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I am wrecked. I am overblown.
I am also fed up with the common cold.
But I just need to say goodbye
To all the metaphors and lies
That have taken me years to come up with.
Say it's true. Say you like me.
(I like you.)
Just for the night.
for me, it's been eternity..
And as I gently sip this drink,
I think about my lack of future,
And all the places I could learn to fall in love.
I know I shouldn't waste my time,
Wishing I'd been better designed,
yet for some reason still think
I am wrecked. I am overblown.
I am also fed up with the fucking common cold!
When I just want to feel alive for the first time in my life,
I just want to feel attractive today.
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Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Give me a reason to end this discussion,
To break with tradition.
To fold and divide.
Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
Talking with strangers, waiting in line..
I'm through with these pills that make me sit still.
"Are you feeling fine?"
Yes, I feel just fine.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling..
Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!
I used to rely on self-medication,
I guess I still do that from time to time.
But I'm getting better at fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine.."
Yes, I'll be just fine.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Give me a reason (I don't believe a word)
To end this discussion (of anything I've heard)
To break with tradition (they tell me that it's not so hard)
To fall and divide (it's not so hard)
So let's not get carried (away with everything)
Away with the process (from here to in-between)
of elimination (the long goodbye)
I don't want to waste your time.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
(Alright)
Tell me that you're alright,
(Hi, everything's great)
Yeah everything is alright.
(Hey, everything's fine)
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
(Hi, everything's great)
Everything is alright.
(Hey, everything's fine)
Hey, everything's fine [x3]
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Midwest love affair
I bend when I am bored
Late night liquor blue
Will lead me to the floor.
Can we fake it?
Can we make believe?
I'm so full of love
It deeply sickens me.
But all I could do was close my eyes
And cross my arms and hope to die
Cause you don't fucking listen
When I'm around.
The least you could do is take it back
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks
Cause I can't fucking stand it.
When You're Around.
Midwest aftermath, the rumors start to rise
Did I truly do the things that you've described?
They must hate me, every single one
It just sickens them, what I consider fun.
But all I could do was close my eyes
And cross my arms and hope to die
Cause you don't fucking listen
When I'm around.
The least you could do is take it back
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks,
Cause I can't fucking stand it.
When You're Around.
But all I could do was close my eyes
And cross my arms and hope to die
Cause you don't fucking listen
When I'm around.
The least you could do is take it back
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks
Cause I can't fucking stand it.
When You're Around.
No I can't fucking stand it, when you're around.
No I can't fucking stand it, when you're around.
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I like the universe, but she messes with my words
I'm not talking planets or galaxies and the distance just makes it worse.
I know what you're thinking, this probably sounds rehearsed.
So let's give it up for the New Year
Did this party of two have you slightly confused?
Now that our things are divided
She refuses to speak and I'm driftin' to sleep at the wheel.
Liquids, powders and pills, not quite taken against my will.
The tastes test of girls, from all over the world
who refuse to except my excuses.
She put up with so much of my madness and my self-abuse
She would tend to my wounds and fill me with food when I'd stumble in drunk for breakfast,
She was right to take off before she was consumed
...you're totally right, every action was well rehearsed.
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And we feel like rain,
When the words all sound the same,
In the lifeless corners of this empty frame.
Though we feel let down,
by the same old autumn breathing.
Winter's curse is just around the bend.
With our hands all tied,
to the blades of their design.
We are armed and ready to commit this crime.
We love that game but we never play
'cause we will lose and we wanna stay
the way we are
the way we've been for far too long.
From the falsest smile,
to the fear of death is why
the pain reminds us that we're still alive.
With our hopes on hold,
and our lack of interest exposed,
all hands damage our determined eyes.
But the lines are drawn,
and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
We love that game but we never play
'cause we will lose and we wanna stay
the way we are
the way we've been for far too long.
We love that game but we never play
'cause we will lose and we wanna stay
the way we are
the way we've been for far too long.
Say something, finally we're alone.
Alright is there anyone out there at all?
Say something finally we're alone.
How about a phone call now?
We love that game but we never play
'cause we will lose and we wanna stay
the way we are,
the way we've been for far too long.
[x2]
We love that game but we never play
'cause we will lose and we wanna stay
the way we are
And we feel like rain,
when the words all sound the same.
As the curtain closes on another day
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They carved a message deep within our broken hearts that failed to mend:
Make out kids never had a chance to be best friends.
She's into math and magazines,
Director's cuts and gray cell green
Armed with an eye for contradictions,
She sees completely through me.
I'm fond of Twin Peaks afternoons,
Inexpensive wine with cordon bleu..
Armed with a plethora of insecurities,
we keep each other amused..
And we sing:
Hooray for the madness, we are better by design,
Let's hope we'll never have to say goodbye..
Say goodbye.
Snowed in sleep over winter break,
Cocktails and miniature mistakes,
Lights out, we're covered in each others' warm embrace..
And we sing:
Hooray for the madness, we are better by design,
Let's hope we'll never have to say goodbye,
Say goodbye. [x2]
If we keep swimming, maybe this will never die.
We fail to keep in touch these days,
I'm liquid cold, she's murder grey,
Hollowed by circumstance that pushed us both away.
They carved a message deep within our broken hearts that failed to mend:
Make out kids never had a chance to be best friends.
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Tiny hands, recycled cans, the metal bands I could not stand..
The time you cried and threw your crayons across the floor...
These are the things I think about when I'm alone without you
I wonder of your whereabouts and hope like hell you're happy where you are.
You used to say that "you're just fine!"
But I still wonder all the time.
Hockey games, medical claims, police reports, terrible grades,
J, I'm so proud of all the things you've done.
These are the things I think about when I'm alone without you
I wonder of your whereabouts and hope like hell you're happy where you are.
"I'm alright, I'm alright."
I can see through everything you say, and all the lessons I never learned..
You used to say that "you're just fine!"
But I still wonder all the time.
Do you still believe in the stories told
To you by my friends and I when you were four years old?
How it got so cold that words just froze
We had to wait 'til summer to find out what was said
One of the best times that we had.
I know I say that I'm just fine,
But I hope you wonder from time to time.
I was nervous from the start that our muscles might tear us apart
(Are muscles tearing us apart?)
From the words that carve our lives to the words that take us by surprise
(I was never taken by surprise.)
From the sounds that disappear to the changes we begin to fear
(I can hear you clearly.)
One day I'll fail to breathe and all you'll have are memories
(All we are are memories.)
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Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm speaking figuratively, of course..
Like the last time I committed suicide.. social suicide..
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds..
And all the things that don't get old..
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life..
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling
we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That’s no shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier
You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.
God damn the liquor stores' closed,
were so close to scoring
it hurts, it destroys til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)
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you better open the door before i take a hammer to the walls around it.
i cannot let you inside my cell for fear i'll sink the ship and drag us both down.
our hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in.
our hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in.
matt makes his murderous demand: foreign films.
i take a stand and it's all uphill from here (at least i hope so).
kate claims she can't depend on me for anything and i agree
it's crystal clear. i reach for the bottle and disappear.
our hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in.
our hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in.
frank fails to see the humor in my sad attempts at breakdancing in every bar along lyndale avenue.
liz likes to liquor up my thoughts from the c.c. club
to the triple rock there's no escape from the chorus of people screaming:
you better open the door before i take a hammer to the walls around it.
i cannot let you inside my cell for fear i'll sink the ship and drag us both down.
our hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in.
our hell ends every weekend but it's all i have to believe in.
i'll swim backwards [x6]. i'll swim alone the long goodbye.
you better open the door before i take a hammer to the walls around it.
i cannot let you inside my cell for fear i'll sink the ship and drag us both down.
you better open the door before i take a hammer to the walls around it.
i cannot let you inside my cell for fear i'll sink the ship and drag us both down.
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this must be it
welcome to the new year
the drinks were consumed
the plants were destroyed and the hor'deurves dismantled
i'm not smiling behind this fake veneer
i am often interrupted or completely ignored
but most of all i'm bored
i'm trying to find out if my words have any meaning
lackluster and full of contempts when it always ends the same
why won't you listen to me
why did i come
oh why did i come here
these humans all suck
i'd rather be home feeling violent and lonely
i'm not trying to sound so insincere
but the postcard that's taped to the freezer reads "wish you were here"
how i wish i could disappear
i'm trying to find out if my words have any meaning
lackluster and full of contempts and it always ends the same
heads up
damage control
there's a ring around her finger
last chance for changing lanes and you missed it by a mile
why won't you listen to me
this must be it
welcome to the new year
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Fed up with "I made you look"
and Dirty Crooks without a clue
You're here to save face
And I say hangman, I'm on to you
Hangman, it's not your fault
commit this to memory
the bright ideas are wasted and lost along the way
Last call for medicine
to count me in and turn me loose
I never meant to hurt anything
but I never cared too
[Chorus]
COMMIT THIS TO MEMORY
(commit this to memory)
COMMIT THIS TO MEMORY
(commit this to memory)
COMMIT THIS TO MEMORY
(commit this to memory)
COMMIT THIS TO MEMORY
I'm just a guy that never tried
I'm just a stupid fuck with brilliant luck
and sometimes a bright idea
So shower me in a chorus of compliments
and verse I don't deserve
I might run but I'll never hide
Hey, that's not right
you can't complain
"everything's gonna be just fine"
from the pen to the dotted line
If memory serves, then mark my words
this game's called "catch me if you can"
and finally will salute all our bitterness
Fed up with "made you look"
and dirty crooks without a clue
you're here to save face
and I say Hangman I'm on to you
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I found a letter that said:
"I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down,"
You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now.
Save for a few of those late night episodes,
Missed opportunities, and "I Don't Cares,"
There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about.
I'll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things,
Just make sure you're not there.
This may sound bad, and don't take it the wrong way..
I love you, however, you hold me down.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloomed..
How will I break the news to you?
Cancel our dinner with Max and Coraline,
feed Jacky's gerbil and try to stay clean.
We'll talk it over after I've had some time alone to sort it out.
You hold me down.
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloomed..
You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
How will I break the news to you?
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Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening at all?
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening to anything I’ve said?
It’s hard to believe I cannot exist without you.
As hard as I’ve tried, I cannot confess completely, yeah.
These words will lament you and do sorts of likewise behavior.
It’s just part of the curse,
I’m just trying to stay alive.
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening at all?
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening to anything I’ve said?
It’s hard to admit, my weaknesses can consume me.
I search for the cure in the bottles of buried fumes.
The joke of it is I express myself without purpose (a purpose for living)
Yet you devour my smallness,
The madness to make believe.
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening at all?
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening to anything I’ve said?
If I can pretend, I don’t depend.
I can deny, deny denial.
Yet when push comes to shove and all the above,
I decide to live the lie.
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening at all?
Woah woah, can you hear me?
Woah woah, can you hear me?
Woah woah, are you out there?
Woah woah, are you listening to anything I’ve said?
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