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Serotonin / Laundry burnin' till it fits just right on my skin / You finally made it to dinner and I finally made it to Brooklyn / A truth and a lie / How could I not dim your shine with all of these faults I'm calling mine? / You're counting out grains of salt on your thumb and delicate slices of lime / But you never seem to stay too long, at least as long as I wished you would / But I never seem to stay too long, at least as long as I wished I would.
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I sleep above the microwave so that's how I forgot your name / Skulls crack like floorboards of stairs we took the carpeting right off / Took some time getting used to / Running dead, walking up the stairs, and crawling back into bed.
My debit card doesn't work / Been using that thing as a straight edge for my artwork, which would explain why there's no money on that thing anyway / Day in, day out, putting obsessive marks on my skin / Why am I so mean to myself?
Everyone's talking at the same time, and I can't hear a single word coming out of your mouth.
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Nightcrawler
01:05
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The best you ever had was in prison / and I'm just a wet dream / I'm black jeans / Sorry that you grew up in a mansion / Flew first class to a world that never wanted you.
Hope you found what you were looking for through dark wash denim and your makeup drawer. / I'm cooking flavored candles in my brain pan / Got a sweet tooth for science fiction.
Machinery / efficiency / you look so pleasured on your back / Missionary.
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Mattei Made Me Do This
01:05
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Body counts / amounts of blood / I'm sweating through all of my clothes / and I've been doing a lot of hiding from you.
Burn after hearing / comparing over bearings and all of these friends we don't talk to anymore / with egos too big to fit in the holes in the walls where they hang their banners screaming "safety in numbers".
Well, whether you like it or not... I know who you are.
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You laughed at me and never with me / Either way, I'm okay with relaying all this information back onto you / Mirror is my enemy enhancing insecurities that I don't look like anyone that you would ever want to be around.
I'm a voyeur to kaleidoscope costumes in your backyard music boxes / Not to mention your parents' faces analyzing my drinking and counter-pestering offers of help to clean up your backyard.
Lady and the tramp / I'm tracking mud / She's staring daggers across the lawn / parents are as scared of me as I am of them because they know what the look on my face meant / So when you got back from Poland you told us about how green the grass was there / and how much greener it was than your own front door.
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Whole Wheaton
02:59
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So I guess I gained some weight since the last funeral / This suit's on its last leg and there's not much cloth left to give at the seams / But I guess that's the way it goes when you stop growing taller / You get a little wider, and your pants fit a little tighter.
Cashing in on all of this karma that I got at the expense of my head / Spent the night in the ER in a hospital in Kalamazoo with blood running down my neck / I'm wondering where Dante is and the places that he's been since I've been gone, and how I wasn't there for him.
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Swear I could sleep forever / Fourteen hour dreams means nothing to me
House finches, so muddled by sparrows / Yet, hardly invasive
I'm just an outdoor cat / Suburban cowboy / Micro-dosing trauma to feel something else other than you.
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You're just an impatient art critic who never picked up the brush to try it herself, but you expect the same respect / You're just upset that I'm upset with you / No evidence of self-reflection, and I'm catching on and on and on / But there's always yesterday / I'm dreading digesting the bride stripped bare.
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