1. |
I Watch High School DxD
01:24
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Thinking back on all my mistakes
I'm taking long drags from a short cigarette
I've been wasting
my time counting all my mistakes
and we've been sitting on this long dull street babe,
looking for parking
oh my god it's a ripoff of a Modern Baseball classic
Alpha Kappa Follie a Deux
I don't give a shit anymore
Lately, I've been taking long drags from a short cigarette
Drinking iced tea and water under rain sky and cloudy weather
clouds my vision on whether or whether not I can get something right
I can get something right.
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2. |
Shot In The Dark
03:47
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You were a shot in the dark
And I was hidden in plain view
I know you never knew how I knew you
You were the streetlight
And I was the empty street
We kept each other company.
I looked like I lost a streetfight
You looked like gold in the sunlight
And I knew we had a rough night
You got way to drunk and said somethings you didn't mean
I fucked up yeah
Baby I'm sorry
That's what you told me
But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart
(Very fast:I hope you know that my hearts in pieces)
I never knew we'd fall out this hard.
You took the stage
And played your part.
You were my cigarette
And I was your place matt
We kept time on our front steps
You were the trees in the fall
And I was the dead leaves
Laid at your feet in harmony
You got way to drunk and said somethings you didn't mean
I fucked up yeah
Baby I'm sorry
That's what you told me
But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart
(Very fast:I hope you know that my hearts in pieces)
I never knew we'd fall out this hard.
You took the stage
And played your part.
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3. |
He Listens On Repeat
03:49
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He listens on repeat
And he's getting high in the basement
And she's with his brother
In the next room over
And I'm watching her from the corner of the party
Where the introverts stand and say nothing
With our red plastic cups half filled with cheap beer
Trying to drink themselves away
From this place.
And she shows him "Dark Blue" by Jack's
He listens on repeat
While she's saying she's sorry
Drunken night mistakes
Turns Into morning regrets
Leading down a winding road
To when he stabbed her back
So she tells him she hates him
And he tells her the same
Yells that he's high again
And says that he's changed
He tells her he's sorry
And he's done with these games
Pulls out a ring
(That his grandmother gave to him)
Gets down on one knee
And she just walks away.
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4. |
The Cycle
03:37
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He cut the power lines
While you were sleeping
And like a whirlwind
Ransacked the place
Left your basement flooded
And destroyed
Everything in it.
And you cut his brakes
While he was dreaming of keying your car
And like a storm drain
Collected all of his trash
And stored it behind the bar that he frequents daily
And you start to believe
That maybe this isn't that bad
The cycle
The circle of revenge
Has never been more of a trend
That you wanna follow
The means justify the end
And that he's happy
Being the cat in your charade
Of friendly misplaced anecdotes
As the lights fall off the stage
You sit in silence
As he's driving you home
From another fucked up date night
Hey There Delilah
Plays on the radio
Before you shut it off
To try to keep the anger
You shed a tear
And he grips the steering wheel
Trying not to swerve into oncoming traffic
To feel
Anything
And he's trying to remember the times
But they're all just sex and nothing of substance
And he starts to believe
That maybe this is that bad
The cycle
The circle of revenge
Has never been more of a trend
That you wanna follow
The means justify the end
And that he's happy
Being the cat in your charade
Of friendly misplaced anecdotes
As the lights fall off the stage
Maybe
We should take a break
(He says as he breaks the silence)
And she says yeah, maybe we should
They're crying now as they know they're done for good
The cycle
The circle of revenge
Has never been more of a trend
That you wanna follow
The means justify the end
And that he's happy
Being the cat in your charade
Of friendly misplaced anecdotes
As the lights fall off the stage
The cycle
The circle of amends
Has never been more of a trend
That you wanna follow
The means justify the end
And you're happy
Being the mouse in his charade
Of friendly misplaced anecdotes
As the lights fall off the stage
To where they're standing
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5. |
Washed out
02:15
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He's got a sign
A shameless plug
Waving it around shouting about
Yelling Jesus saves us
And she needs the drugs that keeps her homeless
and that's where she wants to be
Knee deep in shit
With no help from friends or family
And I'm washed up
Washed out
In a sea of people
And he’s got a calling
Moved to New York to find where it’s been coming from
And he’s lost with cut ties
With cuts underneath his eyes
To make sure that he keeps them open through the night
‘Cause he’s lonely
And he's scared and to prideful for help
‘Cause he’s lonely
And he's scared and to prideful for help
And he’s washed up
Washed out
In a sea of people
We’re all washed up and washed out in a sea of people.
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College life is not for me
Could you point me to the couch where I can sleep?
And we're just stray cats
Outliers on a normalcy graph
Our paws hit the concrete leaving us incomplete
And every day it seems
I'm leaning more towards vagrancy
Then my half hatred dreams
And we've been falling asleep on couches in our dreams
Instead of classes
By fee
And we've been huffing our smoke
Mixing liquor in coffee
If we're not happy here
Think about how happy we'll be
And we're just stray cats
Outliers on a normalcy graph
X3
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7. |
Tripping In The Dark
05:05
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I'm always tripping in the dark
Over conversations
Making small talk about our
Lackluster relationship
facebook statuses
About Moving out
And back in with our parents
While we sit alone in our rooms
And pretend to study
Still waking up early
And Irishing our coffee
With a lack of abandon
Our ship is sailing
Straight into the brick wall of my imagination
And we’ve been sinking
Into the ocean of our deepest darkest thoughts
To keep out of the commotion of life
Recently
I’ve been purposely
Stepping on legos
To find a piece of emotion still left in me
Tying knots in my stomach
To keep me from
Hitting the floor
Exposing my cheap skin
That you could is paper thin
By the blood filled word count
That trickles out
Have you ever felt like the siding of your house
After enough time the color just gets washed out
And you’ll paint yourself brand new again
Just to be worn down under your cheap skin.
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8. |
Volumes
04:08
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And I'll be dreaming of you
As I drink myself to sleep
And I don't
Know if
Any relationship will ever work out
It wears me down
And wears you thin
And as I lay here drunk
Wondering
If anyone will ever love me
And your actions speak volumes
And the whiskey sounds as sweet as the lies you speak to me
And I hate myself for still wanting you to be happy
And knowing that you don't love me
And I hope that you're warm in the winter
While I'm out on my parents roof
Smoking cigarettes trying to forget your name
And I hope that your cool in the summer
While I stay in avoiding
Everything that reminds me of you
And your actions speak volumes
And the whiskey sounds as sweet as the lies you speak to me
And I hate myself for still wanting you to be happy
And knowing that you don't love me
And let our small talk conversations
Become our song
And our lukewarm salutation
Become our anthem
Because there's nothing more that we'll ever have
And I'll let the alcohol become my night time medicine
And I
Will wonder how you taste after
Your cigarette
And I don't know If I'll ever quit
I know you don't give a shit.
And your actions speak volumes
And the whiskey sounds as sweet as the lies you speak to me
And I hate myself for still wanting you to be happy
And knowing that you don't love me
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