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"A Negative Times A Negative"
I'm drowning in numbers as figures and fractions multiply in my lungs
I can't breath equations when the variables are unknown
I know my addition, I know long division
But my problems are complicated
My problems are complicated
Where am I on the number line
I'm positive I'm negative
I'm coughing out questions that are greater than or equal to sound
The relationship of part to whole is the ratio of what could've been known
I know my addition, I know long division
I know my addiction, and I know my condition
But my problems are complicated
My problems are complicated
My problems are complicated
My problems are complicated
Where am I on the number line
I'm positive I'm negative
Where am I on the number line
I'm positive I'm negative
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Awful At Talking
01:27
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Done Walking
03:35
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"Done Walking"
I'm robo-walking and god-awful at talking
Mumbles fall from my mouth
I forgot what my thought is, I'm probably just shit talking
I thought I was a smart kid, no
Oh, what was I thinking?
Oh, what was I thinking?
Oh, what was I thinking?
Oh, no
I can't believe what I did, no
I'm robo-walking and god-awful at talking
Mumbles fall from my mouth
I forgot what my thought is, I'm probably just shit talking
I thought I was a smart kid, no
Oh, what was I thinking?
Oh, what was I thinking?
Oh, what was I thinking?
Oh, no
I can't believe what I did, no
I'm done walking, I'm done talking
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HD Television Screen
01:44
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"HD Television Screen"
Heart daggers in my television screen, pointing back at me
Revealing my insecurities, trying not to let them in
Or let them break the skin, find them seeking out my sin
I hate that HDTV, I hate that HDTV, I hate that HDTV
I hate that HDTV, I hate that HDTV, I hate that HDTV
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"Rhetorical Question Marks"
Gnashing your teeth speaking bitterly in mumbled frequencies
Gnashing your teeth speaking bitterly in mumbled frequencies
Like backwards questions with crude intentions
Irony is wasted on the blind
Backwards questions with crude intentions
Irony is wasted on the blind
So why do i even try?
So why do i even try?
So why do i even try?
So why do i even try?
Testing the boundaries with smeared truth
Some statements can be misconstrued
Testing the boundaries with smeared truth
Some statements can be misconstrued
Like backwards questions with crude intentions
Irony is wasted on the blind
Like backwards questions with crude intentions
Irony is wasted on the blind
So why do i even try?
So why do i even try?
So why do i even try?
So why do i even try?
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6. |
Ice In A Strainer
01:25
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"Ice In A Strainer"
I've been sittin' around counting the days
Feels like I'm wasting away
Like ice in a strainer, Ice in a strainer
But I guess that I can't complain 'cause I know I'm safe
Though I'm feeling faint, yeah
A bit under the weather, a bit under the weather
I've been feeling faint, yeah
A bit under the weather
I've been sittin' around counting the days
Feels like I'm wasting away
Like ice in a strainer, Ice in a strainer
But I guess that I can't complain 'cause I know I'm safe
Though I'm feeling faint, yeah
A bit under the weather, a bit under the weather
I've been feeling faint, yeah
A bit under the weather
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7. |
I'll Write A Song
02:24
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"I'll Write A Song"
I'll pick up a pick and I'll take another swig of beer
I'll remember the good times, along with all the tears
I'll write a song that sucks, I'll make a million bucks
In the limelight they'll be near
They'll feed on my fear
They'll like what they hear
They'll buy, they'll buy
They'll buy, they'll buy
My new album
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8. |
In That Moment
02:55
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"In That Moment"
Whenever I see you, I'm falling endlessly;
Instantly my back sprouts wings
And though those feathers are flapping relentlessly;
Humans can only fly in their dreams
Your shoulders were frozen;
Your eyes hold the truth
And though I keep listening,
Your eyes stay mute
We'll never know what we're missing,
If we're fixed at our own point of view
Over and over I reword my sentences,
Picking apart every possible meaning
My minds a puzzle of pronouns and adjectives,
And then I end up not speaking
Your shoulders were frozen;
your eyes let me know
Losing sight we let ourselves go
And in that moment we're all that we know
Yeah, in that moment we're all that we know
Whenever I see you, I end up not speaking
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Just Me
00:54
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"Just Me"
Just me, myself and the Holy Ghost of the past, the present and future mistakes. Mr. Mrs. Take Take Take, he said, she said, "Point your finger at me again!" again and again. Pockets full of rosies, pockets full of regret, ashes, ashes we all forget. Just me, myself and I guess that's it. Just me, myself and I guess that's it. Just me, myself and I guess that's it.
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Lurking Variables
02:41
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"Lurking Variables"
The population average is a statistic of disdain
And my abnormal behavior deserves a better name
My actions are my right, self-harm as they're claimed
You've got to redefine normal and avoid what's the same
Avoid what's the same
Hey!
Repetition always defines an adjective,
We all get by living off of additives
It's okay, it's okay, just because I'm not a snowflake doesn't mean I'm clichéd
Repetition always defines an adjective,
We all get by living off of additives
It's okay, it's okay, just because I'm not a snowflake doesn't mean I'm clichéd
The population average is a statistic of disdain
And my abnormal behavior deserves a better name
My actions are my right, self-harm as they're claimed
You've got to redefine normal and avoid what's the same
Avoid what's the same
Hey!
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11. |
Over Due
03:02
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"Over Due"
You're just a photograph of a portrait based on a true story
You want me to forfeit so you can take all the glory
I'll try not to judge a book by it's cover
But your colors are fading
I'll try not to judge a book by it's cover
But your binding is torn
Good thing the thunder you have stolen can be bought back cheap
Since every man you're seen with knows where you sleep
I'll try not to judge a book by it's cover
But your colors are fading
I'll try not to judge a book by it's cover
But your binding is torn
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12. |
The Dust Under The Rug
02:40
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"The Dust Under The Rug"
Shrapnel through the ribbons
The knots are untying
We made these mistakes
But my guilt is dying down
Hats off to the ones left longing
We knew what we wanted
and ash is left smoking now
As the blindfold falls
it blankets opinions
Shoot me in the heart (shoot me in the heart)
I want you to feel this like I feel this
With legs like a staircase
My eyes are climbing
But the top floor is a mile away now
The influence in the air around us
Intoxicates are minds with nonsense
But this is what we fought for, this is what we wanted
And like the dust under the rug, we'll try to conceal it
But this is what we fought for, this is what we wanted
And like the dust under the rug, we'll try to conceal it
As the blindfold falls (as the blindfold falls)
it blankets opinions (it blankets opinions)
Shoot me in the heart (shoot me in the heart)
I want you to feel this like I feel this
As the blindfold falls (as the blindfold falls)
it blankets opinions (it blankets opinions)
Shoot me in the heart (shoot me in the heart)
I want you to feel this like I feel this
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