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Agony Sheets
02:51
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Too good to be untrue
impossible or dying
There is nothing lying to me
No doubt penetrates
far enough to stay inside
sucked out by those pulling eyes
won't be fooling anyone
Heavy sheets of agony
won't crush us, just force us closer still
Your sadness is what it is
beautiful and trying
I don't feel like writing anymore
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2. |
What's Wrong
04:14
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After months of dealing with it terribly
her leaving is catching up like hell to me
I sleepwalked into another's bed and dreamed
Said all the right things
more I didn't say what's wrong
I'm so sorry baby. So long
'cause I've been running out of smooth time for you
My anxiety is getting tough to loose
I held your hand into my confused arms
and my harm to you accrues
and my hair keeps getting long
I'm so sorry baby, I'm gone
After months of treating myself horribly
Maybe there's no end to it that I can see
I'll keep sleeping my way to the top of meaning
Never saying what's wrong
I'll never join the Army
I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry
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Old/Real You
02:37
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You can't be yourself
You can't be yourself
When you're writing what you felt
always sounds like someone else
who's learned to hide it well
Seven Summers did to me the thing they did to everyone
Everybody's gone
You get tricked into thinking the reflection you are seeing's
not replacing the real you
the flesh you knew
You can't be yourself
Don't dare be yourself
If you react the way you would
follow through with any urge
burn eternity in Hell
You can't be yourself
You can't be yourself
She is looking out for reasons to
start you to stuttering
decreasing you in size
Pissed off lover withered me and left me painfully slowly
My sickly body sighed
Habitually living, the reaction you are giving's
not reflecting the real you
the flesh you knew
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5. |
Unhealthy Ideas
04:40
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So many unhealthy ideas
I was unaware
how full of unhealthy ideas I was
Feeling like I'm foolish might help me
with guiding inevitable change
Ways of being I've forgotten don't miss me
Paper cut to trade to turn the page
Full of it
I must think I'm dumber than I really am
'cause I won't get it through my head
even though I know I could no problem
no problems yeah
So many unhealthy ideas
I was unaware how full of unhealthy ideas I was
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6. |
Filled with Crocodiles
03:57
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Sometimes it's nice
all this being alive all the time
Everything's coooooooooooooooooooooool
And it's hot in the sun
but it's not in the shade
To keep away everything keeping you down
force down a shovel and break through the ground
dig out a trench in a circle around
fill it with crocodiles
Inside your eyes
my face is flipped and reversed
everything's cool when you're looking at me like that
and it's cool with the breeze and the changing leaves
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7. |
Vacation
02:37
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Brushing my teeth clean
from self forbidden nicotine
shameful words and bits of dreams
my teeth tore out
I feel like a liquid now
not wrapped in apothy
but spilled out to the ground beneath
to seep or slide
Mindless mosey down to cozy
homes of faces I know
at times they seem so easygoing
Now autopilot runs
and it looks just like my body knows
the way to get you out of your lull
and earn your trust
And when the night is done
and we're tangled up and warm
I've got the joy to sing a thousand songs
but only time for one
I don't want to cause no trouble
I'm just waiting for open roads
and hours of silence with you
No I don't want to overfill you
I'm just waiting for
a vacation with you
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8. |
Keaton (Fence Face)
03:25
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When you're face to face
with a wooden fence
you won't see much through
the one space between them
Take a step back
make an image with them all
He he he he he he he he
took a spoonful when he felt upset
felt hopeful for a little bit
The little bit just lasted less and less
A light green dust covers every surface
of his car and the inside of his backpack
driving home in traffic to relax (relapse?)
NOTHING MATTRESS anyway
so kratom powders out his brain
anxiety's too tired to attack
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This should definitely be enough
working hands, a good person to love
I don't even have to wake up until I want to
But I'm scrolling through that event invite page again
seeing all those faces of old friends
I don't even know where they live
Sunday night I've got a show
I just found out
I don't even know when I agreed to do it
But it's all worthwhile
a drink and maybe twenty dollars
a drink and maybe twenty dollars
It'll make me smile
when I'm too old to strum and holler
This should definitely be enough
go on stage and complain about stuff
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Sometimes I'd like to just shut up
I smile in Autumn but I'm stuck inside a mind
that must write rock about what I
don't know how to talk with friends about
but I don't have my own style
this one's for Jeff Rosenstock, yeah
I don't need to be a rock star
But it's all worthwhile
the yawning few who hear me sing
It'll make me smile
even though it's not what I had dreamed
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Joe Stack Denton, Texas
Multi-instrumentalist, singer/songwriter.
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