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SILVER SPOON
04:59
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SILVER SPOON
She showers in the morning said, “It feels like June”
My Baby wants a baby born with a silver spoon
You can ask me what my name is. I know you will soon
with my momma cooking breakfast five minutes ‘till noon.
You can ask my name is. I know you need to know.
Sometimes I’m angry and I hit the floor.
She showers in the morning says, “It never rains.”
She accused me a vampire then asked to see my fangs.
So go ahead and ask me questions though I don’t know how.
Sometimes I just get angry and I get our of town.
So go ahead and ask me questions thought I don’t know why
I was living a life that was never mine.
She showers in the morning said, “it feels like June.”
My baby wants a baby born with a silver spoon.
I got the right mind to say,
You’re not the right shade of grey,
I was tossing and turning in this bed of guilt
living and learning in this house that we built.
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YOUR HOLY GHOST
04:06
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YOUR HOLY GHOST
Your Holy Ghost has been put to rest
and that heart on your sleeve has slid to your chest
and all your mother ever asked for was your best
You’re a nervous wreck, and I’m an honest mess
but I chose to invest and all I ever asked for was a beautiful little fool.
It takes two to make an accident and that’s me and you.
I can’t see how you choose to bleed
That’s not me
Your Holy Trinity
You opened up a chapter that you wren’t even in.
You called me out, called me a demon when there was nothing to believe in.
It takes two to make an accident and that’s me and you.
I can’t see how you choose to bleed
That’s not me
Your Holy Trinity
It takes two. There are rarely three.
Fake faiths free
Your Holly Trinity
Don’t think that I won’t hurt you
You don’t know that I’ve been there before
Don’t think that I won’t hurt you
You don’t know the first thing about love.
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BROOKLYN BRIDGE
04:01
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BROOKLYN BRIDGE
I’m watching your favorite show
I’m picturing you in New York
The Brooklyn Bridge stays steady standing
but our worried hearts won’t work.
I never knew
How the silence grew
until I carried it
And I talk too much
but I’m loosing touch
falling through holes that were just cracks
but we invented them
I’m watching your favorite show
I’m picturing you in New York
The Brooklyn Bridge stays steady standing
but our worried hearts won’t work.
I always thought
those watches we bought
would sync up our time for a little while
but this is it,
our time is up,
I think I could get out alive,
It’s just a matter of time.
I’m watching your favorite show
I’m picturing you in New York
The Brooklyn Bridge stays steady standing
but our worried hearts won’t work.
I’m watching your favorite show,
praying that I see you soon
I count to ten,
then I start again
to half a decade in June
I’m watching your favorite show
I’m picturing you in New York
The Brooklyn Bridge stays steady standing
but our worried hearts won’t work.
I’m watching your favorite show
I’m picturing you smiling in white
my shaker shallow shell shows some light
but it’s time I said good-bye
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HAUNTED YARDS
02:40
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HAUNTED YARDS
Your mom was shy but crazy
Your pops a gun wielding man
You sit in your bed
You were anxious again
You were waiting on your friends, but
You found love in rough hands
That did dirty from haunted yards
You shaved your head
just like your brother did
while God’s still dealing cards
Stay with me
We promised we’d stay sober
stop smoking so many cigarettes
but the music is up
and I want to get drunk
so light me up one more time
But you’re done with chasing girls
and I’m angry at myself
when anxiety gets the best of me
I laugh and I talk to myself
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TAP WATER DAYS
04:03
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TAP WATER DAYS
Let’s stay in the weather is bad
We’ll go out when the sun shows up
I’ll pick you flowers
from a Texas field
for now, I’ll just lay here
and learn to heal
Well the blacktop’s burning all the tires to crisp
We wanna go out ‘cause we were sick of it
throw the cigarette butts passed the mirror
then the further we drive our lives get clearer
Let’s pack our bags
Oh, we won’t say goodbye
I made my list
of who gets whats left behind
To Ian my records
To my Ma a note:
“Just so you know,
your boys final stop is home.”
Well the blacktop’s burning all the tires to crisp
We wanna go out ‘cause we were sick of it
throw the cigarette butts passed the mirror
then the further we drive our lives get clearer
The world is small
but it takes time
Like wrestling your jeans
one leg at a time
To my brother my books
To my pops some cash
For now I’ll just sit here
and be proud of my past
Well the blacktop’s burning all the tires to crisp
We wanna go out ‘cause we were sick of it
throw the cigarette butts passed the mirror
then the further we drive our lives get clearer
Tap water days and the sun’s in my eyes
I’m trailing behind while I’m chasing my life
I would buy me a cheap meal
Keep my hands on the while
but for now I’ll just sit here
and I’ll learn to heal.
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