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Dad's Away On Business
02:52
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My lips are chapped my voice is horse,
The window's cracked and we're off course,
Traffic signs are all I see,
They don't mean anything to me.
Ignore a text ignore a call,
Act like it just don't matter at all,
Turn my head and close my eyes,
New York was one hell of a night.
My stomachs empty my mind is shot,
Twenty eight bucks is still all you got,
Smoked my last cigarette,
What's the point of living with regret.
This may not be your nine to five,
but I swear to god I'm more alive,
Than anything you've ever known,
Close my eyes and let it go.
This is all I ever wanted,
This is all I have to say,
and if I die right now go on with out me,
If I had to go at least I lived this way.
Pittsburgh's in ten miles and I know we've found a home,
In all the bars and tattoo shops that we've never known. (Never known)
The powers it getting light but we've still have beers for days,
Our friends know all the words so who the fuck needs a PA.
I'd suffer Baltimore for years and her vacant parking lots,
We lost the days (We lost the days) but the nights belong to us,
We said our goodbye to James with one last whiskey shot,
We lost the days (We lost the days) But the nights belong to us.
This is all I ever wanted,
This is all I have to say,
and if I die right now go on with out me,
If I had to go at least I lived this way because,
This is all I ever wanted,
This is all I have to say,
and if I die right now go on with out me,
If I had to go at least I lived this way.
(This way) It's hard to find your barrings,
(This way) When there's just cemeteries,
(This way) I didn't know
(I didn't know) I didn't know ( I didn't know)
I didn't know,
I didn't know,
I didn't know,
I didn't know.
What it's like to have a home.
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2. |
Left Of Center
02:28
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I can't make this go away,
For the life of me and all I've got to say,
These long goodbyes and even longer days.
Gotta stay right here until it all falls away,
To the bottom of this ashtray filled with my cigarette butts.
Cus I know this is not what you want to hear,
Left of center but I'm insincere,
Truth might hurt but the lies cut deeper,
Take one breath and hope it ends up clearer than this.
I know mistakes were made,
but that's to be expected yeah it's not the same,
but change is overrated,
And I know the way that everything got fucked up,
Yeah it's sad to say one sip would make the pain go away.
Cus I know this is not what you want to hear,
Left of center but I'm insincere,
Truth might hurt but the lies cut deeper,
Take one breath and hope it ends up clearer than this.
Than this, than this.
Cus I know this is not what you want to hear,
Left of center but I'm insincere,
Truth might hurt but the lies cut deeper,
Take one breath and hope it ends up clearer than this.
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3. |
Bone Dry
03:09
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Well I haven't slept in weeks,
I know that seems like a while,
And I fucking hate these sheets,
This really isn't my style,
And it goes on and on and on,
My eyelids keep fighting my back,
They won't listen to me.
And I studied all these walls,
I keep grinding my teeth,
And I hoping that afterwards,
I won't be able to speak
Because it goes on and on and on,
And I keep saying all the wrong things.
Every time I scream for storms,
To wash away all the shit that I've done,
This city seems to be bone dry,
And I realize that I'm out here on my own.
I love it in this house,
I know where everything is,
I can lock the door, turn out the lights,
And just live like this,
It goes on and on and on,
My mind it keeps fighting me back,
It won't listen to me.
I hate California,
And I'm afraid of the south,
My heart is in New England,
It's all I've been about.
Every time I scream for storms,
To wash away all the shit that I've done,
This city seems to be bone dry,
And I realize that I'm out here on my own.
(Woah)
Every time I scream for storms,
To wash away all the shit that I've done,
This city seems to be bone dry,
And I realize that I'm out here on my own.
Every time I scream for storms,
To wash away all the shit that I've done,
This city seems to be bone dry,
And I realize that I'm out here on my own.
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