1. |
His and Hers Sinks
03:04
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I just went off the deep end
in the shallowest way
you can tell i've been sinking
I can see it in your face
Be my shoulder to cry on
give me something to do
watch the suitcases pile up and pretty soon
baby, you'll be sinkin' too
And I really hate to be the bad guy,
and I hate to be the barer of bad news
but i'm goin nowhere darling,
let me know if you're coming too
But i'm not ready to go just yet
I just hit my rock bottom
for the last fucking time
I'll help you with your problems
but what about mine?
I have been hurt before
and I know you have too.
put some ice on it,
walk it off and
you will be okay,
I promise you.
And I really hate to be the bad guy,
and I hate to be the barer of bad news
we all go nowhere sometimes
after the shit that we've been through
remember that you're not alone
it's hard some times, trust me
I know.
I love you more than you will ever fucking know.
My door is always open
welcome home.
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2. |
One More
03:43
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I would be hard pressed to find
A time when I could leave a vice behind
On good terms without all the
Ugly cries, cop-car rides, fight or flight
Irish good byes
Oh
You to me
Just Like a needle that a junkie seeks
You got me nodding out in my front seat
Swerving into oncoming traffic
I think it’s time to break my habit
After one more beer
One more bump
One more month before we break up
Maybe I’ll love you
Like I used to
We were young
we hadn’t learned the the consequences of
Using a human being as a drug
And just how bad the fucking come down was
shattered glass
lining the bathtub like our tragic past/
buried in the flesh of what we had
Let me die there and be at piece at last
After one more beer
One more bump
One more month before we break up
Maybe I’ll love you
Like I used to
One more pill
One more shot
One more black out
Fingers crossed
that when I come to
I will forget I ever met you
Slash my tires, slit my throat
Block my number, let me go
And if I never get to see you
Again it will be too soon
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3. |
Woah is me
02:51
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You look at me as your sunshine
I look at you like the moon
And you look beautiful
But I can’t see you in my room
You look at me like a plaything
I look at you like a ghost
I don’t wanna lie to you
I’ve never been very much of a host
And it makes my stomach turn
My fingers shake
The emptiness won’t go away
My blood will burn
There’s no escape
I’m running out of reasons
I’m running out of reasons to complain
To a melody
In the wrong key
Don’t offer me
Your sympathy
singing Woe is me
I used to think we were homies
But that was never true
Cause I got sober and I saw how much
I really meant to you
You look at me like a buzzkill
But you should look at the mirror
If my not wanting to kill myself
Makes you feel so insecure
It makes my tummy sick
My heart restrict
All of my friends can
SUCK MY DICK
My lis gonna rule, I’m gonna be happy
With or without you next to me
You look at me like your sunshine
I look at you like the rain
You look at me like a train wreck
And honestly
same
You look at me like a punchline
But I’m just happy your laughing
Cause I honestly just wish that you would all stop fucking looking at me
woah is me
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4. |
Lovebird
01:51
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You seemed to me just like a pretty bird
with a broken wing, but boy could you sing
Lovebird not your enemy I just cannot set you free.
You’re better off here with me.
How could I leave you in the cold?
I had to stick you in a shoebox.
I catch you and I take you home
and fall the pieces as you watch
you scream and I just sing you songs
I sing you a songs and you scream along.
Lovebird I hope you know I only wanted what’s best for you
a cage with a view
And when I set you free,
you’ll probably find somebody new
to seeing your pretty songs to
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5. |
Motor Oil
02:15
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Motor oil in my cup.
This is hopeless I give up.
It’s been a month since we broke up,
but you still hit me up to
Don’t call I won’t pick up go find some new soul to suck
I’ve been trying to find
the pros and cons to suicide
you were there when I tried,
but I can’t even get that right
Jail time, disassociation
My mind needs a vacation
I’m trying to be patient
All work and no play
I need to get paid
Motor oil in my cup.
This is hopeless
bottoms up!
It’s been a month since we broke up,
but you still hit me up to
FFFFFUUUUUUUAAAAAAA CH DHEJJEHEH
Jail time, disassociation
My mind needs a vacation
I’m trying to be patient
All work and no play
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You fell asleep on my chest
A portrait of a perfect ebb and flow
a buoy in my breath
Or some kinda stupid cute ass boat
And I don’t know
How long we’ll stay afloat
How long we’ll stay afloat
When all the rats
Jump off the ship
How does a the captain live
With the abandonment ?
I hate to ask
But could you could you scootch over a smidge
plenty of room on the door
Rose you selfish bitch
I’m just a little kid
Cold chilling at the bottom of the pool
On the first class deck of the titanic
As far as ways to die go
that’s pretty cool
Left Breathless
As I gaze
In Wonderment
From the rays
From the star
In the sky
This is it darling
Time to die
What a pretty way to go
The liquid ceiling is a mirror to my life
thoughts and prayers to Leo
And children of the families who died
What a beautiful day,
What a beautiful life
What a beautiful way to say goodbye
I had this dream most of my life
Venice Italy late at night
Drive my car in to the canal
No brakes, somebody cut the line
I’m trapped with the ones I love
The safety belts just will not budge
I look
In to your helpless eyes
heartbroken
as you realize
There’s no escape
You’re gonna die
Once you accept it,
it’s actually kinda nice
I open the sunroof
And we can drown in the moonlight
In a wet, black, silent tomb
What a pretty way to die
What a pretty way to go
The liquid ceiling is a mirror to my life
thoughts and prayers to rose
And children of the families who died
What a beautiful day,
What a beautiful life
What a beautiful way to die
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Rad Pinckard Phoenix, Arizona
Arizona based mocktail of post-punk nihilism & alternative hopefulness that will show how beautiful the view from rock
bottom can be.
A bi-polar one-man super group consisting of an angsty teenager, an elderly dive bar regular, and a rabid golden retriever chewing through his own leash.
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