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Wheels Fall Off
02:47
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Content on getting nothing,
I’ll stick to the lines that have been drawn on.
I’ve been chewing ears for weeks and confidence is shot
but I can’t get by on my own.
And I’m sure that all my friends are sick of my bullshit by now.
The shoulders I lean on are turning into crutches.
I’ll have my wheels fall off and leave me somewhere else
but I can’t get used to being alone.
I’m no good at mending fences
and even worse at burning bridges.
I’ll just paint over the rust
and keep hoping for the best.
And I’m so sick of making faces suggesting I’m getting better.
And the weight of the world’s been lifted down on my chest.
And I’m sure that all my friends are sick of my bullshit by now.
The shoulders I lean on are turning into crutches.
I’ll have the wheels fall off and leave me somewhere else.
I can’t get used to being alone.
And I’ll work this out somehow.
I’ll wait for the wheels to break, to leave me home
where I won’t stick out my neck,
where I can’t hurt myself,
replacing confidence with lingering self-doubt.
There will be no more roaring engines.
There will be no more quickened heaertbeats.
I will attach myself to something I can love.
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Cigarette Smoke
02:41
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Is it obsession if there’s no one left to tell me so?
Is it a pity that I write these stupid songs for you?
Try to convince myself there’s better wastes of time than waiting,
but I embrace those simple silences.
Do you want to drive out east with me?
Maybe we can find some clarity.
I’ll read between right angles, there’s nothing there.
Do you want to take a chance on me?
Is it depression if I never find the strength to smile?
Is it pathetic that I still remember every gesture?
Try to convince myself there’s better wastes of time than waiting,
or am I overthinking everything?
Do you want to see some band with me?
Maybe we can find some clarity
holding hands in sweaty basements.
Do you want to take a chance on me?
Hey, I’d rather go home smelling like cigarette smoke
than spend one more goddamned night alone.
I'd rather go home smelling like cigarette smoke
than spend one more robvandam night alone.
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Something Something
02:40
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And I’m a fool enough for the both of us,
so desperate, so stupid.
I’m wrapped around your finger so tight.
Whether across the state or across the street
I know we can agree on only one thing for tonight.
Am I a fool enough for the both of us?
The words fall out.
I’ve fucked up.
But I know it can’t get much worse.
I’m still a slave to young love and hopefulness
that I’m proud to have as my curse.
We could be across the state or across the street.
And we can’t make sense of what we want.
We’ll speak and then we’ll stop.
We can’t get close.
We thought the distance kept us safe.
And I can’t believe what I’ve been told.
I’m getting worn out and it shows.
And it’s all because of what I want the most.
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Repetition
01:58
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The sun won’t shine over cloudy mind
when every gray Monday echoes emptiness.
No reason why when deep inside
everything I always finish strong.
Repetition.
Crawling slowly every single day’s the same.
No end in sight, just keep on wandering.
Watchful eyes sit deep inside,
I know.
Repetition.
(...and on and on and on and on I'm)
on my own.
All alone.
Nowhere to go.
But I'll keep on trying.
The first 100 days are done.
Will I still be standing on my own?
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Millions
02:13
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I go over in my head.
A million things happen when
you dwell on the negatives
and they’re leaving me scared.
And this is no remedy.
It’s equal parts you and me.
Or that’s what I’d like to think.
I’m finding my faults in everything.
If I let myself go for what’s out of reach,
I’m guaranteed to fall apart and never speak again.
The spotlight’s on and it makes me close my eyes tight.
I’m destined to regress to what I thought felt right.
I’m building a legacy of buying into a hopeless dream.
I let it get the best of me and now I’m paying for it.
But such is the irony.
I’m latching onto much better things.
So be it if this is me.
I’ll be happier to never speak.
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Leaving
03:26
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Won’t let myself get comfortable with going nowhere.
That noise keeps getting louder.
I don’t want to lose the waiting game one more time.
I don’t know where we’re going.
I drove by my old house today,
the chairs are there with different names,
carved initials in the rotten fencing.
All that’s left are shadows in the blinds,
a broken pipe, a dream at night,
an inside joke, a slice of life.
Too old for 3 a.m. drives home.
Too young to sing about being alone.
Too late to sing along with all my favorite songs about moving on.
I know where the sidewalk ends.
Cold pavement without a friend.
Stay gold for me.
Don’t wait up for me.
Kiss the kids for me.
There’s nothing left for me
so just say your last goodbyes,
cause I’m never coming home.
I’ve got the answers in my head.
I keep trying to let go.
I know Division Street will be the death of me,
but it might be the start of something.
There’s so much left to learn.
But leaving is all I know.
Just like Division Street may be the death of me,
I know it might be the start of something beautiful.
This city brought out the best of me.
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