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Turnpike
02:18
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There's a bus stop across my street
Where every morning people meet and greet
They smile and wave and they have a chat
About the problems the others have
Susie asks Tom about his dad but I
Still won't say hi
To my neighbors
There's a party in the tri-sig dorm
Where smoking cigarettes is the norm
The music's loud and the girls are proud
There's way topo many people than this building allows
Everyone's drunk enough to make out but I
Just sit quietly
In the corner
I keep waking up from this nightmare where
I'm completely unaware that
I'm the center of attention
But that wasn't part of my intentions I
Try to run but I'm last in line
Behind three thousand people waiting at the turnpike
Whicekty Whack
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2. |
I Hate Summer
02:43
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Trace it back to when we were kids in your house
Playing in your backyard where you buried your dog
At thirteen we thought we had it all figured out
Just hit twenty-six and it's not getting better
Remember when we used to dream at night?
Now we dream on the job at our nine to fives
When it gets cold you put your favorite sweater on
But it breaks your heart, cause it used to be your father's
And so did you
And nothing you do
Will keep you from living in the rearview
You get in your car
You drive real far
You tell yourself you're gonna try your best next time
But just outside
A voice yells
It's all lies
It's Friday morning and you slept in 'til noon
Six missed calls are the first thing to greet you
Three from your mom, she wants to know if you're fine
Then it hits you, you had an interview at nine
And nothing in sight
Is gonna help you turn back time
You get in your car
You cry real HARD
You tell yourself you're gonna try your best next time
A man passes by
He stops and says it will be alright
It will be alRIIIIIIIIGHT
It's gonna be alright
Perfec--
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3. |
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Her eyes pour over her pour over
The old man asks if you're ready to order
He says around here it used to snow a lot more
But that was back before we won the great war she
Smiles politely like you do
But her eyes are glazed over she's ignoring you
This girl's already made up her mind
She won't be fucking around and wasting any more time
With you
Bring the check it's time to check out
I'm tired of feeling left out
At a table for two
But I'm not entirely sure I blame you
Reach in to my back pocket and
Pull out my wallet,
The picture falls out
This girl is so sh0cked she opens her mouth but
I promise it's not what it looks like
That was from a passed life
Should have listened to my friends when they said
"Give yourself some more time
Wait until it feels right."
But how do you know when it's right to stop grieving?
Getting high out on the front porch
Wondering if I can force
Something new to happen
Find a ship that I can captain
All my friends are getting to fucked up
They're going downtown to act tough [Hey what the fuck are you doing]
And I'll join them too, better than sitting around here and thinking bout
Who cares if I'm not over her tonight
I can still have a good time
A concept so foreign to my mind
I'll drink until I go blind
Or at least until I lose sight
Of all the pain and anguish I felt when you DIED
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4. |
Denim Dress
02:22
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Those nights I used to sneak away just to see you for a minute
You'd blow the smoke out your bedroom window and ask "this is love, isn't it?"
And the broken zipper on your denim dress always got stuck near the top
But the second your mother leaves this house you know I'm gonna try to take it off
But I am nervous
And not so nimble
All my fingers are thumbs
Covered in thimbles
But you'd never let it get to my head
You'd say "Hey, that's alright, I know it happens all the time
Most nights I can't get this damn thing off of myself."
You'd say "Hey, that's alright, I know it happens all the time
Most nights I can't get this damn thing off of myself."
All your friends think I'm a loser and I'll never prove them wrong
And even though you hate my singing voice you love to hear me sing these songs
Because you're perfect
I wasn't worth it
The way you loved me fills me with purpose
But I should have never let it get to my head
Cause you'd say "Sorry not tonight, I know I said I would next time
But since the last time we kissed I just felt like something wasn't right
And you'd say "Sorry not tonight, I know I promised I would next time
But since the last time we kissed I just felt like something wasn't right
Something's not right,
Something's not right
Something's not right,
Something's not right
And now nothing feels right
Nothing feels right
Nothing feels right
Nothing fEEls right
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Driving down to Ritter Springs
Window's open and the air is clean
I tuck my hair behind my ears
A cool breeze whispers fall is near
It takes me by the hand
And reminds me who I am
Going to the corner store
Buying smokes but I don't smoke anymore
The man in front of me is testing his luck
He's scratching scratch-off tickets he wants to buy a new truck
Take his family on vacation
This man doesn't wanna work anymore
And who can really blame him
My father did the same before
But instead of lottery tickets and new trucks
It was fatherly lies and quick fucks
But you say "it's okay we're gonna give it back to 'em
Cause one day one day we will have chickens"
Oh my god no way are you serious aw I didn't think you would be back so early oh my god I have so much to show you.
FIN
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