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Why are all my memories
Made up of things that never happened to me?
What's not, what should, what will be
There stands a line between is and seems
It constantly replays
Another bright synthetic day
It always feels the same
Another bright synthetic day
A neon world turned gray
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I got a few bucks in my pocket, I'll close the door and lock it
And I drive to the house I was yours in
Everybody's talking, bout how the future's so uncertain
So I float in the pool I learned to swim in
I never dream, so I sleep instead
There's not a nightmare in my head
I keep seeing faces of those I haven't met yet
I've just been thinking maybe
If someone's bound to break me
You can, can it be you then?
You can, can it be you then?
The more I think the less I understand
Tracing the lifelines on my hand
Even the crystal gazer said she doesn't know yet
And just like that
You take a seat and you start to chat
About things that feel much different than before
I'm sorry bout your sweater
I shrunk it in the drier
I tried to stretch it back but I don't know what for
I've just been thinking maybe
If someone's bound to break me
You can, can it be you then?
You can, can it be you then?
I've just been sitting lazy
My vision's getting hazy
Soft skin, sunny side up grin
Soft skin, sunny side up grin
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I keep forgetting to cross off the days on my calendar
I'm in a phase where I can't seem to let anything go
Driving north in a sunset rewinds time
Don't forget to set the upper limits on your life
Doing work from out of town, just to pay the rent
Canterbury love life, it doesn't make any sense
I'm afraid that I'm reckless and I can't tell
Druggy smiles and all nighters
And dizzy spells
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I should have waited for a longer time, I pantomime
Someone who knows just when to smile but I'm defiled
I'll get there soon, I'll be grown, too
I'll get there soon, I'll be grown, too
I see no face in the mirror, then it reappears
Exterior is a hueless ghost and I'm the host
I'll get there soon, I'll be grown, too
I'll get there soon, I'll be grown, too
But I'm all too young and starry-eyed
And always accidentally pushing time
Can't wrap my head around it
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5. |
Truthtelling
03:12
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The city's run by blue collar
Working class closet alcoholics
It's a strange truth
Strained youth
Everything is making me feel stupid
What's the use?
It's probably obvious I'm desperate
For a change
Today I saw a ghost on the metro line
It took the seat right next to me
It's cold hands touched my body
And told me
Truthtelling
Is becoming extinct
I tuned it out completely
I tuned it out all the way home
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6. |
Deadbeat
03:23
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No way I'm gonna make you ride the bus
You're right around the corner, I'll come pick you up
Hold wonder just like a cup
There's not a lot to do here for people like us
I'd do anything to leave the house
I settle down and I sweat it out
You never know what I'm on about
We get bad coffee and I stain my blouse
Pulse stays steady
You wait while I get ready
Heaven is such a lonely cloud
Pulse stays steady
And yet I'm breathing heavy
Always laugh a little bit too loud
Why is it always so hard to admit it?
Probably all of the doubts
Why is it always so hard to admit it?
As much within me as without
Always wanna stay inside
I don't even know the time
Looks like it's tonight
Oh I bet it's like five, six, seven
Almost overstepped the line
Lost my appetite
The future blinds my eyes
Hope I get it together by then
Pulse stays steady
You wait while I get ready
Heaven is such a lonely cloud
Pulse stays steady
And yet I'm breathing heavy
Always laugh a little bit too loud
Why is it always so hard to admit it?
Probably all of the doubts
Why is it always so hard to admit it?
As much within me as without
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Pullquote
04:22
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Use my teeth to strain the seeds
From the lemon juice I make in the morning
I dumb it down
Hot water and honey
It's my only routine
How much of this is you?
And how much of this is me?
Why do we always have to fuck
Like it's a punctuation point
On our world falling apart
Two hollow bodies knocking against the bed frame
You open up the bottle
And you throw the cork away
How much of that is you?
And how much of this is me?
Who am I trying to please?
Is it you or is it me?
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Scriptivism
02:11
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You push me and I'm swinging above the ground
I wonder what they'll think of me when I'm six feet down
They'll say, "She's everything we wanted, just not what we needed."
And for fears of being haunted they'll say, "she'll never be forgotten."
But what did you want, what did you from me?
And who did you want, who did me to be?
They'll say, "She's everything we wanted, never left unheeded."
And for fears of being haunted they'll say, "she'll never be forgotten."
How could that not be enough for me?
For if my life were to be left incomplete?
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9. |
Start Stop Motion
05:00
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After a week inside
I can't recognize a thing
The sun was in my eyes
It was exactly right
Exactly right
Hey,
I heard there's a town a little up the road
I don't know what it's called, but I'd really like to go
Hey,
I hear there's a town a little up the road
Where they still have wells and landline phones
Dust on the dashboard
Like I'd forgotten how to drive
The moon is in the rearview
And it looks just right
It looked just right
Hey,
The rain's coming down on the blacktop
And you keep spliffs in an Altoids box
Hey,
And all the kids out ride their bikes home
And in the distance there's a thunderstorm
It was just like I remember
It was
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10. |
Cold Water Flat
02:45
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So cold in the sun
So right at being wrong
Choosing between tragedies
Stay up all night
Borrow happiness from tomorrow
Playing chess with a ghost
Tearing down the studio
I am all of that
Cold water flat
Newspaper ad
Leaving the city
Throwing out your TV
Hum along
To the sound of a utopian future
Empty out your pockets
Into the street
Give it all back
And more
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Worthitpurchase Los Angeles, California
Worthitpurchase are an experimental recording project based in Los Angeles, CA.
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