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Hurt Starting Over
03:13
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All is quiet in the world I've made
Prayers and wishes that it stays that way
Everything is so picturesque
A fine delusion for the deep distress
Would it hurt starting over?
Would it hurt starting over?
Would it hurt starting over?
Would it hurt starting over?
Something ringing in my ears again
Salutations from a so-called friend
They lobbed a candy-coated love grenade
With instructions how to know my place
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt starting over?)
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt starting over?)
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt starting over?)
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt, would it hurt, would it hurt?)
There's a whisper saying to forget
But part of me would like to play again
I got most of my assumptions wrong
Learning lessons like a solfège song
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt starting over?)
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt starting over?)
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt starting over?)
Would it hurt starting over? (Would it hurt, would it hurt, would it hurt?)
All is quiet in the world I've made
Prayers and wishes that it stays that way
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2. |
Don't Care to Think
04:28
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Damn the ghost in the rearview
Trying to broker a peace
Between a work of fiction
And a fractured memory
The specter in the sadness
Haunting every choice
Each path that you have taken
Has a past you can’t avoid
Don’t care to think about it
What’d I’d do to get you out of my head
Don’t care to think about it
Desperate for a distraction
To give a little relief
The chaos on the timeline
Is it destiny or disease?
The madness is in motion
Embedded in your mind
Both regret and satisfaction
As the cosmos multiplies
Don’t care to think about it
What’d I’d do to get you out of my head
Don’t care to think about it
Don’t care to think about it
What’d I’d do to get you out of my head
Don’t care to think about it
What’d I’d do to get you out of my head
Don’t care to think about it
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3. |
Fever Dream
03:09
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I'm feeling the steam
Hot, heavy and wet
With only my gin-soaked sweat
To cool me within
I'm breaking out
Like an allergy
Every little part of me
Wants to burst through my skin
Am I alive?
Is this a fever dream?
Will all my lies
Finally catch up with me?
Desperate for breath
From behind my smile
As every unhinged denial
Seeps through my flesh
I'm melting down
Like candle wax
Holding off a heart attack
And feeling like death
Am I alive?
Is this a fever dream?
Will all my lies
Finally catch up with me?
I thought I'd get out once the getting got bad
Cashing out early with what I can
But the siren song took hold of me
And I'm left leaking out my dignity
Am I alive?
Is this a fever dream?
Will all my lies
Finally catch up with me?
Am I alive?
Is this a fever dream?
Will all my lies
Finally catch up with me?
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Pale Green Tile
04:04
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Pale green tile, with the crimson decoration
Unadorned through the waking day
Bulging eyes and blurry double vision
Frozen still in a cataleptic haze
Ghostly face slowly recomposing
Making plans, numb inside the shower
Amber moon spying through the window
Counting down the quickly waning hours
You’re in the in between
As I bathe myself misery
You’ll always stay pristine
Locked inside a memory
It comes and goes like an apparition
Calling out an evening of regrets
Branded heart, scourged by recollection
It plays again, cursed not to forget
You’re in the in between
As I bathe myself misery
You’ll always stay pristine
Locked inside a memory
Heavy soul toils with haste and purpose
One more wipe, and then the panic’s done
Pale green tile, the crimson fades to nothing
Just in time to flee the morning sun
Just in time to flee the morning sun
You’re in the in between
As I bathe myself misery
You’ll always stay pristine
Locked inside a memory
Oh you’re too close to me
Your voice is somewhere following
You’ve always stayed pristine
Locked inside my memory
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5. |
A Little Worse
04:08
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Worn out, worn out
The padding down to the frame
The fabric has been stripped down
Exposing every seam
Bleeding days turn to fitful nights
Underwhelmed and compromised
Inside
Get out, get out
For a fleeting moment's relief
You're shut in and shut down
Breathing in the unease
Staring blankly at the edge of time
The spinning clock has got you hypnotized
Inside
Here it comes, the same old verse
But a little stranger and a little worse
Catch the rhythm then catch the curse
Lay down, lay down
And settle into your rest
Maybe this will work out
Work out all for the best
It can't hurt when you close your eyes
An hour killed, the winning prize
Inside
Here it comes, the same old verse
But a little stranger and a little worse
Catch the rhythm then catch the curse
Spill out, spill out
And rip off another scab
Melodies fall down
With the meanings you have bred
Sharing secrets as an exercise
You vomit words to keep the brain alive
Inside
Here it comes, the same old verse
But a little stranger and a little worse
Catch the rhythm then catch the curse
Here it comes, the same old verse
But a little stranger and a little worse
Catch the rhythm then catch the curse
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6. |
The Business
03:46
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Pull up my big-boy pants and peek out the door
There’s unease I can’t ignore but I won’t quit trying
I’m stepping the dance, my memorized routine
Oh the choreography of the slowly dying
‘Cause I was taught to mind my business
When the business is not my own
I was warned to not act reckless
‘Cause the business is not my own
Tuck in my Oxford tails and move my ass outside
Though the reckoning arrived, it’s not my fight
I live to be regaled by the algorithm’s peace
With drinks at Applebees to cap the night
‘Cause I was taught to mind my business
When the business is not my own
I was warned to not act reckless
‘Cause the business is not my own
I tasted sugar where my spine should be
Still fermenting in my fantasies
‘Cause I was taught to mind my business
When the business is not my own
I was warned to not act reckless
‘Cause the business is not my own
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7. |
How Do You Feel?
03:05
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How do you feel, my heart?
How do you feel?
There’s been trouble in discerning
What’s the joke and what is real
How do you feel?
The old, familiar greetings sound like an alarm
With a fear of friendly faces I cannot disarm
Oh I’m wearing my discomfort underneath my Sunday best
While I force another smile and swallow my distress
How do you feel?
How do you know, my mind?
How do you know?
With so many hidden stories
To the masks that you’ve been shown
How do you know?
With a twinkle to their side eye and whisper to their breath
I’ve been answering their questions as if it was a test
Could the kindest of veneers hide just where the monster lies?
Do I double my defenses, is that how to stay alive?
How do you know?
How do you know?
When some you might have trusted reveal their truest hearts
Misguided by their trauma or malignant from the start
When you’re grieving for your past or a piece of hometown pride
Should you wrestle your beginnings or leave that all behind?
Well how do you feel?
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
How do you feel, my heart?
How do you feel?
There’s been trouble in discerning
What’s the joke and what is real
How do you feel?
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8. |
Half Closed
05:53
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Sun chases me westward
Early in the morning
Coffee spills as I kick the clutch
In my mid-90s sedan
County line’s coming
Signs herald the warning
Lazy insults and bible verses
Threats painted by hand
Oh, I’m pretending it’s truly an open road
Oh, hardly holding together with my eyes and mind half closed
Half closed
The pancakes are drowning
With the ketchup-soaked scrapple
Smorgasbord calls for second helpings
When I’m fixing to leave
But there’s blood on the table
Debates to be grappled
Just a word turns my insides over
Am I something to grieve?
Oh, I’m pretending it’s truly an open road
Oh, hardly holding together with my eyes and mind half closed
Half closed
Oh, I’m pretending it’s truly an open road
Oh, hardly holding together with my eyes and mind half closed
Oh, I’m pretending it’s truly an open road
Oh, hardly holding together with my eyes and mind half closed
Half closed
Half closed
Half closed
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