo on 3rd
am f c
f g c
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waiting by the window
breathing less with every car
i could walk away and leave
but i doubt i'd get too far
before i ran into the question
of where do i go now
guess i forgot how to want things
at least i don't remember how
i spent eighteen months thirsty
and when i finally had a drink
i realized that there's nothing that could ever help me
quiet resignation shaking hard in my teeth
i wait for you to yell at me
sitting underwater
a public bathroom sink
inside nervousness and handcuffed
so tight it's hard to think
and i have a daydream
where i'm somebody else
a smile i'm not ashamed of
and eyes level with the ground
i spent eighteen years dizzy
scratching stars into my skin
trying desperate to bind all the devils within
small red reminders in all the mirrors i see
i wait for you to yell at me
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Ifrits
i write about important things, especially the unimportant things
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