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Twenty Days
03:30
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I spent twenty lazy days at my parents house
And that meant twenty days of sleeping on the couch
Cause that twin size bed, finally gave out
And I could hardly stand one weekend
Of hanging out with my old friends
But I guess some people, never really change
And even though it made things hard
I still refused to unpack my car
I spent 20 lazy days circling the block
With the house where I first found love
I wonder who's picture hangs on her bedroom wall
It was like watching the hangover on repeat
Cause there’s skipping scratch on that DVD
man this shit was easy, with a VHS
And though the movie had more parts
It was easier to turn the TV off
I spent 20 lazy days reading old notes
With lines that gave me a sore throat
I wonder if she still, has the same zip code
Two hours spent walking down the street
Counting pavement cracks that were at my feet
It’s funny how things change yet stay the same
I spent twenty lazy days thinking where I could be
Instead of looking right in front of me
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Empty Bags
03:53
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I’ve got two days to pack
All of these empty bags
But I don’t need another reason to be leaving you
I’ve been running low on cash
Cause I’ve spent every dime I had
On a one bedroom apartment without you
Well often when I wasn’t home I wondered if you’re all alone
Or was there room enough for two drinking my blue moon?
I won’t pick up the phone
I’ll be just like a ghost
Cause I don’t need another reason to be leaving you
Another reason to be leaving you
Well often when I wasn’t home I wondered if you’re all alone
Or was there room enough for two drinking my blue moon?
I’ve got two days to pack
All of these empty bags
But I don’t need another reason to be leaving you
Another reason to be leaving you
Another reason to be leaving you
When I finally lose ya
It’ll come to ya
Everybody knew but you
(Well often when I wasn’t home I wondered if you’re all alone
Or was there room enough for two drinking my blue moon?)
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Cigbooty
04:00
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She’s been bragging about her black lungs
Sharpie on her hands in a thick criss cross
A perfect paring of courage without self love
But I caught her lighting the filter without a thought
A stolen face from her favorite zine
It’s in today but tomorrow it’s like her mugshot
She’s a nightmare dressed as a bad dream
But you can catch her lighting the filter without a thought
But that’s one place I’ll never go
Seven dollars a pack of smokes
Just to roll up a fresh pack of grief
Underneath your sleeve
She’s been lying about her black lungs
Smokin’ Spirits the ones in the light blue pack
The perfect paring of courage and smug
But I caught her throwing the stales in the trash
But that’s one place I’ll never go
Seven dollars a pack of smokes
Just to roll up a fresh pack of grief
Underneath your sleeve
We all get fiercely high
To put away those fears we hide
But I couldn’t lie about my guts
To pretend I’ve got black lungs
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Off Time
04:44
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I caught you clapping to the beat off time
And your sense of human error it gave me peace of mind
It gave me peace
And I wondered what you need
Cause deep down I knew I wished it would be me
I caught you yelling in the back of a cop car
And you told me there was no room for an empty bleeding heart
So I felt useless
With a face full of regret
Cause deep down I knew this wouldn’t digest
Well sometimes I used to think we had it made
Like a teenager with an ID that’s fake
But now I need some proof
To know if you are telling the truth
Cause I’m starting to think this whole thing was a mistake
I caught you clapping to the beat off time
And your sense of human error it gave me peace of mind
It gave me peace
And I wondered what you need
Cause deep down I knew I wished it would be me
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I Don't Believe
02:59
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I don’t believe in heaven
But sometimes it makes things easy
I still can see your face
When you knelt down and got on one knee
Well forever’s a long time
So I almost called it all off
And I don’t believe in anything
But I’ll believe in our vows
I don’t believe in heaven
But sometimes it makes things easy
I still can hear you say
This will cost us too much money
So I put you in the car
And drove to the ER
But just like many a marriage
Sometimes things just don’t work out
I don’t believe in heaven
But I still can picture you there
When the pastor spoke your eulogy
For the first time I had a prayer
But I was the only one
Who sat alone in the pew
And I don’t believe in heaven
But it’s where I like to picture you
I don’t believe in heaven
But it’s where I like to picture you
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