1. |
seeking/leaking
01:47
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attention seeking
pipes leaking
the sight of your face
makes my body ache
the chorus of voices reverberating inside of me
say things i'm surprised to hear
things i'm supposed to hear
i'm getting better
trying hard
i'm getting better
in the back seat of your car
the tennis courts and the light breeze
open up a new part of me
dysfunctional families are all i know
expose me to the world beyond our backyard
kindhearted souls
and cold-blooded animals
kindhearted souls
we are untouchables
you say i'm just attention seeking
but all my pipes are leaking
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2. |
what did i do
02:41
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what did i do
before i let myself love you
how could i stand to
live in dark rooms
how could i stand to
be all alone
walk down quiet streets
aimlessly
maybe it's the medication
maybe i'm just growing up
maybe you're more beautiful than you've ever been
the sun is rising rising rising
every morning
and i am rising out of bed
and you are more beautiful than you've ever been
this is a song for all the people i love
this is a song for every girl who makes music
this is a song for all the boys who kiss boys
this is a song for every queer
who never thought they'd be here
in this room today
i am not a boy
i am not a girl
i am not anything the earth doesn't want me to be
but i still ask
what did i do
before i let myself love you
what did i do
with all my spare time
what did i do
before i started loving you
what did i do
before the moon came out
what did i do
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3. |
childhood home
01:45
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this is where it happened
i don't know how to feel
this is where it happened
maybe someday i'll come back and it'll be unreal
you hid the knives behind your bed
as if i couldn't find them
you hid the knives behind your bed
but i'm a child of bethlehem
i'm resourceful when i need to be
but i knew it wouldn't do anything
i'm resourceful when i need to be
on the side of the road lies a bird with a broken wing
check the expiration date
not that it matters, it doesn't matter anyway
check the expiration date
you broke my bones, look at the x ray
some part of me died in that bathroom
and it felt really good
some part of me died in that bathroom
in a way that a body never could
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4. |
high fructose corn syrup
01:25
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we sing songs to pass our time
drinking soda lemon lime
but all i wanna do
is drive around with you
we're gonna go to college
then we're gonna be real people
and i know it's bound to happen
but please don't stray too far away
looking back
it was sorta fucked up
but you and me
we're sorta fucked up
we sing songs to pass our time
drinking soda lemon lime
but all i wanna do
is drive around with you
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5. |
x's
03:02
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carve x's into my skin
let the blood run
let the blood run and run and dry
some part of me died
covered in gauze and adhesives
bright lights, clean floors
right now
all day
all night
right now
the turning point of the record i wrote
is never gonna come
i've got laundry to do
i've got books to read
i've got the whole world
to give my love to
uprooting all the things that hold you back
is just what you have to do
we were not made to be locked up in cages
if we were, i would have never been so close to
never been so close
never been so close to you
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6. |
best thing
01:53
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being in love
is the best thing you can be
at least that's what i heard
on my black and white tv
don't think that's true
cause when i was in love with you
i felt so empty and lonely
while never being far away from home
driving down quiet streets
making promises aimlessly
i felt alive sometimes
and i don't blame you
too young to know what's reasonable
too smart to know what's cool
too hurt to know what's healthy
and too crazy to go to school
being in love
is the best thing you can be
at least that's what i thought back then
don't think that's true
cause i'm not in love with you
and i'm the best thing i can be
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7. |
clean sheets
03:00
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some of my things still smell like you
i don't know if i like it
it's not as comfortable as it used to be
stared out your window and the light hit the wall
in such a sad and empty way
and the summer is over now
the air is thin and dry
i try i try i try
to stop
some of my things still smell like you
and i could easily wash them
i could do a lot of things i don't do
i sleep and i condemn
everyone who has ever hurt me
and the summer is over now
the air is thin and dry
i try i try i try
to stop
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