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Incendium
01:32
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My First Rodeo
01:59
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They’re never gonna give me the key
But I know the city keeps a spare under the mat
And I guess I’m fine with that
They’re always gonna make me use air quotes
When I tell them I’m a “master” of my “craft”
10,000 hours in I fall to masterpieces
I’m a wreck and I’m a recluse
And I’m recognizing things inside me
You’d never want me to let loose
I’m a wreck, a world-class wrecking crew
Lost in my thoughts, lost in a forest
But the only way out is through
The only way out is through
'Cause I wanted oh so badly not to want it so badly
Tried to leave it alone but it snuck up and black bagged me
I was a bombproof horse just looking for a seat at the table
Now I’m a bitter blast shadow on the walls of the stable
And I’ve got, I’ve got some questionable things in my portfolio
But I’ve got a funny feeling
That you’ve grossly miscounted my number of rodeos
And I’ve got, I’ve got some questions about
Just how long that van has been parked outside my house
I’ve got an 80-proof vest I play everything close to
And a wire on the chest of everyone I’m close to
Of everyone I’m close to
They’re never gonna give me the key
But I know the city keeps a spare under the mat
They’re always gonna bury the truth
But they don’t know that I know where they hide the map
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3. |
Mouth Full of Rust
03:05
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Clever boy caught in a mousetrap
When you gonna learn not to fall for that?
Theres been cobwebs in your corner for a while now
My kingdom for a towel
This Faberge heart of mine won't last another round
Outgrew this make-shift tourniquet
Outgrew all of my usefulness
And I huffed and I puffed and I blew it all out of proportion again
'Cause I couldn’t sit silent for what was at most a couple minutes
Leave me here in the dust
With all these issues with abandonment and trust
'Cause I speak with a silver tongue
but I sleep in an iron lung
And I wake up with a mouth full of rust
It’s too quiet in this room full of elephants
My skin’s not thick enough for this closet or its skeletons
But I’d sell my soul if I could
For an advocate or an abacus to help balance your rain-checkbook
So leave me here in the dust
With all these issues with us
'Cause I speak with a silver tongue
But I sleep in an iron lung
And I wake every morning with a mouth full of rust
There’s cracks in my glass casket
Everyone thinks that I practiced for this
But there’s water dripping in and no one noticed
If everyone can see
All of these people surrounding me
Then why am I always so lonely?
Clever boy caught in a mousetrap
You fall in love with anyone
Who doesn’t know how to love you back
But the fix is in before they count to ten I’ll be off of the floor
My Greg Louganis heart’s not taking dives anymore
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4. |
Vanishing Act
02:27
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And they say the furthest you can run in is halfway
But I’ve been sprinting for days
Wishing they’d pave over the trees and make a walkway
Or a 7-11 or something
We drank in the spring, we drank in the fall
And it’s all the same
We drank from the spring and we waited for the fall
But it never came
These bits are hack
Don’t know why I’m still attending this improv class
But catch me in the back
Folding chairs and perfecting my vanishing act
And I’ve been to the future
She never stopped crying
Turns out I never learned
Turns out I never stopped trying
But the time traveler’s wife knew as well as I
That as long as I’m smiling
She’d always be sighing
These premises are hack
Don’t think I’m getting that tuition check back
But catch me out in the back
Running laps with my feet in these rat traps
Over and over
From encore to overture
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
From encore to overture
Over and over
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5. |
The Great Glass Elevator
03:05
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Got a tailored three-piece suit made of calluses
And I’ve been walking around in a name tag that says anguish
With my black eyes at this black-tie banquet
Looking Windsor-not that impressive
And they found me doubled over
On the floor of an elevator
Gasping for breath
Grasping for any shred of dignity left
Thought that the coast was clear
Threw my stones turns out the walls were clear
And they all saw me react, call the medevac
Get me the fuck out of here
I keep a pair of wire-cutters in my pocket just in case
'Cause lately I’ve been ticking like an unattended suitcase
There’s no answering machines
And the boys in the Bomb Squad
Are gonna let the red phone ring
Those motherfuckers don’t bat a fucking eyelash at me anymore
Yeah I’ve been crying wolf
Like I’ve been crying in my car
This heavy chest
You couldn’t lift it with the adrenaline rush
Reserved for mothers
Whose children are trapped under a bus
Please don’t tell the paramedics
What’ll make me feel better it’s incredibly pathetic
I keep a pair of wire-cutters in my pocket just in case
'Cause lately I’ve been ticking like an unattended suitcase
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6. |
Autumn
03:04
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Ran for miles in an old copper scuba suit
Held my breath for like a year and a half
Now I’m drowning in the corner of your living room
Couldn’t swim my way out of a paper bag
Locked my secrets in a shiny silver briefcase
And cuffed that heavy bastard to my wrist
All the words I wanna say are in a safe at the bottom of a lake
But can’t escape in time to finish the trick
Everyone’s already at the lifeboats
And I’m still putting rosin on my bow
If you need me look just south of the middle
I’ll be the one on the roof tuning up my second fiddle
And my loom is on the fritz so I can’t spin shit to gold no more
So I just sat there spinning in circles
With no hope left to float with my eyes on the floor
Just played another waltz with water rising up to my ankles
Replayed it all in my brain again
As I drove home in the rain again
Replayed it all in my brain again
As I drove home in the rain again
Replayed it all in my brain again
As I drove home in the rain again
Replayed it all in my brain again
As I drove home in the rain again
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7. |
Crickets
02:47
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Salieri’s got exclusives in his Patreon
And Vienna’s got deaf-fucking ears for them to fall on
Please wheel me back to my room
I’ve got pillows I need to scream into
And a few memories left
That I have yet to misinterpret
Got more vices then assistant-fucking-principles
Ignore my crisis as usual, I’m fucking invisible
Give em hell
But give them a gift receipt
Be anything you want to
Just be discrete
'Cause effort reeks of honesty
And keep that shit away from me
It only hurts when I care anyway
Atlas might need neck surgery
He shrugged his shoulders ironically too fucking frequently
And honestly it gets exhausting to be
The only one who can see through all this bullshit constantly
It only hurts when I care
It only hurts 'cause I always care
Give em hell
But give them a gift receipt
Be anything you want to
Just be discrete
'Cause effort reeks of honesty
And keep that shit away from me
So bear your soul
Have fun listening to crickets
Sadness sells, padding cells about it won’t move any tickets
It only hurts when I care
It only hurts when I care
It only hurts when I care
It only hurts when I care
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8. |
Fogdancing
03:48
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It’s hard to toe the line
In these tattered ballet slippers of mine
It’s hard to know all the steps
When you don’t know the first thing
The first thing about confidence
It’s hard to keep up the lies
Like all those times I said I was fine
It’s hard to see through the grayscale
when all the roads in town just circle back to Pleasantville
They’re questioning the authenticity
Of these blurry photos of me and I get it
'Cause I want to believe
But I just wanted to be someone other than me
Now I don’t know your address
'Cause you only live in the past
And it’s hard for it to not catch up
Even if you run all night
'Cause the past runs like clockwork
And I just run on spite
These jeans don’t fit me like they used to
And these genes don't fit me like they used to
These dreams don’t fit me like they used to
They’re questioning the authenticity
Of these blurry photos of me and I get it
'Cause I want to believe
But I just wanted to be someone other than me
Yeah I get it
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9. |
I Really Wanted To
02:26
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They’ll be here any minute for my kneecaps
So maybe wait a couple days before you cash that
Lock me away in my Faraday cage
Puckered face from the wine I made out of these sour grapes
Walking on sunshine, running on fumes
Up on these cinder blocks enjoying the view
Everyone’s gone, couldn’t make them stay if I wanted to
But I really fucking wanted to
I could have been a contender
Now I just carve cardboard boxes into pinhole projectors
'Cause my borderline peregrine eyesight
Can’t look directly at the bright side
It’s not safe yet
There’s bound to be aftershocks
I’m not a safe bet
I’m just an afterthought
They’ll be here any minute think you could
Burn down the forest, Get me out of the woods
Everyone’s gone, couldn’t make them stay if they wanted to
I just wish that they wanted to.
I could have been a contender
At least that’s what I keep telling this bartender
'Cause my borderline peregrine eyesight
Can’t look directly at the bright side
It’s not safe yet
There’s bound to be aftershocks
I’m not a safe bet
I’m just an afterthought
I could have been a contender
Ended up being nothing
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10. |
In Confidence
03:08
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On my deathbed more like my death futon
Will you still look down your nose or try to try my shoes on?
Is this where you wanted to be?
Blaming your problems on me?
I cried the whole way home
The whole way home
In your death bedroom in your death house
That you bought with the savings in your death bank account
Will it be worth it?
Do you smile when you remember your bullshit?
The whole way home
I cried the whole fucking plane ride home
And said
I’m gonna need a life jacket
If you don’t tighten up your lips a bit
I don’t know how much further I can go than this
But I told you that in confidence
So I shined up my giant scissors
Had her put on her prettiest gown
Reached out the olive branch to cut the ribbon
Like a Wachowski with a sledgehammer
I came to break ground
And build a better place but you spat in my face
Don’t wanna pose for any pictures, just cut to the chase
Hope it was worth it
Just remember you did this on purpose
I’m gonna need a life jacket
If you don’t tighten up your lips a bit
I don’t know how much further I can go than this
But I told you that in confidence
I’m gonna need a life jacket
'Cause you won't tighten up your lips for shit
This water’s thick enough as it is
This honor’s seen thicker thieves so fuck it
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11. |
The Better Man
02:21
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Go stand over there
And try not to touch any fanfare
Does this balance beam have a balcony?
'Cause I could really use some air
Guess I’ll just stand over there then
And wait for the x-ray technician
To take back this weighted vest for the results of all these tests
Or just to talk for a sec 'cause I could really use a friend
Maybe it feels better when you’re better
Maybe it’s the same
I’m just here cause I came with the frame
Maybe you’re not bitter when you’re better
Not buried on the opposite side
Of a picture of better men than I
I was looking for validation (in all the wrong places)
I was looking for the courage to speak
And someday I’ll find it
The lovers, the dreamers, and me la-da-da-da
Maybe it feels better when you’re better
Maybe it’s the same
I’m just here 'cause I came with the frame
Maybe you’re not bitter when you’re better
Not buried on the opposite side
Of a picture of better men than I
Somewhere at the end of a wringer
I’ll be smiling for real not just gritting my teeth
Somewhere at the end of a wringer
I’ll be smiling for real not just gritting my teeth
Somewhere at the end of a wringer
I’ll be smiling for real not just gritting my teeth
Somewhere at the end of a wringer
I’ll have enough air holes to breathe
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12. |
Soot
03:53
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Wipe off the soot
I want to fucking sparkle
But you’ll never see progress without signs of a struggle
If we start pushing our way to the engine room
And stop short in the bar car
We’ll still be warmer than the caboose
So I called and told you everything
But it didn’t change a fucking thing
Except I swam home and threw my concrete Nikes away
And went back to my tower where I stayed up for hours
Waiting for you to call and say
The things I knew you’d never say
Lace-up your skates and race me down to the lake
It’s been unseasonably cold in this hell hole
And I’ve got bruises on my face in the shape of your pillowcase
Stuffed with a thousand or so I fucking told you so’s
I’m sick of using all these ropes for blankets
While I sleep on the tracks of this train set
But if you opened the cabinet and told me I was real
I probably wouldn’t believe you
Probably wouldn’t know how to feel
Lace-up your skates and race me down to the lake
It’s been unreasonably cold in this hell hole
And I’ve got bruises on my face in the shape of your pillowcase
Stuffed with a thousand or so I fucking told you so’s
I’m a jacket made of magnets on a hard drive
I’m a corsage but when you pin me on there’s bees inside
And I’m a brushed steel reflection on an elevator door
Don’t really look like myself anymore
I don’t feel like anything anymore
But the only way out is through
The only way out is through
I want to fucking sparkle and feel less replaceable
I want to fucking sparkle and feel less replaceable
Lace-up your skates and race me down to the lake
It’s been unseasonably cold in this hell hole
And I’ve got bruises on my face in the shape of your pillowcase
Stuffed with bars of soap and all these cans of coke
Lace-up your skates and race me down to the lake
It’s been so fucking cold in this hell hole
And I’ve got bruises on my face in the shape of your pillowcase
Stuffed with bars of soap and all these grams of coke
I fucking told you so
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