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RLS
03:34
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whistlin’ on my way to work
with my headphones in
cause my stereo broke
48 minutes each way
to a job I don’t love
in a town I don’t know very well
but my coworkers are nice
and I guess that goes a long way
and my wife and I
have a roof over our heads and that’s great
but anyway
this commute still sucks
except for
right lane savior
right lane savior
when I walk into the front door
at the end of the day
feeling motivated to play guitar
then I sit down for like a second
to rest my feet
then I’m done
my motivation’s gone
well maybe tomorrow
well maybe tomorrow
will this make it on the record?
what does the record even mean anymore?
fuck I miss my friends in the desert
and being present when their songs were born
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2. |
Distance
04:03
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how many times can I say “I miss you”
before it starts to feel a bit obtuse and mispronounced?
you know I love you but it’s late
and I’ve had a really long day
can it wait ‘til tomorrow?
is that ok?
I heard your name when I was young
and I still hear it in the same tone
if I’m not careful
they tried to own you like a dog
or a loan
like they’d figured you out
but it’s not that easy
you won’t fit in the frame
when the truth is harder than a lie
will I deny it?
when the truth is harder than a lie
I won’t stop fighting
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3. |
Bluff
03:57
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life’s too short to pander
but still I eulogize
I still tried to win you
after I apologized
after I apologized
call it a bluff
call it anything you want
but I know the truth
call it mean
call it anything
I know the truth
you’re too close to question
so you can’t empathize
the room I found my voice in
now I barely recognize
while the town you built got crowded
misguided and energized
misguided and energized
now I see that you and I both needed
more than we could give back then
now I see that we both needed the same thing
more than we could give back then
pain in my chest
I gave all that I had to give
pain in your chest
you gave all that you had to give
pain in my chest
I gave all that I had to give
call it a bluff
call it anything you want
but I know the truth
call it mean
call it anything
but I know the truth
I know the truth
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4. |
Olive
05:03
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sweating blood on the leaves
while you wait
hear you
the real you
with a power that can’t be named
one ear then disappears
with the blood running down his neck
one ear then reappears
fear you
the real you
with a power that can’t be named
reveal you
the real you
with a power that can’t be named
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5. |
Limits
03:26
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excuse me while I disengage
I wanna die for you but it’s not my place
mmm you can’t hold everything
all of the time
so excuse me
I’m so tired of feeling it
110 to 0 percent
then you take my blinders off for a bit
to show me all I’m accomplishing
well it’s hard to believe it
and even harder to remember it
that it’s not a fault
if you find that you have limits
and choose not to spread thin
it’s not your fault
if they expect too much
and you let them down
just let go
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6. |
Feelings
06:35
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just because you don’t choose them
doesn’t mean you’re the bad kind
just because there’s no future
you don’t have to forget
first the shame
then the guilt came
with the lies close behind
but the truth you must cling to
is the world record time
you held your breath
just because you feel joy now
doesn’t mean you’re the bad kind
just because you’re not blameless
there’s no penance you owe
you tried putting a bandaid
on a black & blue arm
but admitting the falsehood
is the way to reset
to heal
to cope
feel what you must
open to hear it
don’t skip to the last page
open don’t fear it
to heal it
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