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Whatever
03:30
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Tearing up in Walgreens
While I’m trying to find some Gatorade
Trying not to drink Coke
Caffeine runs in my veins and in my ego
I’ve been living off gas station coffee and donuts
I took a Greyhound to Florida
Goddammit, weather man
I never will ignore ya
I’ve been hearing you’re back in the hospital
Cracks in the mirror
And the devil’s in the garden of gnomes
I hear you’re back
I can’t say no
You pay your rent
I can’t say hello
You paint your nails
I’ll be someone else
I’ll talk to you all night wearing scrubs
There’s just something ‘bout it
Driving out passed the trailers and the malls where the goths
They were all on parade
Dancing out, you got the kleenex boxes ready to go
White T-shirt and them rhinestones
But it’s all in vain
I hear you’re back
I can’t say no
You pay your rent
I can’t say hello
You paint your nails
I’ll be someone else
I’ll talk to you under fluorescent lights in the hall
Drinking coffee again
I’ll rub your back
I’ll cut your hair
I’ll read to you right from my phone next to your bed
I’ll walk outside
Down to the motherfuckin’ grocery store
I’ll buy you fruits and vegetables too
I’ll rub your back
I’ll cut your hair
I’ll watch dumb TV
Netflix, Hulu, HBO, Showtime
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever, you
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever, you
Whatever
Whatever
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2. |
Dishwater
03:45
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Scared of Saturday night
And scared of the mess it makes
I saw my blood in the dishwater
I saw it separate
Scared of Saturday night
And scared of the mess it makes
I saw my blood in the dishwater
I saw it separate
From the suds and the crumbs
And the draining water
And the knives and the cans of beans
I saw my blood in the dishwater
I saw it separate
Separate
Separate
My thoughts
My thoughts
I’ve gotta separate
Scared of Saturday night
And scared of the mess I make
I dragged my blood over all their towels
And I flushed and I spit in the drain
Went out into the pouring rain
They were hanging out
And smoking cigarettes there
And I bummed one and took a drag
Some guy asked me why I was so bloody
And I could not answer him
Answer this
Answer this
My thoughts
My god
I’ve gotta answer this
Gotta answer this
I stumbled back to the bonfire
And I sat down and looked at my phone
I heard “Blackbird” and the Allman Brothers
From some guys playing acoustic guitars
And I drank a solo cup of water
And I laughed at Marvin’s dumb jokes
I wiped my hands of blood on the grass
And I stared right back to fire
Scared of Saturday night
And scared of the mess it makes
I saw my blood in the dishwater
I saw it separate
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3. |
Painters
03:31
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We painted your house
And we stripped that wallpaper off
We threw it in the trash
Next to chicken bones and cheeto bags
And old newspapers
That cigarette smoke
Filled the basement up
As we decided which hue
Would best fit the room
And we joked
About all our best times
And how we’d stay in touch
Passed college
I’ve been telling you everything that’s real
Never saying nothing I don’t know
I’ve been telling you everything that’s real
Stuck in the back of Subway
You never did come in
And tell me “there’s no worries”
“We crashed that motorcycle”
“But we’re all just alive and well”
I’ve been telling people I’ve been sorry
Blanketed in the fabric of that night
You never showed
We painted your house
And we dripped down the wall and off
We tried to make it last
Long enough to smile back and think of
All our dumb sayings
And the way you spoke
But my mind doesn’t work like it used to
And the glistening future we once had
Is more like a catholic first communion “Amen”
Where we both know distractions
And just wanting some wine then
I’ve been telling you everything that’s real
Never saying nothing I don’t know
I’ve been telling you everything that’s real
Stuck in the back of the train
And you never did call me and tell me
“There’s no worries”
“We crashed that fucking bike”
“But we survived, just to let you know”
I’ve been telling people I’ve been sorry
Thinking about the future
But obsessed with those three days
I’ve been telling you everything that’s real
Never saying nothing I don’t know
I’ve been telling you everything that’s real
Stuck in the back of Subway
You never did call
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4. |
U-Haul
02:05
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Ripping through cardboard boxes
Under the vibrating light of the living room
There’s a mouse in our bed
And we’re packing the U-Haul
And getting rid of our curtains
Dig a ditch
Crush it from the land
Take out the trash
Throw it in the land
Wet socks
Defile
Throwing out a portrait of our loss
With the kitchen broom
Garbage bags
Running straight through the rain and
Garbage bags
Pictures from vacation to Florida
Garbage bags
Notes telling someone you love them
Garbage bags
Maybe just start brand new
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5. |
Sweatshirt
03:24
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It’ll rain again tomorrow
We’ll drive home
Through the mud and the melting snow
It’ll rain again tomorrow
We’ll drive home
Through the mud and melting snow
Taco Bell parking lot
You were arrested selling H to an undercover cop
With your name on the back of your sweatshirt
Of your high school football team
Go Cougars
Was walking beside the lot
There was a pawn shop and a vape shop and laundromat and a gun shop
Decided I could use a cut
So I killed some time at a barber shop
With its name next to a P.O.W. flag
With some octogenarian bullshitters
Talking about last night’s game
I should go home
It’s been 90 minutes too long in this hazy downtown
I’m here to pick your ass up and drive back to Illinois
God damn
Jesus Christ didn’t die for this
So then we go back to the motel
Pack some sandwiches and leave early tomorrow
It’ll rain again tomorrow
We’ll drive home
Through the mud and the melting snow
It’ll rain again tomorrow
We’ll drive home
Through the mud and melting snow
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6. |
Stripes
03:41
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We took for granted everything before
We took for granted everything before
Who came before us?
Who died before us?
We took for granted what came before
The moms and dads
The uncles and aunts
And the grandparents
With their thick black socks
And the fluffy wool hats and the
Wars since
They haven’t been right
Too bad
They gave their lives
And they woke up from the graves
To a YouTube sermon
And it was stars and it was stripes and it was gunshots
There were stars and stripes and gunshots
And it was stars and the stripes and the gunshots
Gunshots
There was blood in the alphabet soup
Must’ve been April Fool’s
Classmate brought a gun to the lunchroom
But a bullet in his head and shrugged
He had a Betsy Ross pin on his backpack
And his ball cap was camouflage
Remember everything wrong
Remember everything cool as fuck
Remember everything that became undone
Cause you never know when
Your time my be shot
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7. |
Covered
03:36
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Logan is six years old
He’s got a drill today where he hides under the desk
And in another three months
He’ll have another drill where he hides under the desk
Brianna, Miss Robinson they call her
She’s protecting them from shooters
She’s a first grade teacher
But at night she is an MMA fighter
Running out, running out of dreams
Running down the sidewalk covered in snow
You can be anything when you’re young
Running out, running out of hope
Running through the tire tracks in the snow
Cause you never know what comes next
Johnny got straight A’s in school
He wanted to be an astronaut
He’s 36 and twice divorced
He’s indicted on insurance fraud
Angela, she was a talented actress on the stage
She makes a living serving drinks
On Wednesdays she’s an Uber driver
Running out, running out of dreams
Running down the sidewalk covered in snow
You can be anything when you’re young
Running out, running out of hope
Running through the tire tracks in the snow
Cause you never know
Run the snow
Crash your car in the trees
Take off your clothes
Tape up your license plate
Run the streets
Dowse your wounds with bottles of water
Make a scene
Make amends
Running out, running out of dreams
Running down the sidewalk covered in snow
You can be anything when you’re young
Running out, running out of hope
Running through the tire tracks in the snow
Cause you never know what comes next
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8. |
St. Michael
02:56
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St. Michael, yeah he is alright with me
But yeah, but am I alright with him?
And tomorrow’s already gone
And the paranoia becomes my friend
And the party’s worn off
And the speakers and the guns are loudly singing
Fast forward to the pouring rain
I was thinking ‘bout my sorrow
And the memory became my friend
And tomorrow’s already gone
And the paranoia sinks into my being
And the party’s all wrong
And the streamers and confetti
Are crouching on the leaves
Remember that summer we spent on the beach?
High on salt water and drunk on the sun and bleach?
And we tracked sand into our bed, but we did not sleep
And at the end of the summer we split
You ordered a burger and Buffalo Wild Wings
St. Michael, yeah he is alright with me
But yeah, but am I alright with him?
He’s a warrior angel
Meant to keep God safe from sinners
He’ll protect God’s children
And keep the rest of us out of heaven
St. Michael, yeah he is alright with me
But yeah, but am I alright with him?
And tomorrow’s already gone
And the paranoia becomes my friend
And the party’s worn off
And the speakers and the guns are loudly singing
Fast forward to the pouring rain
Fast forward to jumping in the lake
Fast forward to the pouring rain
Wash my body clean
Wash my body clean
Wash my body clean
Wash my body clean
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9. |
Crush
02:17
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On that same fucking beach
Where we were two years ago
We cut the sky out of the pictures we took
And the kites and all the beer bottles
On that same fucking beach
I remember staring up at the sky
With my eyes closed
And that glow seeped in
In the greatest of lakes we are
The greatest of lakes we are
And the greatest mistakes we are
Greatest mistakes we are
In the greatest of lakes we are
The crash, the cull, the crush, the rolling
Goth teens vaping on the shoreline
As visored men pan for gold
Memories, tie-dyed shirts, and legs
Squinting eyes and tattooed wrists
And tracking sand back into the car
And driving home
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10. |
Apartment
04:13
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New York City
Hoping for something and hoping for nothing at all
It’ll eat you alive
Do you have backup plan?
Let’s grab a slice
Then we went home
We sat in our living room
We pet the cat
And watched the tube
New York City
Hoping for something and hoping for nothing at all
You leaving’s such a drag
I’m sure you have a plan
Enjoy the rats
Then we went home
We sat in our living room
I pour a glass of wine
You call your mom
We went to CVS and got our prescriptions and
Numbed out in the morning light
We went to Times Square and
We bought our McCafé’s and
Drank them in the twilight
We went to Central Park and
We stretched our legs out
Then we went home
We sat in our living room
Of our New York City apartment
200-square feet
New York City
Hoping for something and hoping for nothing at all
Do you have a backup plan?
It’ll eat you alive
Let’s grab a slice
New York City
Hoping for something and hoping for nothing at all
It’ll eat you alive
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