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24hr McDonald's
02:14
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You're in my head
You're in my heart
That's why I tried to move on
But still fell apart
I see your face
When I close my eyes
I still know your smile
I can trace the lines
Your eyes were red
And filled with grief
You were standing there
in disbelief
And I don't know how to tell you
That I don't know how to live
Without you constantly inviting yourself
Underneath my skin
And it's getting hard to swallow
Cause I'm choking on the pain
Of my woeful adolescents
Leaving through my sullied veins
And I'm tired of
living like this
tired of
living like this
tired of
living like this
I'm tired of
living like this
(I'm sorry)
(I miss you)
(I'm sorry)
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2. |
Menagerie
02:40
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Sybil Smith went and got super vision
Suddenly she saw how people were feeling
It made her mad and a little bit horny
Most of all it just made her feel lonely
Donald Clark up and got super hearing
He could hearing what other people were thinking
He went deaf after one single day
There was nothing to hear anyway
It's funny how we have nothing in common
Just infinite atoms flung out through the cosmos
Pictures of people stuck in a day dream
They're changing the channel
I hope that it might change me
Tawny Turner was a real light sleeper
She'd stay up all night with her inner demons
They made her laugh and she did the same
Now they're hanging out every weekend
Ronnie Mac was a real heavy drinker
He liked to spend his mornings down by the river
He'd dive in clothed and step out dry
He never noticed the leaking inside
It's funny how we have nothing in common
Just infinite atoms flung out through cosmos
Pictures of people stuck in a day dream
They're changing the channel
I hope that it might change me
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Taking hits in the back of the hotel
Watch you vomit onto the the pavement
A broken nose that never healed well
See your face in the strangest places now
I know that means nothing to you now
I know that means nothing to you now
I know that means nothing to you
I know, I know I mean nothing to you now
Catching sets at the top of the weekend
Big dreams and a lack of patience
Harsh words and some other projects
In a box sitting in your basement now
I know that means nothing to you now
I know that means nothing to you now
I know that means to you
I know, I know I mean nothing to you
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4. |
Ghostbusted
01:29
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Looking in the mirror but I can't see a thing
Except a hollow apparition of potentiality
Float through the floor and into the street
My haunting separation from corporeality
It's a scene you've see one too many times
One where the hero questions if their still alive
Like it matters now
I don't know why
But I sometimes feel like a ghost that's
Not at home in my body
There's no ceiling on feeling so alone
Feeling alone
I don't know why
But I sometimes feel like a ghost that's
Not at home in my body
There's no ceiling on feeling so alone
Feeling alone
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5. |
The Bottom
02:31
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If I'm gonna lose
You should lose with me
A zero sum game that burns violent and quickly
Race to the bottom
Such a lovely place
I think you might like it
I think we should stay
Stay
Stay
Stay at the bottom
Of the fucking trash heap
That they laid upon us
Stay
Stay
Say at the bottom
They're digging our graves
Just to hide all the bodies
Take a look around
But don't look too closely
If you're feeling homesick
Know soon you'll feel worse things
Ignore what your eyes see
Ignore the decay
They sealed off the exits
Forever we'll stay
Stay
Stay
Stay at the bottom
Of the fucking trash heap
That they laid upon us
Stay
Stay
Say at the bottom
They're digging our graves
Just to hide all the bodies
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Jessica Daye Lafayette, Louisiana
We are whatever you want us to be...indie punk band from Lafayette, LA & Portland, OR
Hit us up:
jessicadayela@gmail.com
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