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Pour It On Lightly
03:38
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Ooh, what a gas, I'm in free fall
Got my hands on the keyboard
click clack automatic
Shamless and Cruel
So typically vindictive a cause
A good old fashioned take down
Any way you work it out
Pour It on lightly
I know it's enticing
You do it just to spite me
I know
I.V. drip from the apple tree
Can't believe this is happening
the Tik-tok Taliban
closets of skeletons
They know where we've been
Cuz i just can't help myself
It's getting unbelievable
I signed up for this shit
I deserve what I get
I'm an idiot for wanting more
Another nervous break down
any way you work it out
Pour It on lightly
I know it's enticing
You do it just to spite me
I know
I'm lost for words
I spit my beer out and I clutch my pearls
is this just something you're going through
What did i ever do to you
Pour It on lightly
I know it's enticing
You do it just to spite me
I know
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In The Way
02:10
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I slow it down, take a breath
Stop and think about it
I got a lot of simple problems that keep getting in my way
I rack my brain and try to find the words to say
But in the end it's all the usual complaints
Cuz i've been hangin' on
Just trying to do better
You tear me down
but you don't put me back together
I say a prayer, take a step
I'm overpowered
Cuz I've been waiting around for miracles
That never seem to come
I swear that every time we try to talk it out
My interest in the conversation starts to wain
Cuz i've been hangin' on
Just trying to do better
You tear me down
but you don't put me back together
The lack of information
has been keeping me at bay
I gave an indication
but I made a big mistake
The promises I made to you
I made to you in vain
Yeah I'd feel a whole lot better
If I could keep my shit together
I slow my role, bow my head, don't think about it
I've got a lot of reservations that are starting to decay
I much prefer to sit around alone and pout
After a while it sort of feels like a game
I got a lot of simple problems that keep getting in my way
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There’s always a drink in my hand
I repent just to do it again
I’m not one to tie up loose ends
I get by, by the seat of my underpants
My lack of follow through
Contrasted with your poise and fortitude
Unmotivated, I’m complacent and confused
Im not giving into demands
Drag my feet and I rest on my laurels
Does that make me less of a man
Cut me off, I’ve abandoned my principles
Have I arrested my development
I’m dumb beyond my years
My adolescent mindset
Triggered by your tears
I’m sorry love
I know we’re both tired of this conversation
And I’ve been insufferable
I don’t know what to do, man
I need a new plan
My apetite expanding all the time
Its self capitulating
My inner child destroys whatever's mine
I'm done communicating
Beaten up and forlorn
I don't wanna do this anymore
I'm sorry love
I know we're both tired of this conversation
and I've been insufferable
I don't know what to do, man
I need a new plan
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4. |
Jaded
02:36
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Took a right by the old apartment
Cigarettes in the glove compartment
Brutal Youth, it's a cold reminder
I lost my love and I never found her
Could I have been so oblivious
I was high as a kite
couldn't keep me underground
sh-sh-sh-shut me down
Summer days in abandoned buildings
Lonely nights running from our feelings
Got lost by the old apartment
Loaded gun in the glove compartment
Could I have been so delirious
I was down in the dumps
for three straight months
couldn't calibrate
I've been jaded
Jaded over you
You got me feeling so down
I try to tune it out
I make all the worst decisions when I'm alone
I'm in need of supervision
Well, I don't know
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Well I’ve been comin in hot
Pistols drawn
A little provocation
To get me going
Despite my best intentions
It gets worse
I'm begging for forgiveness
I need some grace
Passive agressive cadence
Puts me in place
Despite my best intentions
It gets worse
And I don’t like the looks of
Someone always getting hurt
Birds and flowers wherever you go
It takes a lot of effort to be alone
It’s not working out so well
Gone and hurt myself
The shit you’ve been talking to me
You raise a few good points
I must admit that I agree
I’m coming out of a funk
A lovers quarrel
It’s not a lack of candor
That puts me off
Spoiled with adulation
what’s yours is mine
Send me your salutations
And hold your fire
Despite my best intentions
It gets worse
And I don’t like the looks of
Someone always getting hurt
Little voices in stereo
It's quite pathetic but at least I know
Birds and flowers wherever you go
It takes a lot of effort to be alone
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