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Old Man
02:12
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Old man
Singing songs from your hometown
Keep it down, keep it down, keep it down
We've all got somewhere to be
And I can't
Seem to focus on anything
I can't depend on my friends any more
I think it's time to make some enemies
Not fairly divided between
What's good and what's right
I've been falling asleep on my own most nights
Young man
Whatcha gotta keep on yelling for
Keep it down, keep it down, keep it down, keep it down
Or make something of yourself
Not fairly divided between
What's good and what's right
I've been falling asleep on my own most nights
Everyone's telling me to be more
Everyone's telling me to be more confident
Everyone's telling me to be more
Everyone's telling me to be more confident
Not fairly divided between
What's good and what's right
I've been falling asleep on my own most nights
Not fairly divided between
What's good and what's right
I've been falling asleep on my own most nights
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2. |
Ain't My Day
02:59
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I got a feeling that today just ain't my day
Stare at the celing, watch the colors fade to grey
Just as well if I was velcroed to my bed
I cut the power to the lines run thru head
Gonna stay inside instead
And what the fuck is a deadline
To somebody who treats time
With an attitude like mine
I woke up in a fugue state
Found out it was too late
To stop another Dr. Jekyll moment that plagued me
I was hoping that you'd finally let me in
Said you were done with all the introspection
At a loss for betters to waste my time
I burnt an hour looking for an axe to grind
Trying to fix cracks in my mind
And where the fuck is the exit
For somebody who says that
They can't live in the present
Where's the fucking support group
A team to report to
Who's gonna open my world view
There's a road there's a pathway to it
There's a needle that'll point us there
There's a sentiment to cut right through it
There's no need to get apocalyptic
There's no need to think the end is near
When all the words you say get much more cryptic year by year
There's a road there's a pathway to it
There's a needle that'll point us there
There's a sentiment to cut right through it
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3. |
No Days Off
03:26
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The incompetence ain't cute no more
And your lack of confidence it shows, I'm sorry bro
What ever happened to make you so insecure
A sense of accomplishment is all you're looking for
I love the shape of your name and the letters that spell it
I don't sound it out in my head
But you sense the fear in my mind and I know you can smell it
You take me out of my head
Overworked underfed
I took a pass on fun
Became a master of nothing and friend to none
I thought for sure that today was gonna be the one
But all I did was pull the sheets back from the morning sun
I love the way that you twitch when you're out and you're dreaming
Love hearing you talk in your sleep
There's not a day that goes by that I don't feel like screaming
But you pull me out of the deep
Get me back on my feet
And I think that all my friends are starting to notice
That my desperation for a career in showbiz
Has left me in a reoccurring state of hypnosis
At least that's how I felt around the time that I wrote this
So please stop fucking telling me to try meditation
I think I'll stick to drinking while I skip meditation
A formula compounded my own isolation
I'm trying to be better but I don't have the patience
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4. |
Guts
02:26
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Life is great but it could be a lot worse
Sometimes I wish that it would move in reverse
So my apologies could come along first
And I could be the bigger man
Life is great until it happens to you
You've been sitting round with nothing to do
You texted everyone you know to come through
And felt paralyzed for hours
Spilled my guts
Spilled my guts
Spilled my guts
And I think something got infected
Life is weird but I don't wanna be plain
Can't make a friend that doesn't share in the pain
All I wanna do is bitch and complain
I think I love the drama
Life's a bitch and then you die that makes sense
Can't catch a break when you're playing defense
Don't know when everybody got so intense
I guess I blame the media
Spilled my guts
Spilled my guts
Spilled my guts
And I think something got infected
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