1. |
vom
01:52
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my throat's been doing that thing again
i need to vomit, but don't know when
and the sun is screaming through the trees
while i am praying on my knees
it's spent
yr eyes are doing that thing again
where the white part's eaten by red
and it's something
my throat's been doing that thing again
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2. |
buzz
01:31
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"i can’t get to sleep without a buzz,
and i’m scared for my life"
laid it all on the line and inhaled
last tuesday night
(and it never ends
you know it never ends)
gasps not breaths as chest rises and falls;
you gotta claw at this empty just fill it at all,
and nic(k) says that isn’t right
and it’s not just all the pressure
i never second guessed ya
a collect call screaming yr name
it’s just i’ve got no time
yeah, the least that i could do;
you should really try it too
a see-thru, discount disdain
it’s just
"i can’t get to sleep without a buzz
no matter how hard I try"
kicking out at the past;
getting kicked harder back all the time
(you're down here again)
days in bed as head takes in the stoned,
i'm always hiding the fact that I’m afraid of my phone
I don’t feel it yet tonight
and it’s not the neon moon
or the “oh I’ll see you soon”s
4am hanging up to save face
it’s just I’ve got no time
still stepping out of line
no, we didn’t just kill time;
we slit its’ throat and spit on its grave
i’ve got no time
i’ve got no
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3. |
nothing new
02:40
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something's off in yr stutter,
but i can't place it
at the bathtub's edge
going on and on and on
when the voices from the plumbing
sounded so familiar
an echo from the couch,
but i can't make it out
there's nothing new under the sun this time
if you had to ask, it's fine
an afterthought eaten
catch yr scent during
previews at the movies
on the shirt of the person
sitting next to me
you're out under the beam
of the new streetlight
sitting back on yr feet
like just maybe you might
everyone in this aisle knows
they can smell it on my clothes
an afterthought eaten
every in the backyard knows
i can see it up yr nose
an afterthought
something's off in yr stutter,
but i can't place it
at the bathtub's edge
going on and on and on
when the voices from the plumbing
sounded just like us
if you ever wanna talk,
you've got the number,
just be cool about it
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4. |
sun poison
03:14
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back through the portal
when we spent all night there last night
you're in yr chair,
sipping in the glow of window light
be a great walk if it wasn't so hot;
was supposed to leave today,
but i always forgot
a ritual for two
between me and you
a ritual for two
with nothing else to do
sun poison
"take some pills if you wanna,
but not because you think you should"
the old man's following again;
i never ever thought he would
the river's angry,
but nobody knows why
you launch another magnet
into the sky
a ritual for two
between me and you
you wanna walk up
and see the vault?
everyone's out,
and it's all our fault
a ritual for two
between me and you
a ritual for two
with nothing else to do
sun poison
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Leg Biters Gainesville, Florida
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