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Are You Worried.
04:06
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What a mistake that I have made
I mention here beneath the shade
In our bed but, let's be honest, I can't see your side
What a mistake that I have made
What a year that this has been
This choppy water’s hard to swim in
The cigarettes in coffee mugs mean everything’s implied
What a year that this has been
I’m still worrying about you
I’m still worrying about you
I’m still worrying about you
So many years we’re gonna lose
Maybe it’s true what you had said
In the sterile office reeking of death
It may not feel like it but we’ve done everything we can
Are you worried it’s true what you had said?
Remember the nights in our old car?
That diagnosis seemed so far
Now I’m fatter… broker - we’ll keep dying your gray hair
Remember the nights in our old car
I’m still worrying about you
I’m still worrying about you
I’m still worrying about you
So many years we’re gonna lose
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2. |
Oh, My God, We Swam
05:55
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There among the cedar
This is gonna happen, whether we like it or not
No one is your keeper
Waving to the hangman, whether we like it or not
Please make it better
Please make this not happen
I’m begging you
There among the trees
Oh, my god, we swam, for the last time we ever would
Goosebumps from the breeze
Disappearing whiz-bang for the last time we ever could
There among the dawn
I’ll tell you what’s scary, that this is real, not some tickle game
Played on our old lawn
Once you’re up the stairs… nothing is ever the same
Please make it better
Please make this not happen
It’s killing me
Please make it better
Please make this not happen
I’m begging you
It’s killing me
How much of this is my fault?
Do you think seventy percent?
How much of this is my fault?
Do you think seventy percent?
How much of this is my fault?
Do you think seventy percent?
How much of this is my fault?
Do you think seventy percent?
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3. |
Point of View
04:42
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I recognize inside of you
An old forgotten point of view
Long since thought to be deceased
I recognize inside of you
Nuzzle at my neck in the crib
Squeeze each mile along this bridge
Prohibited first and last feast
Nuzzle at my neck in the crib
Hover through the fog and air
It covers all but our firm stare
Silent, sideways in cloth
Hover through the fog and air
But I am in no shape to fall in love again
But I am in no shape to fall in love again
But I am in no shape to fall in love again
Breathing life in many ways
The bizarre touch on a reborn face
Collection of atoms come across
Breathing life in many ways
Retreat back to him you should
We are fools, in likelihood
I will stop caring
It was fun while you were here
It’s just a shame that she was here
She and I are preparing
It was fun while you were here
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4. |
Hurricane
05:07
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A realization came late one night
We are not alone
A realization means I held you tight
I never really hated talking with you on the phone
You are here in everything I own
I cannot escape
You are here - of me a perfect clone
How do other people in this life participate?
But a hurricane can’t storm forever
Shutter all the windows and the blinds
You don’t wanna see inside
Many days have passed - you’re a ghost
My empty weight to bare
Places we knew well… all have closed
And every single conversation feels like an affair
Everybody says, “time heals wounds”
That seems so unfair
You are here - my silence is the proof
Can’t they see your shit right there, god, who’s that unaware?
But a hurricane can’t storm forever
Shutter all the windows and the blinds
You don’t wanna see inside
A realization means I can’t pay
Attention anymore
A realization came every day this year
Moving differently requires me to be mature
You are here begging me to move
I am halfway there
You are here… still so much to prove
Give in to my yearning so our love we can repair
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5. |
Sinking
03:36
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I had a dream the night before last
Where the only thing that you could ask
Was “Where could I lay me down?”
And in the dream you died right there
I thought a bit but I didn’t care
At least now you won’t be comin’ around
But didn’t you love me?
Couldn’t you see me?
Wouldn’t you do any little thing for me?
Well, I guess not
Just go on yelling
Well, I guess not
Because I’m leavin’
This boat is sinkin’ with or without me
If I were on it, it would be a good thing
My life would flash and I would finally see god
And he could tell me what i’m really called
Is it failure? Or is it baby?
I had a dream I drove home late
You were still up, but I could only say
That “You don’t have to smile so mean.”
You stood up and you grabbed my neck
“You’re killing your ma with these things in your head
So just forget it, things are never clean”
But didn’t I love you?
I wanted to see you
It shoulda been me grabbing onto you
But I didn’t
I’ll always regret it
But I didn’t
So you don’t get it
This boat is sinkin’ with or without me
If I were on it, it would be a good thing
My life would flash and I would finally see god
And he could tell me what i’m really called
Is it failure? Or is it baby?
This boat is sinkin’ with or without me
If I were on it, it would be a good thing
My life would flash and I would finally see god
And he could tell me what i’m really called
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6. |
Your Last Few Breaths
03:55
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I kept your wheelchair
How am I supposed to move on now?
I kept your wheelchair
How am I supposed to move on now?
I knew you were dyin’ for a while
You would ask me if it’s true.. I’d tell a lie
But sometimes I’d say yes
I wish I were different
Look into your face and ease your stress
I wish I were different
Instead, I’ll always live with your last few breaths
I kept your wheelchair
How am I supposed to move on now?
I kept your wheelchair
How am I supposed to move on now?
Here comes the steady, still tone - an erasure
A conclusion sure to discover
All the things I should have done
I wish I were different
Someone who my love I could impress
I wish I were different
Instead, I’ll always live with your last few breaths
I kept your wheelchair
How am I supposed to move on now?
I kept your wheelchair
How am I supposed to move on now?
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7. |
Edison, NJ
04:29
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Elizabeth, do you remember when we ate that weed?
I was so afraid that I would never stop laughin’
But not the kind of laugh that encourages sleep
I could never really handle these circumstances
I concede that I’m a lightweight
Your memory is too heavy
A seventh floor first date
A grounded Miami entry
I couldn’t stop laughing… too much weed
It always seems to happen, a lightweight, I concede
Was I happy then?
Was I satisfied?
Was I happy then?
Happier than now
Was I satisfied?
More satisfied than now
New Jersey, be like you were
New Jersey, be like you were
New Jersey, be like you were
Things were so different, so different back in Edison
Things were so different, so different back in Edison
Things were so different, so different back in Edison
Things were so different, so different back in Edison
Things were so different, so different back in Edison
Things were so different, so different back in Edison
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