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Everything Collector
03:00
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I was born an everything collector.
It's an easy curation, nothing gets rejected.
I'm making waves in my down time.
I keep uncrossing my legs.
I'll make a mess in the meantime.
I'm just wasting time once again.
I fucked up. I almost cut myself a break.
I'd forgotten I can't take my eye off myself.
I'm causing shifts in the topsoil.
I keep unfollowing friends.
So fucking bored in the meantime.
I'm just wasting time once again.
Wouldn't you think that you'd have been forgotten?
But you're a central part of every exhibition.
I've made improvements in infrastructure.
(I've been expanding my mind.)
When my collection is up to date I'll just be wasting my time.
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2. |
Nothing
03:34
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You're only here for the night, just hanging out for a while doing nothing.
So let's get to the fight then make pretend it's alright to do nothing about it.
I've heard enough good advice to keep me bored for two lives and the rest is just whatever.
And all it takes is a sigh to get me wondering why we do nothing forever.
And I'm so bored with the same old religion.
And I'm so bored with the same old everything.
We're only here for a while making the best of a pile of nothing.
So don't you ask me to smile, just let me sulk for a while feeling nothing.
And I'm so over being told how I can feel about everything.
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3. |
Wynona Ryder
03:36
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I know I'm going to be made uncomfortable today.
I've put myself in a position that will lead to mental decay.
But I'll fight every instinct to run.
To hell with reasoning.
I'll embrace the surface of the sun.
I just need to figure out what it means to feel these things and not end scene.
And when I reach the point of instability I'll stay put even if I have to cross my eyes to see.
I'll ignore every sane thought in my mind.
What have they gotten me anyway?
A steady paycheck but an inconsistent heart.
Even though we've talked a lot about it now I still need to figure out what it means to be your Winona Ryder.
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4. |
Bitter Pills
03:11
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"Everything in good measure."
I can't imagine the pressure of trying so hard all the time.
You sever all you feel is too clever to avoid feeling overwhelmed by those challenging thoughts all the time.
And now you're not alone.
You got yourself back to where comfort covers your fears.
You clawed your way out and now you can almost hear them laughing with you.
It's really only an issue if you're still bitching about it now 'cause you stopped trying long ago.
And maybe it's still within you.
But I'm trying to find it now and it seems like you let it go.
You sit silent still.
Chewing bitter pills.
And we warned you but you still sit there choking on them.
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5. |
No Choice
03:13
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I'm living two lives, but I don't have a choice.
I'm trying to sing it all out without my voice.
I've got a lot in my head, little on my mind.
There's much to be said.
I've gotten everything I wanted as a boy.
I always dreamt of being gainfully employed.
Now I'm employed, then I'm unemployed.
I've got a lot on my hands.
I've got no time, but I've been making plans.
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6. |
I'm Not Myself
02:43
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I'm not myself.
I haven't been in quite some time now.
Oh, I don't know when I lost my way.
When I backtrack I'm led to a shovel and burlap sack.
When night falls take cover, my dear.
Ignore my calls.
Don't let me know you're near.
With the way things are, why even wait?
Please just end this now.
Seal my fate.
I'll forge ahead, put on a smile.
But I'm screaming inside like a frightened child.
As everything turns white
I'm not myself
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7. |
Shy
04:33
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Oh, paralyzed, you shy little fuck.
If you could only tell me the things you want that we could do together I'd try to make you feel happy.
I thought that maybe you would be into my little obsession.
But it doesn't really matter 'cause no one's going to notice.
The things we could do together.
Oh, paralyzed, you shy little fuck.
If you could only stop dreaming maybe we could start to see things the same way.
Holding hand while we're walking to get her.
Taunting oncoming traffic.
I hoped that maybe you could cure my wicked obsession.
I'm travelling this road alone.
And we aren't gonna be together.
And maybe if we're unlucky our lives will be really long.
'Cause we aren't gonna be together.
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In love with alcohol.
Can't stand a night apart.
Be careful not to fall, you might just spill a drop or make some sense of what you've missed.
Give it a rest.
You thought you had it all wrapped up in your control.
Turns out you know it all about nothing at all.
And now that it is sinking in, don't ignore it.
You talk about yourself like you've known no one else.
Your thoughts all mixed around, you're driven by your doubts.
Every misstep has been a test.
And you phoned it in.
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9. |
When It Dies
03:18
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My feelings for you run deep.
And for now it's mutual.
But for how long, we are not to know.
The view from the summit is humbling and beautiful.
But, I can't help think of how steep the fall.
Oh, when it dies, where will that leave me?
Back to drinking alone and internet dating.
Oh, when it dies, where will that leave you?
I've had enough experience to know what is coming next.
Don't know if I can handle this again.
Self-sabotage, it seems, is my way to circumvent being dealt another crushing blow.
Oh, when it dies, where will that leave you?
Inhaling smoke on a bar stool just waiting to be wooed.
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10. |
On My Way
02:54
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I tend to celebrate ruin.
Find the beauty in decay.
Either in love with the dark side or too drunk to walk away.
So you can leave me the bottle and we'll settle up some day.
I'll be gone for a good while.
Still lost in some new smile.
But I'm going away.
And you hope that I'll be sorry again.
But I'm on my way knowing that you'll all be sorry then.
Is it your place to remind me of who you want me to be or who you thought that I was once in some other history?
Maybe I found me a good half.
I might buy me a ring.
We'll tell ourselves we're not like them.
That we're still interesting.
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