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Taki Tachibana
02:23
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Fuck!
I think I'm stuck on repeat
Must be a fault in the wiring
I'm sure the red lights are sick of me
Oh, what a tragedy! Oh, the audacity!
Threw pity parties in my driveway
Called in sick to work the next day
Puffy eyelids and a splitting headache
I woke up hungover 'cause I'm still hung up over you
I'm already mourning you
I know that you're leaving soon
For a girl with bright eyes and better dance moves
I blamed hesitation and self-preservation
Fuck, I'm so glad I never told you I loved you
I spent months treading water and cried to my friends
Stalled out trusting neither my heart or my head
I'm glad it turned out you weren't so warm in the end
Out of sight, out of mind, oh here we go again
Fuck your shallow rhetoric
Your coffee and your cigarettes
Your narcissistic etiquette
Do I have your attention?
Keep your bullshit compliments
And all your empty promises
I can't believe I fell for it
Do I have your attention yet?
Do I have your attention yet?
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I'll never leave my house again
And you can tell my ex-girlfriend
That she can start going to bars again
Without me there to glare
I'm so fucking tired
Of songs about ex-girlfriends
And dudes who probably didn't deserve them
Well, I know I didn't with mine
It's a wall of words that won't come out
A thousand tiny cuts on the roof of my mouth
A quiet TV 'cause my roommate's passed out
A couple fucking things that I don't wanna think about
Places I don't tread
The bitterness inside my head
An overwhelming sense of dread
Maybe everybody is sick of my songs again
I'll never leave my room again
And you can tell all of my friends
To never worry about me again
'Cause this is where I'll stay
I'll never leave my house again
I'll never leave my house again
I'll never leave my house again
I will never leave again
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Rawood, Last Summer
03:06
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I wonder what happened
When they emptied out your house and boxed you up
I wonder what happened
To the Godfather hardback that you kept on your shelf
And it's all happening
And it's all happening
I wonder what happened
To the contents of the toolshed you used to work in
I wonder what happened
To the wiffle ball bats Cory and I used to fight with
And it's all happening
And it's all happening
But it just ain't Virginia without you
We want you around like last summer
Do you wonder what happened
'Cause I know that I do everyday
Do you wonder what happened
All the good times and the memories drifting away
It's always happening
It never stops happening
But it just ain't Virginia without you
We want you around like last summer
Like last summer
Life
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Old Gods
02:47
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I can't help it
Always so restless
Talking and pacing
It's my time I'm wasting
And I will fall
Only to the weight of the world
My heart can't take it
My shoulders can't bear it
I can't be Atlas anymore
So I can and will apologize
For house I pace around the room
And the way that I divert my eyes
When I talk to you
I'm learning to take it easy
I'm struggling to relax
In this world that only takes from us
I'm taking myself back
And I can't help it
So I can and will apologize
For house I pace around the room
And the way that I divert my eyes
When I talk to you
I guess whatever happens, happens
I guess that's all there is
I guess it's just a god damn shame that I ended up like this
That I ended up like this
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There's nothing quite as sobering as rushing through a eulogy
I'm a little out of practice with this prayer thing
We lost your name in Sunday best
The verses, hymns and last requests
The father, son, the holy ghost, amen
I came to terms with my mortality on a rainy night in January
It played out like a movie scene with black umbrella canopies
The rifles fired 1, 2, 3
The trumpet faded solemnly
You deserved a symphony
We all deserve a symphony
Are funerals for the living?
We should have done things a little differently
Are funerals for the living?
We should have done things a little differently
I wish that I could trade processions for parades
The hearse and limousines for mustangs
Filled the streets with all your dearest friends
And a marching band to lead you in
I'd cross out all the dirges and laments
And sing your favorite Beatles songs instead
Tell stories 'til our voices give
And toast our bottles to the life you lived
But tradition's all we can afford
So mind the business hours at the door
I'm sorry, folks, our time is up
Please take the exit through the gift shop
And if tomorrow I die in my sleep
Please sing for you and sing for me
Not for the gods, not for the kings
But for the company we keep
Are funerals for the living?
We should have done things differently
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What Yr Worth
03:30
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You went away today
Worked just fine for me
Gave me paper in exchange
Didn't do too much to ease the pain as they took you away
And backed you out of my driveway
For the past few years, I've just been breaking things
I used to sleep in the back seat
When you were new and you were clean
We went where he had to go
I packed you up and hit the road
I was so tired and you were so green
Now I drive myself to work
And that's all that you did too
And I hope that people aren't taking every part of you
'Cause a hundred bucks ain't what you're worth
And I'm sorry that I made you worse
No, a hundred bucks ain't what you're worth
And I'm sorry that I made you worse
I was so tired, and you were so green
I was so tired, and you were so clean
I was so tired, and you were so green
I was so tired, I wasn't clean
A hundred bucks ain't what you're worth
I'm sorry that I made you worse
That I made you worse
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Padfoot Virginia Beach, Virginia
Sawyer, Karen, Kimball.
Virginia party emo on Chillwavve Records.
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