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perseids.
03:33
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Lately, I’ve been wondering if you’ve had peaks of happy more often than the last two
Decades that is your life
I heard the wonderful news, and I’ve been pocketing my social issues,
Less writing in a journal, traded for all night long talks, writing cliched songs
How I am fucked up, but we’re all fucked up
Lately, I’ve been hoping for you, that nothing changes your views, especially me
And my goddamn sad songs, trade it for the hippie-themed, forced-upon love
And talk about your horizontal figure eights, and all the animals you’re gonna save
Trade in the trend that we proudly held in the past two years, while the ice caps melt
Just like all of us, thought I’d melt with you, but the whole group fell through
I guess I’m just hoping you don’t think of me as an issue
Lately, I’ve been thinking about us
Everyday fucked up teens, living and dreaming in parking lots
Forgotten in time, but embroidered in souls or subconsciouses
If there’s even a difference
I don’t keep tabs if I don’t hear back, I learned full and well
That those who love most can let go, even if you loosen your grip
Your soul’s got embroidered patches of all sorts of mammals
Your very own heart made up of patches of others in handfuls
Like how you made me a heart out of a dollar bill
Worth more than a hundred dollar bill
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Please be happy now, and we’ll stick to our guns
Are you ready now? I can change back, we can take off
We’ll be better friends, take Chicago trips, maybe farther
I’m indifferent, just let me find you
I feel radial, and I’d rather feel less known
Three dimensional, barely so
Never pop out much at all
I’m not picky, as long as you find me
We’ll ride a bus, it’ll take us to last year
Be forever us, forever indifferent
Dimensional, either one, two, or three
When I stop fighting this, we’ll be free
Are you happy now?
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Better Backyards
03:28
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We got by for the past five years, but mutuality is—it's fleeting, ya know?
You bet I care, but we’ve got nothing in common at all; you’re so human, and I’m not so sure of myself
You’re more of an artist than you’ll ever know, and I’m less than I’d like to think so
Just keep writing songs. Keep writing songs
You’ll do just fine. Enjoy Colorado
My desk is flooded with repeated thoughts that I wrote and just wanna let go
Like how I care too much, and still yet not enough
I'll say that you could save us from the break apart
It's not good enough
Could someone sign this off and set you free?
And of course, you’ll remember me
And if i can swing by if the band ever makes it
Save me a spot; we can sit down and talk
We’ll be just fine. We got used to muted tones
We’ll be alright, on rooftops far from grounded
Far from in love, far from ready at all
It’s all just fine. Enjoy Colorado
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Snowbored Kids 3
04:34
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Let’s rewash our clothes this next December
And maybe by then, we’ll be best friends again
I dreamt of you in Rococo
Robin’s Egg to hatch the end of an era
An era defined by a night at the park
Half coated in grass as “just friends”
Wish upon an airplane
I hope it still comes true
I choose to rewind or ignore
Or rewrite us both
I crept up clean, and up-kept me
And you in glances of the last year
We called Wisconsin a new home
Let’s both just get a little colder
And I’ll keep you safe; I got my practice from the beat-em-up’s
There’s no better waste of a life than the one I’ve made
Help me sell my shit, we can get away
Let’s prep our scenes with secret things
Like emergency exits to your bedroom
Astound our friends with a flash bang
Love we've never had before
And we can stay warm, for once and forever
You can tune your little guitar
It’s been so long
And it’s so hard to let life and reality check me down to the ground
This spring has been long
And I’m ready to wash out the colors that I thought defined
Happiness I now know was forced
Were you happy that you were the past few notes that got me through my fresh fears?
I crept up clean, and up-kept me and you through glances of the last year
And I’m sorry that it’s still clear as day in my head
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if love is involved
02:47
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We walked along the coast
Hand In had
She said, "I'm getting so bored
Of this old, dry land.
We should jump into the endless sea
Swimming side by side, so happy and free"
We don't need perfection if love is involved
As we swam with all the fishes
And the other things
We finally got bored
Of the deep, blue sea
She said, "We should leave the water
And spread our wings
Soaring side by side, so happy and free"
We don't need perfection if love is involved
So we flew through the heavens
With all of the birds
But we got bored again
And returned to the earth
She said, "I think it would be nice
If you and me
Could just walk along the coast
So happy and free."
'Cause we don't need perfection if love
Is involved
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Misdreavus
04:27
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I've been called, I've been called
To break every precious heart in front of me
When I fall in love, make sure to send me to local cemetery to go to bed early before I hurt my head again
Cuz I'd be better off without it
So don't fall in love, don't fall in love
With depression and skinny jeans
They medicate their egos with the thought of letting you go
And don't fall in love with me
Cuz I will promise too many things
Since I define a wrong reality in this world
Oh god you're so fleeting
Why even meet me
Why even say anything?
I've been called, I've been called
To pretend that I feel everything
And you'll still fall in love
And you'll still be everything
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Goodboyz
05:40
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[Oh well, if we talk about the world with matching platinum hair
Will you forget that you were born to vagabond?]
I've regressed to the fragile state of a middle school me
Painting black around my eyes and on post-it notes
Says, "We're forgiven" -- I'll post a thousand in your little kitchen
And in your freezer, all those homemade popsicles are still in place
And they wonder where you've been
That second wind, it pushed my hair a certain way
I'd like to say it's the direction to where you're living
To where you've been hiding out
I wish I could see the world we'd fit in so well
We're falling far from ourselves; we're not blameless anymore
But if you travel through the world, then I will travel through my mind
I'll find our innocence and both of us secure
I hope that the end of your story sees you marching back to Earth with flying colors, to walk on water under bridges burned to return my lended love
I hope it did you well up in Andromeda, 'cause while you were doing god knows what, I was faking sick from school and work just to write our story out
I hope it's enough of a tribute to keep you alive and well for eternity in sound and word alone
To stop my own magnetic insides from pulling me into your head
When you could make it to the moon and back, and I could only make Mahomet
It's set in stone -- we are just history, leagues and worlds apart
I hope I did you proud 'cause you made me so proud
After I'm dead for decades, would our grandsons and daughters ever know what you mean to me?
I can't promise to forget-me-nots, but I promise this song will keep you close as can be
So after you're dead and reincarnate, will the new you ever know what the old you had meant to me?
Maybe you'll find this well, just smile and accept it, and keep it close as can be
After we're dead for centuries, I'll find a way to make the world know what you meant to me
All the scientists will just utter your name to my heart in a jar
Then watch it beat
[Oh come on, let's talk about the world
We'll learn our lessons by the night and cycle blessings on the daily
We'll be broken, let our pieces fall in tandem, claim that there's a greater plan, and take the messes made and put them under gravestones
And say that we were good boys]
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Shiny Shuppet
04:47
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We were kids with new phones
Roleplaying our hearts out
You played the ghost and I played the haunted
You were scared of touch, I was scared of your presence
We painted lives with every little text
Your swing set’s a spaceship; send us to the next
Little planet where people are a little less loud
My worm’s-eye-view of you is ever-present,
Purple, royalty of the shy kid
There are so many things that remind me of
You and the smile you sent when I asked in stupid texts,
“Can we say ‘I love you’ friend-to-friend?
I’ve always wanted to hear that
I know that we’re shy, but I promise I’ll talk,
Promising sunrise and skateboards and ramen on rooftops”
Wizard of Oz on New Year’s Eve
Sending pics, saying, “Soon we’ll meet”
And talks at 2 a.m. — “Are you still up?”
And nothing after that
I just want to be there when you’re sick
I’ve been giving hugs to everything I miss
We said we’d run away from home
I guess you got there first
If I creeped you out before I cracked my shell,
I’m sorry, I just had to find myself
You probably won’t recognize me now
And probably never will
If I believe in you, do I believe in ghosts?
You still exist in forests
Of paper and poems
I guess you still kinda haunt me
And that’s okay
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