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Wet Rooms
03:39
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It's doleful
How as time goes
The bottles get bigger
But they empty out a lot quicker
Life in phases
First time alone, second puberty
I'm setting new standards
Of what I'll do alone
I'm trying not to crawl,
Keep a high head stay with friends
But late nights in wet rooms
Has got me out seeking dry lovers
Leave warm friends behind
To find a cold alter bed
Soaked in communion wine
There's tough love at the bar late on a Sunday night
So who should I pray to?
The man whose heart bleeds redeeming merlot?
It's not a question of faith
It's my quest to replace
The hole that I dug for myself
I wish I didn't need anyone else
But I can't stop my search
I'm even looking from a pew in church
Still even there's the hole that I'm in
It's dark and lonely, wet with cheap sin
So to whom should I pray?
The man whose heart bleeds cabernet sauvignon?
It's a toxic and poisoned night
When you breath is wavering
Your friends are blurred
And your eyes have been sucked into their holes
Catching pathetic looks
From the reflections of yourself
In the melted ice
It's too late to turn whiskey into wine
And so you sleep all morning
Into apathetic afternoons
A sad dinner of loathing
Soaked and hungry nights
When will you just accept it?
The shaking hands, the foggy breath
The dripping sands, the creeping death
You'll never be the man who bleeds out wine
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Break-Up Bills
02:10
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Another day and I'm mailing out my money
Just broke up with a two and a half year girl
Forfeited a new upper tax bracket potential
She's on her way gone and I'm just mailing out my money
My future is dead
My finances bleed red
Paying bills and cut suburban future ties
I just closed my savings account, because the numbers and my life they don't amount
I don't even want my checking, I just want to check the fuck out
I'm mailing out my money, and she's gone
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Earnest Night
03:32
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I'm not a night crawler because I'm a night floater
That's when I drift out from appearances
Drinking to dwell and I'm thinking to tell
All about my experiences
I'm no night crawler, I keep off the ground
Have a glass, write a page, and forget tenses
Drinking to dwell thinking to tell
All about my experiences
earnest night, about the life I fake
Ernest night, about the life of Jake
earnest night, insecurities
Ernest night, drowning masculinities
So I expatriate myself
Expel my mind from Kentucky to Ireland
It's a novel idea to live novel ideals
Swallowing an eternal night of flight from myself
It's an awful thing to be afraid of yourself
When it's daylight and you’re a sober son
This son rises when that Sun Also Rises
Goddamn that sun, goddamn this sober son
I'm not a night crawler I won't ever crawl
I'm not a night crawler I won't ever fall
I'm not a night crawler I'll keep off the ground
I'm not a night crawler lost found but never falling down
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Blasé Blue Boston, Massachusetts
Moody punk for prudes and drunks.
Brendan
Jason
Mike
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