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Apartments
06:03
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Playing it out, keeping it honest
Maybe this town’s growing a conscience
Changing my part, changing apartments
Draining your stocks to pay the deposit
You and I, you and I, you and I, you and I
On the parquet floor said I’d want it more if I could find
Some kind of makeshift fix that could make me stick for the meantime
But I couldn’t promise it’s not a slow drift over a fault line
You and I, you and I, you and I, you and I
You can have what you want
Nobody said that you had to stop
Wasted now, so far gone
Trading your naked talk for the hum of the cars
You and I, you and I, you and I, you and I
At the new diner I’m like a satellite circling your mind
Watching an ambulance bathe your tired skin in its red light
You can’t hide what you don’t like
You and I, you and I
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2. |
Two-Player Mode
03:47
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Your calloused feet scraping me under the sheets
I can’t sleep so I’ll keep bleeding
When the sun punches in after my graveyard shift
I’ll get some peace, but I’ll still miss it
And you’re kept up too
in my own world
Maybe it’ll all make sense
Falling into place like Tetris
I know I’m not the only one who still doesn’t get it
I don’t wanna make you tired,
tripping on the subway platform
Your free hand on the blaring clock,
pushing all the minutes backwards
And your lost desire
goes off expired
Maybe it’ll all make sense
Falling into place like Tetris
I know I’m not the only one who still doesn’t get it
I’m reaching for the nuclear phone,
But I don’t know the password
You go ahead and make a home
I’ll catch up after
I’ll catch up after
I’ll catch up after
And you wear it on you
You can’t cover it up
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Grips
04:40
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Pasted on the sidewalk like a 3D rendering
Little people in their small talk,
in a perfect scene of the late night heartbeat
I’m not a part of it really
Just a spectator wondering how this started being
a cornerstone of living
I’ve been tired
Learning my limits
I’ve been feeling different
I’m coming to grips with it
I’m coming to grips with it
Everyone’s been trying to get under my skin
And they stretch it thin,
but I still got a space right where my ribcage is
I can’t tell the difference
between doing everything and doing nothing
It’s all one and the same to me
I’m tired
Learning my limits
I’ve been feeling different
I’m coming to grips with it
I’m coming to grips with it
I’m coming to grips with it
I don’t know what else to do with myself
Thought that maybe we would talk somewhere more quiet
I’m done pretending that I wanna be invited
It’s all fun, but I get tired
Scattered at the party like the cups around the house
And I’m listening in stereo to the things that I don’t talk about
Now I’m pushing the seat back, hiding in the parking lot
I still wanna feel it, just not all at once
I’m watching the pavement for a piece of solid ground
They’re all still drinking I’m still coming down
Learning my limits
I’ve been feeling different
I’m coming to grips with it
I’m coming to grips with it
I’m coming to grips with it
I’m coming to grips with it
I don’t know what else
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4. |
Manual for Life
03:37
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I’m on my floor cutting t-shirts up
I’m finding uses for fabric cause it’s easier
than figuring out a use for myself
Well, if it gets you well
Go ahead and get your fill
Give in to something else
I’m on an island of my own mind
Coast guard’s been circling, waiting for a capsize
Green light, come and get me well
Call in the diving bell
I’ll get a different hell
Something for show and tell
Got it all cared for, I’m a one stop shop
Calling it careful as I kept my thoughts
racing each other in an empty lot
Gone undercover, it’s practical enough
Sunday, wasting all of my time, crazy
And you asked me
if I’d like you to get me something
I said “peace of mind, a manual for life”
God, I was such a type
Trying it on for size
I could’ve made it right
I do it all the time
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Arrhythmia
03:54
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When the weight got heavy, when I quit my job
I pulled the covers up just to get some dark
And you came under, rented space right next to me
And we stayed underneath 'til it got hard to breathe
And I kiss your back
Cause I don’t want an aftermath
The next door neighbor’s bass keeps pounding through the wall
They never turn it off
And I can’t hear my thoughts
I’m trying to ignore it, I’ve got shit to do
I wanna think of you
I wanna think of you
And I miss looking up
The light fixture on the ceiling looks
like a halo when your head’s in front
And we wake up to the sound of the heat coming on
You are still keeping the beat of my pulse
Maybe when the arrhythmia hits you can give me a shock
And I won’t take it for granted at all
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6. |
October
03:26
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Maybe I should believe
what you said in my dream, what you said in my dream
It’s imprinted on me
like the sheets on my cheek, like the sheets on my cheek
I know I don’t wanna wake up
having wasted my fun, wasted my fun
It’s not supposed to be hard
Walking out of the festival grounds
we were kicking up leaves to the beat of the crowd
You say we’re not competing,
but somehow it feels like you’ve already won
But I forgot how it feels when October comes round
I forgot how it feels to be new to the sound
And you look so much different now
It’s been two-dimensional, anyhow
I know I gotta get up
And stop wasting my fun, wasting my fun
And you said, these days go and they come
for everyone, everyone
You’ve been going ‘round cursing the dark
Maybe all that you need is a battery charge
I took your lead and we closed down the bar
Made a mess of things, but it’s still a good start
And I know
I know
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Lina K.O. Brooklyn, New York
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