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Satisfy the hand-to-mouth
Give me something to do when my social battery runs out
It's a lazy conversation piece:
"Hey, good set dude!"
"Yeah man, you too."
It's the same white dudes in the same cliquey scene
And the same trite tunes and the same cuffed jeans
And I wonder if I ever said anything worth the time
With the mic that my whiteness has granted me
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A Priori (Come Clean)
03:26
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So you're telling me
If I sit and watch this pot, then it will never boil?
Then I'm just gonna sit and watch it
A priori knowledge
You got the short end of the stick
Of me sorting out my indecisive bullshit
Turned it into your problem
I'm sorry
Well life can be a mess when I want it to be
I can come clean when I wanna come clean
And I
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
These are just breadcrumbs burned into the foil
A mere waste product of what I'm really digging for
Who knows how long I'll sit here in the dark
Ears tuned to the silence while the world outside spins on?
I've been juggling a couple new perspectives in the Mirror Thing
Burning out them stale intentions
So I can come back clear with fresh ones
Object permanence is a leap of faith without conclusive evidence
Maybe I've been asking the wrong questions
Well life can be a mess when I want it to be
And I can come clean when I wanna come clean
And I
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
I'm tired of always asking, "What's the matter with me?"
Rewiring my brain to my childhood dreams
And I
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
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I know you're going through tough shit
And you need someone to listen to you talk about how your day went
But I won't know what to say next
I start thinking in cycles, in cycles
And driving in circles, in circles
And missing the same turn four times
So I drove back to your mom's house
All cold and unresponsive
All discombobulated
And I know how much you hate it
I guess I was your source of the sense of support
That I desperately need but I'm too scared to ask for
It's hard to provide a good shoulder to cry on
For someone you don't trust enough in yourself to rely on
We are:
Bean bums, Joyce shows, trips to the ER
Swear I remember
This is how friends work
I understand something now:
I wanna be someone that you can be yourself around
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Yeah, I get sick of being myself
My immune system, good as it is
It just can't fix that
It's not exactly a physical illness
I'm striking matches now
Had a fun night dancing around familiar faces
Hell, it almost felt like magic
That I turned right into the person I wanted to be
When I was seventeen
Still don't know if that's a good thing
But I know if he met me now
He'd look up to me
He has no idea
On some nights, it still all means nothing
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Educated Guesses
03:22
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I got sleep to lose and dawn to drink right down
I gots things to do and thoughts to think right now
Then long Z's to snooze, when clock hits two I'll drown
I'll fall 'tween the hues of laptop screen and you, asleep
And then it will be sound
No dumb questions
No wrong answers now
Just educated guesses as to what I'm all about
.o0O0o.
Uncrossed fingers, eyes are clear and hair brushed out
I'm not quite where I could be, but I'm still proud
I'm on track to lift the slack and figure out the plan
Redraw my map
And act it out
No dumb questions
No wrong answers now
Just educated guesses guesses as to what I'm all about
.o0O0o.
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6. |
Safe With Me
03:31
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You open all your sentences saying,
"Don't take this the wrong way..."
It's already been a long day and the night is far from over
I am scatterbrained and scared
I come tripping up the stairs and through the door
And you're there
Rooted to the floor
And I don't dare disturb the peace
I enter silently
And I know you know it's me when I sit down next to you
And as the stillness shakes my room
I'm bathing in this ray of baby blue
And I know
I'm safe with you
So when I say, "I love you"
What I mean is, "I would pluck your eyeballs out
I'd pop them in my sockets
If it meant that I could see the world the way that you do"
Yeah, when I say, "I love you"
All I mean is, "Thank you for existing"
I mean "You don't owe me nothing"
No I don't need you to need me
So if you really want me to leave
Then I'm gone
Because I know you need your space
And I can't argue with the sense that makes
But when your heart or body aches
You can call me
And you can use me like a crutch
I'll be your comfort blanket of human touch
And no it don't offend me none, honestly
All I mean is
When your back's pressed to my chest
Your legs tangled in my legs
With every simple breath
You're safe with me
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Simone
There are as many ways to understand the whole as there are parts
And you see from each perspective, or you try
And I identify with that
You say you're afraid if you fall asleep a part of you won't wake
I know it's near impossible, but spitball and describe it
I think you're about to go where I have been
But you know how to treat yourself the right way
When you're lost in the concept sauce of the Nature Brain
Everybody parties in her own way
Alone in your bedroom, thick with acrylic paint
So when you go
Take comfort in the fact you're not alone
'Cause you've got the kind of friends that you can chant in gibberish
Or laugh so hard you piss your pants a little with
And act as stupid as you want
'Cause we
We see right to your heart
'Cause you know to treat yourself the right way
When you're lost in the concept sauce of the Nature Brain
Everybody parties in her own way
Alone in your bedroom, thick with acrylic paint
So stay humble and respect
The fact that you've got no idea just how fucked up things can get
Well, you caught a piece
When your eyes felt like TV's
If I eat shit, I hope you laugh
I hope you ditch my funeral or crash it
It's amazing just what we can accomplish with
Simone
There are as many ways to understand the whole as there are parts
And you see from each perspective
'Cause you know how to treat yourself the right way
When you're lost in the concept sauce of the Nature Brain
Everybody parties in her own way
Alone in your bedroom thick with acrylic paint
Know how to treat yourself the right way
When you're lost in the concept sauce of the Nature Brain
Everybody parties in her own way
Alone in your bedroom, thick with acrylic paint
Simone!
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When I die
Lay my body by a tree and let it rot
Yeah, put that thing back where it came from or so help me
Don't you cry until you listen to what I'm about to say
You can mourn your loss
But that's all you're doing
'Cause I'm not losing anything
Death is a wet dream
If actions speak louder than words
Then my death should be with intent purpose
To repay my cosmic debt
For the carbon that I've borrowed and the time I've been lent here
Funerals don't do shit for the dead
I'd much prefer you take that money you'd spend
And grow a farm that could feed the hungry or something
Sew some beauty in the chaos I left
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Rinse, Repeat
02:43
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This is the same sensation
That makes people wanna pack up and ditch the state like Cam did
I just can't do it
I can't blame it on the place
The scenery has never done me wrong
A little trapped in the context of interpersonal history
If it were up to me
I'd erase all your memories
I'm sick and tired of mattering
I'm worn out and bored of the rinse, repeat
There's no winning this race
There's no finish line
There's just the pain in your legs
And the endorphins to help you ignore it
And sure, it gets better before it gets worse
And then better and worse and better and worse forever
I know how this works
I struggle coming to terms with a guilty conscience that haunts me
If it were up to me
I'd erase all your memories
I'm sick and tired of mattering
I'm worn out and bored of the rinse, repeat
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I've Watched a Star Die
03:43
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I've watched a star die
Brilliant spark of light to be
Colored in by the big black empty
In the grand scheme
It had faded long ago
Crossed space at light speed
A message from a ghost
You can't unsee something like that
I'm lying fetal in my bed
It's only 5:49pm
Begging sleep to save me from it
Yeah
I came here to tell you something I've been meaning to say
Yeah, it's been on loop
Running heavy through my brain
Is it foolish to hope things don't have to change?
'Cause I've got bad news:
I love you that way
And I know what happens next
Say you love me as a friend
That's about what I'd expect
We're adults I'll get over it
Yeah
Warm fingers get cold
Watch it unfold in retrospect
New crushes get old
Trying hard not to regret
What if I played my cards right?
That's the wrong goose to chase down
Hindsight is hindsight
Those things can't be changed now
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The Last Song
01:55
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The process taught me a lot of things
About the Law of Attraction and prophecy
So of course the first time I can admit to myself I'm in love
Will find me biting down on thin air
Pining for a taste of
Snip the cord
Unhinge the soul from the corpse that failed it
And bail out
I've accepted separation was a necessary phase
But circling back to where you started doesn't mean that nothing's changed
This much is true:
My idea of love is still tied to the idea of you
I have filled my mouth, my discography
With words that were meant more for me than you
So here's the last song
My last words
I'll probably love you forever
So thank you
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My mom and my dad are MIT grads
I guess they could have been harder on me
Having kids these days amounts to cruelty
I do not contain but I conduce, see
I am never full nor ever empty
The contents of the current do not belong to me
To me
I hope that I can
In being who I am
Grow into an appropriate legacy
And let my youth be what it was
I carry it with me because it doesn't weigh me down
It becomes my wings
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It Takes Practice
03:51
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There is what needs to be heard
And there's what needs to be said
So I am writing letters I won't ever send
The average person doesn't have a mic when they vent
So I'm sorry if I make you upset
It takes practice being honest with yourself
But I know now
I'm the author of my personal hell
I just can't find a good place to start
Repairing the structural damage to my heart
I mean is there anything in there worth keeping?
Or should I just take it all apart?
I've been watching the clouds
I've been going for walks
I've been learning how to have important talks
You're doing dishes in the other room
Fighting off the fear that your best friends all hate you
There are thoughts
There are emotions
There are facts
It's a convoluted, complicated task
To assemble the Venn diagram
Breathe in deeply from your diaphragm
And believe that you have family here
You have family here, you have
So we re-teach ourselves all the basic things
Like how to get out of bed when the alarm clock rings
How to respond to texts
How to balance needs
It takes practice
It takes practice
It takes
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Making My Bed
03:20
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I'm making my bed
I'm folding my laundry
I'm cooking some breakfast
I'm putting on coffee
I'm working it out, concocting a theory
For why I am so self-absorbed and self defeating
I can't pin you down
I cannot contain
Or draw lines around you
And give you a name
But you carved out the canyons that wind through my brain
I must climb for the rest of my life
What do you do?
What do you do?
What do you do when you come face to face with the truth?
Your love and my love are like apples and oranges
The difference between which holds little importance
To those who are starving
But I am no poor man
And you are your own tree
But I am in love
I am in love
I am in love like the wind
Like the wind loves the sea
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kissyourfriends Ypsilanti, Michigan
Formerly known as Daddy and the Long Legs
Guitar and bass and drum and mouth sounds from Southeast Michigan
Marco Aziel
Travis Anderson
Sung Jin
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