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Intro
00:39
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Growing Pains
02:42
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Lay down, press my ear to your shoulder.
Take in the terrible territory of getting older.
Weighed down, thoughts that cross feel like boulders.
The perks of waiting now is that the years are getting shorter.
With how time slips away like your long hair through my fingers.
Moments pass like speeding cars, but the hurt therefrom still lingers.
Growing pains soar through my veins, but never reach my pen.
So I guess we'll see what happens, assuming that I see you again...
Under his arm. Oh my god, how cliche.
But I guess it couldn't happen any other way.
Soon enough these tired legs will decay
Just as hourglass sandcastles all wear away.
With how time slips away like your long hair through my fingers.
Moments pass like speeding cars, but the hurt therefrom still lingers.
Growing pains soar through my veins, but never reach my pen.
So I guess we'll see what happens, assuming that I see you again.
To say that I love you, and I really mean it this time.
Though you're probably sick and tired of always hearing that line.
These growing pains will go away in time.
But all these words are meaningless so fuck it.
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Boots N Cats
02:55
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My head is caught under the rock where I've been living
As I wait to hear you say a lie that's worth believing
While downing a Touche record, listening to a fifth of Jack
'Cause nothing that you love about me is ever coming back.
And if you're not living, you're dying, they say.
So stand outside my bedroom, watch me waste away.
So daze me, dear. Amaze me merely 'cause you can.
As you wrap me 'round the fingers of your hand.
How I hope they'll graze my skin, and give me purpose.
If nothing more than in the name of not feeling so worthless.
'Cause pessimism keeps me cold at night,
so here's to 12 more hours illuminated by my laptop screen's light.
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Mystery
03:46
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i'm tired of all the cliches
that I'm writing all the time
of how you're always on my mind
and how i still want to die
but in the back of my mind
all these cliches still ring true
and the song goes on, it goes
"all my thoughts are lines converging in on you"
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Laughing Makes It Worse
05:13
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Bury me in the backyard with my best friends.
Eventually each means will reach its end.
They're drinking on the couch, so I'm leaving any minute now.
I guess I'm just more diffident than I present.
'Cause I just want to go to sleep
and find some silence in my dreams,
but I cannot rest, though I feel weak.
And I just want to go to bed
and find some silence in my head,
but my thoughts are bursting at the seams.
Bury me in your bedroom without sheets.
Feed me your false pretense. Make me feel complete-
-ly hammered, getting nailed, enamored with being frail
in situations where false ends justify these means.
But I just want to go to bed
with someone who will not forget
how I made them feel when we first met.
And I just want to go to sleep
beside someone who dreams of me,
someone who will miss me when I'm dead.
But I still can't fall asleep.
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Michael Cera Palin Atlanta, Georgia
2 Jons and an Elliott
Est. 2015
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