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You’ve got a hint of cinnamon in your car
You tell how me how it’s gotta be
How it’s gotta be
You’ve got a hint of cinnamon in your car
You tell how me how it’s gotta be
How it’s gotta be
I couldn’t
Distinguish
Your house from
All the neighbors'
I practically
Lived here
Was on my best behavior
I’m crazy
What changed me
Which part of me
Is faker?
My past is
Wet paper
I write with
An eraser
You’ve got a hint of cinnamon in your car
You tell how me how it’s gotta be
How it’s gotta be
You’ve got a hint of cinnamon in your car
You tell how me how it’s gotta be
How it’s gotta be
Can’t make you
Feign interest
Bottom of
Your to-do list
Full time job
I made it
When will I
Feel like I fit
Leftovers
In the backseat
Can’t persuade
Myself to eat
Third-rate
Communicator
Monkey Ball
Gatekeeper
It’s awkward
I’m sorry
Self-preservation’s ugly
I’m evil
No mystery
Just check my venmo history
No time to
Learn empathy
‘Cause everyone’s too busy
It took one
Eye opening dream to
Forgive you for
Killing me
You’ve got eternity to change who you are
So will you do it just for me
Do it just for me?
I want to
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Talk to Strangers
02:46
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Kick off the decade with the biggest fuck-up of my life
Pain you inflicted doesn’t vanish when you sheathe your knife
I guess I talk to strangers
Because I texted you again
In the event of an emergency
I need you as my friend
I’m unlucky it’s unlikely
That you think of how I’ve been
But you know that I come here all the time
Didn’t you expect me to walk in
I’m sure it’s normal that I die in every one of my dreams
What are you trying to say
I guess I talk to strangers
Because I texted you again
In the event of an emergency
I need you as my friend
I’m unlucky it’s unlikely
That you think of how I’ve been
But you know I come here all the time
Didn’t you expect me to walk in
But you know I come here all the time
Didn’t you expect me to walk in
And I’m still right where you left me
Just the right amount of dumb
To be misguidedly happy
Despite the fact that I’ve been scum
I guess I talk to strangers
Because I texted you again
In the event of an emergency
I need you as my friend
I’m unlucky it’s unlikely
That you think of I’ve been
But you know I come here all the time
Didn’t you expect me to walk in
I guess I talk to strangers
Because I texted you again
In the event of an emergency
I need you as my friend
I’m unlucky it’s unlikely
That you think of I’ve been
But you know I come here all the time
Didn’t you expect me to walk in
Kick off the decade with the biggest fuck-up
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3. |
Finstacore
03:30
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You can be right
You can be anything online
You can be cool
You can be cruel
When your first instinct is to always be on top
When does it ever stop? When does it ever
I don’t even know you
And you already hate me
Why can’t we be normal
For just a minute
For just a minute
You can be right
You might be right
I can be braindead, I often slip up
But do you always need to be the one to notice
I tried to get over myself but nothing came of it
You know a part of me, the self-obsessive hypocrite
I know enough to see the holes in your hypothesis
You got the right answer, but I’m the one with all the evidence
I don’t even know you
And you already hate me
Why can’t we be normal
For just a minute
For just a minute
I don’t even know you
And you already hate me
And you, and you
It’s always you
(It’s never me)
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4. |
My Birthdays Lately
02:13
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There's no way in hell
I'm turning 25 this year
I barely got the chance
To live as if the planet's end is near
I'm looking down at a souvenir penny
I bought when I was twenty
Thinking "I coulda swore that I got that in Cleveland last weekend"
Can I pretend I'll never die
I have all the photos
And I've racked up all the debt
To convince your average bear
I've lived a lifetime of regret
But I've been feelin like I'm stuck in beta
I've seen the same number on pay stubs
Since I started working two months after I turned 15 (holy fuck)
HOLY SHIT WAS THAT REALLY TEN YEARS
All my friends settled down or got famous
For better or worse I feel weightless
Taking acid before the casino
There's no consequences in limbo
I don't trust the people who give me advice
Cause I wouldn't wanna live their fucking life
I'm constantly in a state of almost making it
Yet I feel further back than when I started so
There's no way in hell
I'm turning 25 this year
I swear to god, no way in hell
I'm turning 25 this year, I swear to god
No way in hell
I swear to god
No way in hell
There's no way in hell I'm turning 26 this year
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5. |
Magic
02:52
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You kick me in the shin
And call me 4 years later
You take your sushi raw
And you put your love on paper
You’ve been offered bitter pills
Poisonous hyperfixations
Oh I promise under oath
To never silence your vibration
I bare my soul as is
All its faults and ugly patterns
You cut through the talks we share
Break us down to all that matters
Earth is hurt beyond repair
I don’t think anyone’s happy
I’ve spent ages in despair
Maybe I deserve some magic
I’m awful at routines
And I’m weird about the ocean
I’m particular with food
And I often let emotion
Mess up very real events
And hurt all my friends’ feelings
Maybe I can just pretend that
I am worthy of redeeming
And you’ll switch time zones
To find your new home
And the sun won’t shine quite the same
But all that keeps me in this location
Are inhibitions, fake constraints
I’ll come with you if you wait
You walk into my life
It finally feels like living
It’s a miracle to breathe
Next to you under my ceiling
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