1. |
Tiptoe
03:31
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I tried to list out all the people I should keep in contact with/
I had to quit around 250/
When the exercise was messing with me/
I wonder if this how it goes/
For groups of friends when they get old/
I need to find a way around it/
Let me know if anybody's found it/
I miss the days when/
Our house was an adult play-pen/
And everyone came home to a "Welcome back!/
Let's do some stupid shit!" and/
I miss the feeling of/
Honest appealing/
When I couldn't think of a better way/
To say what's on my mind/
But now I tiptoe/
So now I ask people about their weekend plans/
March Madness standings--I feel sick/
My words taste like lies/
And now I talk a lot, but I rarely speak/
And it's a bleak repeat for any given week/
With all the brittle grins I see around me/
Immured by an enduring boundary/
How many people do you really get to know?/
It's a depressing question, but I'm guessing that it's low/
How many people know your weakness and your shame--/
And if they don’t, what kind of friends are they?/
I want to spend my time with people who like me/
People around whom I don't tread lightly/
But I gotta pay the bills and get a grip, so/
For now I'll hold my breath and tiptoe/
I miss the days when/
Our house was an adult play-pen/
And everyone came home to a "Welcome back!/
Let's do some stupid shit!" and/
I miss the feeling of/
Honest appealing/
When I couldn't think of a better way/
To say what's on my mind/
But now I tiptoe/
I miss the days when/
Our house was an adult play-pen/
And everyone came home to a "Welcome back!/
Let's do some stupid shit!" and/
I miss the feeling of/
Honest appealing/
When I couldn't think of a better way/
To say what's on my mind/
But now I tiptoe/
But now I tiptoe/
But now I tiptoe//
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2. |
Touch My Eyes
02:36
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I feel like I've been here before/
I thought I swore to lose the address/
It feels like every day plays out the same/
Bookended by regret and shame/
It's getting old--and incidentally, so am I/
It's been nine months and 20 days/
Since I up and moved away/
And now I fill my days with introspection/
Empty, scrimmage intellection/
And I feel dumber than before/
I'm getting better/
At a thing or two/
But I found out, to my surprise/
There is no purpose in pure perspicacity/
And now my smiles don't touch my eyes/
My smiles don't touch my eyes/
My smiles don't touch my eyes/
And I haven't escaped the sense that I’m still wasting time/
So now I’m tracing back the cords/
Of what I've always loved; how I've become what I abhor/
I thought there'd come a path in keeping busy/
Now I'm just confused and dizzy/
I'm on a path, but I don't like what towards/
There are some questions I've been meaning to address/
But it's a shame to realize/
There is no optimum in optionality/
I want my smiles to touch my eyes/
My smiles don't touch my eyes/
My smiles don't touch my eyes/
And I'm racking my brain for ideas of what a vision's like//
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3. |
Vaguely Great
04:01
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I've got a tired neck and tired eyes/
But none as tired as the lies/
I tell myself/
Every morning/
I've got a sinking feeling in my chest/
And I'm thinking this might be a personal best/
In delusion/
But I digress/
It's been a long, long time since I've taken stock/
Of my life from someone else's eyes/
I protest at every chance I get/
But I don't put up a fight/
And one day soon I'll wake up middle-aged/
I've got a sanguine grin as I play pretend/
In the measured myth on which it all depends/
That I’m working towards/
Something worth the wait/
I've got a penchant for making engines roar/
In my psyche, but likely it's all nothing more/
Than a daydream/
Something vaguely great/
It's daunting being up against entropy/
But I want to brush against synchrony/
I'm haunted by the thought that/
I'm spinning my wheels up on blocks/
But goddamn is it cold outside the box/
It's been a long, long time since I've thought about/
What I want to leave behind me and/
Who I'll be leaving it for/
What it is I'm trying to glean from every singeing in-between/
And what it means to have priorities/
Maybe I should be somewhere else/
Maybe I've got it all wrong/
Maybe I'm glad to be flattened and/
Standardized/
Where will I be ten years from now?/
I hope I’m with people I love/
I hope that I don't let ambition/
Cloud my vision, anyhow/
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4. |
The Waiting List
03:09
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I've been living synthetically/
I've been living hermetically/
I've been trying to roll with the punches, and/
Not let it get to me, but/
I've found a fly in the ointment/
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"/
I'm on the waiting list/
Debating states of strained enjoyment/
But for the boy in the plastic bubble to cast/
Established balance to a troubled past/
He's gotta puncture his protection/
At the juncture of his circumspection/
I'm a pretty careful guy/
Conserving risk for ROI/
But concerning this, it takes a toll/
When you only trust what you control/
I'll take a bruise and wear it proudly/
I'll stay confused, declare it loudly/
But I can't afford to live in doubt more/
I want a future I can run all-out for/
There comes a time to choose/
A silent price if I’m to snooze/
Embrace what others may refuse/
Or watch my life on pay-per-view/
I'm finished theorizing/
My returns diminished, and I'm realizing that/
If you never change things, then/
Things never change/
My character's due for a routine tune-up/
I'm embarrassed, but I'm cleaning my room up/
I wanted to feel different/
And at least I'm feeling strange//
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5. |
Highway Hypnosis
03:28
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Here's for the background stories/
The ones you tell and then forget/
Here's for the moments lost/
For every detail glossed/
To make the narrative ring correct/
I wonder who I am today?/
Who was it I resolved to be?/
A quiet, mindful type?/
A savvy socialite?/
I ripped the script immodestly/
I've been caught/
Contemplating/
The highway hypnosis/
That's making mile markers out of my days/
Here's to the passing insights/
Interspersed in bursts of found reprieve/
Here's for the buried embers/
Waiting to be remembered/
The seldom gems to be retrieved/
For every silent, sonic/
Moment honed in autonomic/
Fugue, there's something huge/
Inside of you/
A song of all the notes you never took/
Where have I/
Heard this tune before?/
I hope you recognize/
Yourself the second time/
And harmonize with who you were//
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6. |
Laundry List
02:30
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I wake into the warning hour/
Recumbent, fumbling for a/
Fairer way to spend the coming day/
I'm at a loss/
So let's get dressed/
And mind your breath/
And do your best/
And maybe someday you'll look fondly on today/
I'm not as sure as I let on/
I'm a selfish, sentimental dilettante/
But in a wobbly way/
Well--what can I say?/
It's not too bad of a time/
I'm living a lie, but hell, I'm still alive/
I scrape the scraps/
Of all my gnawing thoughts into a crude collage/
And try to trace the prose/
My face imposed in spots/
I've lost the plot/
It's all I've got/
But it's not for naught/
A story's boring--merely told until forgot/
I've got a laundry list of things I'll never do/
I've got a longer list of things to say to you/
But before I do, I've gotta say/
That I'm happy to be here/
At least I think I am today//
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7. |
Untitled
01:28
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8. |
Evergreen
03:19
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It's November 29th/
And the oak tree in our backyard/
Is the last whose leaves refuse to heed/
The changing of the guard/
And I can't help but feel the same/
'Cuz after fall, after all, is the pain/
Is it so wrong to dwell a little while/
In the warmest part of my brain?/
I loved your smile/
That clever glint in your eyes--most of the time/
Your somber soul was splendid/
And I wanted to show you mine/
I loved your mind/
So quick and kind/
Entwined in bitter binds/
The sight I'd find/
Could light the blind/
I'd pine for you/
Pine for you/
Pine for you/
Pine for/
You showed me/
All the memories that you loved enough to hold/
And at that moment/
I was happy beyond my control/
I found you quite by accident/
A brittle brilliance, broke/
You made me feel like music/
With every word you spoke/
So as these reds and browns fall down/
For now, I'm evergreen/
Every moment we shared was dazzling/
You were obvious to me/
Hey, I'm going to bed soon/
But before I do, I just wanted to tell you/
I just had such a good time tonight/
And I think you're spectacular/
And eventually, I'd like to become/
More than friends/
Alright, good night/
She smiled and nodded/
Drowsily and wordlessly/
And fell asleep on the couch//
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9. |
Dial Tone
05:08
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Everywhere I see/
Demons sewing discord on the backs of broken dreams/
But if I keep my eyes down and my headphones on/
That's of no concern to me/
All I want is a place to be/
And something to love unconditionally/
I hope she exists/
And all I have is a scratchy throat/
In a world that will drown out my every note/
I'm so sick of this/
Maybe I'm selfish, or just a realist/
I guess that depends on who you ask/
But I'm no different in that I’m lonely/
Struggling to validate the past/
You know, when I think about/
All the time that I've squandered/
All the times that I was/
Rotten and weak/
I don't know, I--/
I always tell myself that/
I know the right thing to do/
And it's just a matter of me being too/
Lazy or ineffectual to act on it/
I'm clinging, desperately/
To this notion that/
Underneath all these layers of greed and self-absorption/
There remains a kernel of something beautiful and pure, but/
…
What if there isn't?/
All I want is a place to be/
And something to love indefatigably/
I hope she exists/
And all I have is my fractured pride/
And the careful delusion where I reside/
I can't go on like this/
Give me something/
Give me something/
Give me something to believe in/
Give me something/
You gotta give me something/
Give me something to believe in//
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10. |
Going Deaf
05:37
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Sometimes the weirdest things/
Can be the final straw/
Today I hit two red lights in a row/
And screamed til I lost my voice/
Sometimes I think that I’m going deaf/
With the ringing in my ears/
And the shortness of my breath/
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose it/
Cuz I'm running out of time/
And I'm out of excuses/
For the way I show up empty-handed/
To all the people that I take for granted/
And how I rush to buck a trend/
When I don 't even understand it/
All the time that I've squandered/
And all the twisted shit I think about/
When letting my mind wander/
And why/
I'm such an asshole sometimes/
And why/
I can't seem to stay in line/
One day I'll focus less/
My locus of/
Controlled obsessiveness/
I'll call my sister/
And I'll visit all my best friends/
I will remember/
All the moments that I forgot/
I will embrace all I've convinced myself I'm not/
I will relinquish what distinguishes between/
I'll fall in love once I appreciate what it means/
Sometimes I think that I'm going deaf/
Cuz I'm singing out of tune/
And I'm dancing out of step/
Sometimes I feel like a failure/
And I wonder what I'm trying to prove/
But I can hear it/
Interstitially/
Something that you/
You have to squint to see/
I'll find the perfect chord/
That every song and scale's ignored/
Then I'll be back to play it/
And I hope it will be enough/
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