1. |
Sleep Better Alone
04:16
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I like yr messy hair
I like how you look like you don’t care
even though a part of me
wants to call you home
I sleep better alone
I like how you think before you speak
I like how that’s yr second time this week
talking to yr mom about how
you know she loves you so
I think i’m gonna go
i like how you play with the cat
I like how you bend but never snap
You always think of others
and you always still believe
I think it’s time for me to leave
You are perfect in every way
I’m closing earlier each day
even if we’re going to
and we are in my home
I sleep better alone
I like yr messy hair
I like how you look like you don’t care
even though a part of me
wants to call you home
I sleep better alone
even though a part of me
wants to call you home
I sleep better alone
I sleep better alone
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2. |
I'm Important
01:07
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I’m living in the future
But the beauty is in the past
and the world is just a shining sparkling
piece of broken glass
and I’ll learn to say I’m sorry
in the world that means a lot
oh i’m sorry
oh I’m sorry
oh i’m sorry
no I’m not
But i’m sitting in the back yard
staring up against the stars
and i’m wishing i could crash into
a thousand separate cars
when the winter’s cold as ever
and the summer’s way to hot
I’m important
i’m important
I’m important
no I’m not
and i’m making people feel good
and they know I really care
but i’m worried about failure
and my thinning fucking hair
but i’m living and i’m breathing
barely scraping myself by
and I’m living
and I’m living
and i’m living
then I’ll die
but when i tear myself to pieces
I’m just thinking of the past
and how i used to hold together
now i’m talking out my ass
so when I’m thinking about failure
and i give myself a shot
oh I’m sorry
I’m important
and i’m living
no I’m not
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3. |
Vacation
01:30
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I don’t sing in the shower
Because I have this voice
I don’t talk to strangers
Cause I can’t stand the noise
I search for something good
When there’s nothing there at all
I can’t keep a smile
Without feeling so small
Maybe I can look into my
Eyes and smile back but there is
Nothing better coming so
Fuck I take it back
I keep on making promises
Without thinking about the
Consequences that my tired eyes
Will have to keep I doubt that I can
Hold myself together
And keep dragging around my broken
Body, purple eyes and bruises
and the smile never found
Maybe I can look into my
Eyes and smile back but there is
Nothing better coming so
Fuck I take it back
Retreat into a corner lick my
Wounds and nurse my sores
Splint my arms and rest my muscles
Open up the closing doors
Look at the sun and warm myself to every
body that’s around so I can
pull myself together pick my
self up off the ground
Maybe I can look into my
Eyes and smile back but there is
Nothing better coming so
Fuck I take it back
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4. |
Dare4Distance (cover)
02:49
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I got the concept and came to the conclusion
That the top floor was just an illusion
To the fact that I got this break in my back
That I can't get out I cant figure out how
You appeared right in front of me
Before you march down south the university
Is where you spend your daylight
But we're both just waiting for this Friday night
Although the distance is daring
We both know how to drive
Oh
We can't make up for the lost time that we both apologize for
And I can't stand the fact that this extremity is the center of my day
I see where you're coming from
We've been on the same boat since day one
I see how you like to run
Back to the things that got you here
Although the distance is daring
We both know how to drive
Oh
We can't make up for the lost time that we both apologize for
And I can't stand the fact that this extremity is the center of my day, you're the center of my day oh
Mondays I sleep away
Tuesdays I lay awake
Wednesdays they are the worst
Whoa
Thursdays I reminisce
Friday I see your face
And I can't breathe
Although the distance is daring I sure know what it's like to be alone.
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