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Nuisance
03:31
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I guess I crave internal honesty
What resonates within should resonate throughout
It’s an impossible frequency
And in the face of fleeting apathy
The foreign front of a feigned empathy
I saw the person I was inside
Oh and it scared me
Oh do I scare you?
Am I a nuisance?
Do I deserve love?
And if I do, when will I lose it?
Ahhh
I will expose all my indecency
I will expunge the parts no one should ever see
Which is really the majority
And in my utter lack of self-esteem
The purifying flames of suffering
The flaws were really just minor things
Oh but they scared me
Oh do I scare you?
Am I a nuisance?
Do I deserve love?
And if I do, when will I lose it?
Ahhh
I don’t want your platitudes
I want someone to tell me I am not enough
That I could do so much more to
Make the world a better place
I want to confront you
I want to scream until your heart starts breaking too
I want my grief to motivate me to
Do something more worthwhile
Than sitting on my ass
And wringing my hands
I caught a breath that flew between my lips
Maybe too short or not compassionate
Not suffocating, just inadequate
I don’t deserve this kind of self-abuse
It masquerades as justice, sounds like truth
But in the end nothing improves
Oh and it tells me
I wouldn’t like me
If I was like me
So if you leave me, I understand
I’m sorry
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2. |
Ukulele Girl
04:54
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I feel less disappointed
When fine is just out of reach
I don’t quite feel appointed
But if you do, own to their each
I can’t remember the last time
I allowed myself to hope
If things get better, they could get worse
It’s a pragmatic way to cope
The morning starts at the first buzz
And I’ll wake up begrudgingly
And once the curtains open
I try to relearn how to breathe
I can’t remember the last time
The clouds covered the sun
But when they do it’s really dark
Oh those clouds weigh a ton
Ukulele girl
What have you got to say to me
Ahh
Ukulele girl
What have you got to
Say to me
Sometimes well-meaning neurons
Can form a knot inside my chest
'cause if I saw them coming
Maybe the words would’ve hurt less
But I remember the last time
I made the world worse
When was the first time I noticed that
Is it a blessing or a curse
Ukulele girl
What have you got to say to me
Ahh
Ukulele girl
What have you got to
Say to me
Ahhh
I’m prone to overthinking
When I am driving in my car
'cause once you deconstruct it
The pieces start to fall apart
But I remember the last time
I couldn’t shake a grin
Some days I panic 'cause I’m afraid
It’ll never happen again
I have to believe it will happen
Again
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3. |
Wish I Could Stay
03:49
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The end is near
We both know that
We both know that
But I can’t say
The words out loud
The words out loud
Tell me I’m wrong because I'm not
Know me better than I’ve ever known anybody else
Grip my hand, don’t let me slip away
Although I finally see
That it wouldn’t help
Wish I could stay
Wish I could stay
But I have to go
Please take your time
I’ll take yours too
I’ll take yours too
Don’t hold your breath
You can breathe for me
And I’ll breathe for you
If I could say how I feel
I’d tell you how I feel when I’m alone
But for now I’ll keep it in a box
Because I love you too much
To tell you I don’t
Wish I could stay
Wish I could stay
But I have to go
Don’t be so sad
It’s only for the best
Don’t be so sad
It’s only for the best
Once upon a time
We were in love
We were in love
Or something like that
I couldn’t tell you how I feel
Because I wanted you to never know
Never know, never know
Never know, never know
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I hope to God I grow old then I die
I hope that I look back and say
“Hell, how did I get here?”
I hope the days go by and I never know
I hope to God I grow old then I die
I hope I never panic at the past
I hope it never scares me
That the days they went so fast
You know they say the good times, they never last
I hope I never panic at the past
Some days I pray for peace inside my head
Some days I pray for peace outside of my head
And once I prayed it all would disappear
But most days I pray for peace for everyone
I see the fire burning on the hills
I see the smoke changing the color of the sun
I see destruction rearing its weary head
I know our time is coming to an end
But yet I see the rising of the sun
But yet I see the mountains in the dewy morning dawn
I feel the hope just like a little kid
It’s briefly there, and just like that, it’s gone
I hope to God I grow old then I die
I hope that I look back and say
“Hell, how did I get here?”
I hope the days go by and I never know
I hope to God
I grow old
Then I die
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5. |
That Party Sucked
02:17
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That party sucked
And everybody knows
It was a warehouse full of teenagers
All wearing fancy clothes
Smoking cigarettes out by the toilets
Under the overpass
It’s weird to be the oldest here
God, there's so many goths
It’s just a night
Where nothing matters much
You might be right
But I don’t really care
We bought some drinks
The bartenders looked so pissed
And then we danced in little circles to
Nirvana and The Smiths
The DJ grinned into the mic
“Hey check out my new song”
He was so happy to be sharing it
We danced, it was okay
It’s just a night
Where nothing matters much
You might be right
But I don’t really care
Why did we come?
The email promotion
Promised this would be more fun
It did get sorta fun when Cardi B came on
And Tony started rapping every word
And after that we left
It’s just a night
Where nothing matters much
You might be right
But I don’t really care
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