1. |
All Things In Time
03:44
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I've been doing nothing for a while now
I'm getting used to how it feels
And I've seen lots of faces on this planet
Now they all look the same
When the sun goes down the night comes in
All you're left with are your thoughts
I don't want to live
I don't want to die
So let's bring on Armageddon
To the places I'm forgetting
To the faces I let down
I'm sorry mom, I'm not around
I'll be back one of these days
Before the oceans start to boil
Wicked witches, trouble, and toil
Down with the bourgeoisie
I've been rioting carefully
In the recess of my mind
All things in time
All things in time
All things...
If I make it to Valhalla
I'll hide my pride with a balaclava
Call out of work with a lame excuse
Tired of doing what you're told to do
It doesn't matter either way
Hear a baby start to cry
It gets old and starts to die
Down with the therapist
Down with the pharmacist
It will all be alright
All things in time
All things in time
All things...
I've been doing nothing for a while now
I'm getting used to how it feels
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2. |
We're Not Ok
03:17
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Antarctica in Spring
It doesn't mean anything
A virus in Beijing
It doesn't mean anything
We're not ok
With this at all
We're not ok
At all
Dive bombers over France
It doesn't mean anything
We fell in to a trance
Didn't learn anything
We're not ok
With this at all
We're not ok
At all
We're not ready
For the worst part
White light so bright
Man I might just kick it in the afterlife
Where there's no police man
Politician
Industry titans
Or one night stands
Ex-girlfriends
To make amends
Take a deep breath
Try again
We're not ready
For the worst part
Good luck good bye good goddamn
Be kind do what's right answer "yes and"
Cause we only get a minute on this planet
Understanding that I choose to take it all for granted
Writing songs that no one listens to
Anyway
Blood loss in
Palestine
It doesn't mean anything
One more hit I'll be fine
It doesn't mean anything
We're not ok
With this at all
We're not ok
At all
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3. |
Existentially Exhausted
03:25
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Stood up by a gal
Then called by another
Cuddled with her dog
She told me all about her father
He threatened to call
I.C.E. on her college roommate
But she isn't like that
And she proved it was a fact
When she Venmo'd reparations to her ONE friend who is black
I laughed and told her
"That's a pretty white way to go about things"
I'm existentially exhausted
Spent the afternoon at your apartment
Listening to you
Confirm all my biggest fears
I guess that's why we're both here
Got lunch at one, she got me up to speed
On the nonprofit she runs and all her therapy
We bonded over
How sad this year has made us
Told her she's part of the reason I've been feeling down
Left for two weeks for Christmas
Didn't see her for nine months
She apologized
Then explained she's only dating bipolar men
I'm existentially exhausted
Spent the afternoon at your apartment
Listening to you
Confirm all my biggest fears
I guess that's why we're both here
Why we're both
Here
Why we're both
Here
Confirm all my biggest fears
While we're both here
I'm existentially exhausted
Spent the afternoon at your apartment
Listening to you
Confirm all my biggest fears
I guess that's why we're both here
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4. |
Millennial Falcon
01:51
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I went to buy a ticket, it was far too expensive
I only mention this cause I will be alone for Christmas
I'll think of all those that I'm gonna miss
Like my brother and my cousin and my newborn niece
My mother and my father and my grand-mama too
My aunt and my uncle who I hardly ever knew
I wonder if I'll ever figure out my life
Have a kid and a house and a pretty little wife
Cause its been thirty years and I ain't got much at all
Except a guitar and a car that hardly ever starts
I hope I got enough karma saved up
The universe decides that I've finally done enough
Cause it would be great if this could be my year
When I don't have to check my bank account to buy a beer
And I don't have to worry if I'm gonna pay my rent
Second guess every penny that I spent
Man, I'm just so sick and tired of being poor
Maybe I should go back home to Baltimore
Where at least I know I'm loved, though I did run away
Where everything is different and everything's the same
I moved down south but I don't know what for
If I had a gun I'd probably rob a liquor store
Cause I could use a shot, maybe a dozen
I could use some luck and I could use some loving
I could use some fuel cause I been here on nothing
Rolling on empty since about the age of twenty
When I went off to college to get a little knowledge
Now I'd trade in that degree for 100 dollars
A home-cooked meal, a nice warm bed
Maybe a few gigs where I'm paid to play instead
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It's a national emergency
We haven't seen her in weeks
Shoplifting from the HEB
Mineral Waters
Cat Treats
Watching Anime in her bed
Watching Hong Kong riot
Listening to the things she did
Like when she hooked up with Twenty One Pilots
Never go to Charlotte
Never go to Charlotte
There's nothing there
(There's nothing there)
Never go to Charlotte
Never go to Charlotte
There's nothing there
(There's nothing there)
I'm not here for your sympathy
(Then why are you here?)
I don't want you to take care of me
(Then what do you want?)
I'm not here for your sympathy
(Then why are you here?)
I'm not here
I'm not here
Winston-Salem at thirty-two
Death metal trauma
Boy don't fall in love, she's passing through
On her way to Guatemala
Never go to Charlotte
Never go to Charlotte
There's nothing there
(There's nothing there)
Never go to Charlotte
Never go to Charlotte
There's nothing there
(There's nothing there)
I'm not here for your sympathy
(Then why are you here?)
I don't want you to take care of me
(Then what do you want?)
I'm not here for your sympathy
(Then why are you here?)
I'm not here
I'm not here
Never go to Charlotte
Never go to Charlotte
There's nothing there
(There's nothing there)
Never go to Charlotte
Never go to Charlotte
There's nothing there
(There's nothing there)
I'm not here for your sympathy
(Then why are you here?)
I don't want you to take care of me
(Then what do you want?)
I'm not here for your sympathy
(Then why are you here?)
I'm not here
I'm not here
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6. |
Billy The Kid
05:35
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Billy was a kid in Chelsea, Alabama
With a horse named General Lee
Sun up, sun down
He rode that horse around
He kept that colt so clean
But they shipped Billy off to war
Early in 2003
Billy was a kid in Chelsea, Alabama
He had just turned 19
A group of rich white men
Had a group of rich white friends
All their scheming paid off
When their buddy became the president
Those oil fields are up for grabs
We gotta get 'em while we can
In the wake of the towers collapse
They hatched their evil plan
We need to get troops on the ground
Over in the middle east
Protect our corporate interests and
Boost our weapons industry
The American people can't know the truth
Better think of a story
The talking heads in the media
Will sell it convincingly
They said a man in Iraq
Has got some poisonous gas
He's gonna use it, that's a fact,
Just like he did in the past
But see this man had nothing to do
With the 9/11 attacks
This old man so far away
Might have some poisonous gas
So we heard every single day
Get ready to go to war
If we don't, we just wont be safe
Like we never heard that before
Uncle Sam needs every man for the
Army, Navy, and Marine Corps
So it was, every single day
Get ready to go to war
Billy was a kid in Chelsea, Alabama
But he left to serve the USA
Kissed his mama goodbye
They sent Bill 6000 miles away
Off to fight in the desert heat
Every night and every day
Billy was a kid in Chelsea, Alabama
But he left to serve the USA
Billy made it two full tours
On the third his luck ran out
On the Euphrates River Bank
He heard the infidel shout
An IED took out both his knees
He was thrown clear back to the ground
He saw his legs twenty feet away
And he passed out
Billy was a kid in Chelsea, Alabama
With a horse named General Lee
Sun up, sun down that horse still runs around
Billy thinks of what could be
If they didn't start that war
Back in 2003
Billy was a kid in Chelsea, Alabama
He just turned 23
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7. |
Pit In My Stomach
02:46
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For every day I go with a pit in my stomach for you
Is a day where I don't eat or get done what I need to do
I take lots of long walks, let the sun age my wrinkling skin
And I wait for your call to solve all of the trouble we're in
But every hour, every minute
Every second of every day
You'll find me on my couch wondering how I got this way
With every talk and every line
We always cross and every time
We hurt ourselves to redefine
What we need from each other
For every day I go with a pit in my stomach for you
Is a day that I overthink, hoping to find a breakthrough
I take lots of hot showers and check when you were last online
And I wait for your call, because all that will solve this is time
Every hour, every minute
Every second of every day
You'll find me on my couch wondering how I got this way
With every talk and every line
We always cross and every time
We hurt ourselves to redefine
What we need from each other
I said I needed a few days
To get over my feelings
It blew up right in my face
And I swear that I'm sorry
While we were in your driveway
You took an anti-anxiety pill
You fell asleep, but it's ok
I watched you rest as we flew down the hill
For every day I go with a pit in my stomach for you
Is a day that I steel my resolve and I try to breakthrough
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8. |
C'est La Vie
02:40
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Backseat drivers
Two-faced liars
I smoke more weed
I get no higher
Boys in the backroom
Early morning cartoons
Those good old days
They go by too soon
C'este la vie
You could've been better to me
I'm done blaming myself
The kids are craving
A world worth saving
Believe in something
We might just make it
Mad Scientists
Crooked politicians
They are up
To their old tricks again
C'este la vie
You could've been better to me
I'm done blaming myself
I'm not amused anymore
I've seen this all before
I wish I could care a little more
Or not at all
Or not at all
Or not at
Armchair Quarterbacks
Imitating Kerouac
I don't know when
Or if I'm coming back
Force-fed alibis
I know I'll be alright
That's what keeps me up at night
C'este la vie
You could've been better to me
I'm done blaming myself
C'este la vie
You could've been better to me
I'm done
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Going back to Delaware
Got busted selling booze to minors there
Alone in a jail cell on a Tuesday night
Everything that I know
I learned by going to punk rock shows
Hanging by the merch stand
'Til the venue closed
Bought a soda pop, a porno mag
A flip flop, a pet rock, a hackeysack
Just buying time to figure out this trap
I don't wanna be like you
But I really like you
I don't wanna be like you
There's radiation in the sand
From the war they fought over the Holy Land
Another crusade
Some things never change
While some dumb kid shoots up his school
Cause the other dumb kids didn't think he was cool
Man I'm getting tired of living in this place
We all end up where it all began
Press reset and try again
I don't wanna be like you
But I really like you
I don't wanna be like you
Sugar fix
Pickup sticks
Sending unsolicited
Dick pics
Was never my style
Unless they asked me first
(And they never did!)
The senate convenes like they did in Rome
Bread and circus and foreclosed homes
The American Dream died long ago
I don't wanna be like you
But I really like you
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you
But I really like you
I don't wanna be like you
But I really like you
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10. |
Growing Apart
03:43
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You're online the time of night I go to sleep
We grew up together, your parents raised me
But our path diverged where the Bitterroot grows
If life is our friend, well then time is our
Foe
Time is our
Foe
Growing apart
Sporting a scar
Like it or not, that's where we are
Growing apart
In need of repair
Oh we could fix this if you were right
There
If you were right
There
While the world was staying in, we reconnected
At least till I went back to work and then
You told me I'm living out your dream, and it shows
But dreaming might kill me, I should just let
Go
I should let
Go
Growing apart
Sporting a scar
Like it or not, that's where we are
Growing apart
In need of repair
Oh we could fix this if I were right
There
If I were right
There
I'm just not
There
I won't be
There
When I'm home
I want you to be right down the street
We left home
And now we're separated by a couple million feet
So pick up the phone
I'm celebrating my birthday alone
We're not supposed to fly
I'd be happy to die
If I could just see you again
Growing apart
Sporting a scar
Like it or not, that's where we are
Growing apart
In need of repair
Oh we could fix this if you were right there
Growing apart
Sporting a scar
Like it or not, that's where we are
Growing apart
In need of repair
Oh we could fix this if I were right
There
I'm just not
There
I won't be
There
Life's just not
Fair
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11. |
Got Nothin'
01:41
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I wanna blow some smoke
Over a foreign land
Get high with you
In China or Japan
Honey I don't know
What I'm supposed to do
This life is bumming me out
How bout you?
And if ever there's a time you wanna leave
Just look me in the eyes and tell me so
I'll buy the tickets
You pack the suitcases
And we'll just go
Cuz I got nothin
And no one to worry about
No I got nothin
And no one to worry about
I wanna blow some smoke
Over a foreign land
Get high with you
In Uzbekistan
Honey I don't know
What we're supposed to do
This life is bumming us out
But I've got you
And if ever there's a time you wanna leave
Just look me in the eyes and tell me so
I'll buy the tickets
You pack the suitcases
And we'll just go
Cuz I got nothin
And no one to worry about
No I got nothin
And no one to worry about
No I got nothin
And no one to worry about
No I got nothin
And no one to worry about
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