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Compromise
03:18
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There’s a sign down in Oak Beach
Where we carved our initials
I X’d them out the other day
There’s a sign down in Oak Beach
Where we carved in our initials
I X’d them out the other day
And I must admit the view
still looks beautiful without you;
something isn’t the same
I’ll admit I still drive past your house
when I’m nearby
just to see your porch light that says
“She’s safe at home or she’s out with her friends”
You say you’re miserable now
I am too
that’s the closest that we’ll get to compromise
‘Cause I’m done lying
That things are fine
When things aren’t fine
I’ll admit I still drive past your house
when I’m nearby
just to see your porch light that says
“She’s safe at home or she’s out with her friends”
But you lie and you cheat, even if it’s with me
its hard to pick you back up when you’re stuck on your knees
and you can’t get enough; No, you’re never pleased
so you kiss him goodnight, but in my bed you sleep
yeah you kiss him goodnight, but in my bed you sleep
and I can’t fuckin’ sleep
Don’t call me, I won’t pick up
I’ll admit I still drive past your house
when I’m nearby
just to see your porch light that says
“She’s safe at home or she’s out with her friends”
But you lie and you cheat, even if it’s with me
its hard to pick you back up when you’re stuck on your knees
and you can’t get enough; No, you’re never pleased
so you kiss him goodnight, but in my bed you sleep
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Tolls
02:33
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Never really been the type
to play card games
this is not a poker face
I’m telling you straight up
that I want more from you
and I’ve never been an optimist
I know that all we get from this is
cultivating attachment for someone that we’ll have to miss
This distance is consistent
and it goes on longer than this fall
but you just say the word
my heart is down to take the toll
and everything in my past
says this is something I not do
but that was with someone else
and I was someone else too
You’re going away
Nothing I can say
Will ever change that, not my place to do it
You just live your life
and I’ll go on with mine
Calendar’s pinned on the next date that they align
That they align
But I know
I know you’re not like that
But I know
I know I’m not like that
But I know
I know we’re not like that
But I know
I know it’s not like that
But I know
I know it’s not like that
You’re going away
Nothing I can say
Will ever change that, not my place to do it
You just live your life
and I’ll go on with mine
Calendar’s pinned on the next date that they align
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3. |
Minor Miracle
03:00
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We broken down
Again and again and again
On our ride into the sunset
and I’m not a mechanic
But it seems
that this is not a busted engine
It’s just geography
There’s no road left for you and me
Left for you and me
The clock struck twelve, it seemed timeless
The star we wished on has vanished
A lavish coat we can’t fit in (Can’t fit in)
We’re too grown up to try and pretend
Throw out your watch
Tear all the clocks off of the walls
I know, my timing’s always off
and it’s apparent
passion’s turned to habit
it takes my life from me,
but someone’s gotta break it
The clock struck twelve, it seemed timeless
The star we wished on has vanished
A lavish coat we can’t fit in (Can’t fit in)
We’re too grown up to try and pretend
In the movies, the credits roll
but we have to deal with tomorrow
The clock struck twelve, it seemed timeless
The star we wished on has vanished
A lavish coat we can’t fit in (Can’t fit in)
We’re too grown up to try and pretend
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Simple Science
01:50
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“Anything to feel dead, to feel alive
Anything to get yourself through the night”
Has only brought you eyes more red than white
Headaches that follow all your good times
Coping’s not a simple science
But I try...
I’m still alive
Every day I try to think modestly
Shave my wishlist down to the things I need:
More hours in my day
More days in my week
More words for the things
I can’t bring myself to speak
Coping’s not a simple science
No, it’s not a simple science
The days turned into Rorscach tests
I choose to see what brings me rest
and life began to lose its taste
Digest the parts that get me through each day
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5. |
Roots
03:48
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They cut the tree down
in front of my house
I watched the whole damn thing
I watched the branches
splinter at the concrete
I watched them haul it away
That tree reminded me
of how things used to be
Most of my memories
have shriveled up
got too weak and fell right off
like all these fuckin' Autumn leaves
I look around town familiar faces abound
I guess no one got too far
The chances they'll never take
can be seen on their face
every night spent at Tulip bars
That town reminded me
my friends are who they'll always be
All of those memories
of parking lots
in the Square
chased by cops
It means the world to me
the world to me...
We tried to stay
18 for good,
but time has shown
we have no say.
Damned if I do
but I have to
be honest:
Our youth is fading away
I didn't grow up,
I just grew so damn tired
I watched my friends go separate ways
and grow uninspired
I said "goodbye"
and turned my back on my little brother
and tried my hardest not to cry
when I left my Mother behind
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