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Beware the dynamite
You say you can’t handle a war
You never had a hard time with it before
Well I know, yeah I know I’ve done wrong
And you are my satellite
But the second that you need me the most
Is when you complain that we got too close
Yeah, I know sometimes that it’s me
But most times I think you’re just plain old mean
And so bittersweet
Neither coming nor going, I think an explosion is just
What we need and what we dread
Danger ahead
Babe, if you meant what you said then you’d say it all over again
But the words fall dead
Upon your lips, so quick that I can’t comprehend
Danger ahead
I meant what I said that the signs were foretelling the end
We move like leaden ships with cracks and splits and sleep on ocean beds
So you, my satellite
I hope you don’t fall too far
A heavy heart is bound to hit hard
And I know you’ll just fall at my feet
And so bittersweet
Neither coming nor going, I think an explosion is just
What we need to clear our heads
Danger is near
If you’re frightened of fire then why are you still here?
I’d disappear as far as the wind would take me; won’t you take me?
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If You'll Be My Notes
04:57
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I’m not sure how this usually goes
I’m usually cold, cold ‘til I’m frozen fast
Regardless how you’re always there for me
And this book in my hands empathizes
Soma so there’s no surprises
Man, living just ain’t what it used to be
So I tried to put my life in writing
Maybe the songs will make it exciting
But I know I’m sitting here with all the tools I need
You can’t recall the exact moment
It seems like time crept out and stole it but
All at once you knew
You were never anything like me
I’m the best friend you’ll ever have if you don’t need anything
And I’m forcing this grin; oh, it’s grim though
The sky looks clear through this window and
If I can pull myself up rope by rope
I can be your words if you’ll be my notes
I’m not sure how this usually goes
I’m usually icy cold and frozen fast
But don’t ever think your patience lost on me
So I’m sorry for my every move
This callous jerk you’ve helped until you’re blue
I never thought that help would come for free
Just wait ‘til I can pay you back
This is not a test, this is not an act
And now I know one day we’ll be how we used to be
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Unwrapped & Ruined
02:31
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Staring all day at the sidewalk
Busses pass carrying dead weight
Music loud ,letting your hands talk
With a nod and wave
<p>Aerosol spreading the perfume
Carefully selected and applied
Stereo vision won’t help you
If all you see is lines
<p>But who’s gonna help them realize what they’re doing was unwrapped and ruined before
We even made it down the stairs on Christmas morning?…we were hoping for more
<p>Why’s the room shrinking on one side?
Did I hear the sound of a deadbolt?
Hide under my under my under my under my bed with my guns and old NES console
<p>In a hard spot and your heart’s making the choice, babe
Call me when you come back wearing your coy face
Yeah your heart’s making the choice, babe
Call me when you come back wearing your coy face
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Hit the Brakes
03:22
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Sleep and working are overrated
Overworked but still underpaid
Of course underslept, forget this mess
Let’s go back to our teens
I remember kicking the snow
Enjoying the silence, walking alone
I remember putting Blood & Chocolate on blast when we got back home
Ooooh everyone we know is wasting away
Ooooh you can see their good intentions covered with stains
Falling sideways quietly thinking “Will someone hit the brakes?”
Sleep and working are overrated
Yeah sleep then work and then go home jaded
And overfed then back to bed
Put twenty back on the clock
I remember being in love
Calling the shots then calling them off
I remember finding repose wherever you happened to be tying off
Ooooh everyone we knew was wasting away
Ooooh at least saw it, at least we made it that way
Always falling; vaguely worried that someone cut the brakes
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So I'll Wait
03:45
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I’m not trying to rain on or to scoff at your parade
To try to tear you down or joke in underhanded ways
But you…you’re in the corner looking mean
Ooh, doing your best James Dean
Soaking up the summer heat; I’m surprised that you can hack it
The silence is pretty loud but not as loud as that leather jacket
Yeah, but we should have walked until we couldn’t feel our feet
We should have talked until we’d run out of breath to scream
We don’t have to try too hard; self-righteousness is easy
And taking little digs at every chance is more than teasing
And I….I’m in the corner feeling hard
But I…don’t look or act or sound the part
Soaking sun through summer clouds, surprised that I can hack it
The sky is pretty dark but not as dark as these sunglasses
The truth is everything you do sends shivers up my back
The truth’s I wouldn’t change a thing; you’re everything I lack
We’re missing many parts, and some deserve a little taunting
Lord knows there’s enough of them, but missing you would haunt me
Yeah, so we should have walked until we couldn’t feel our feet
We should have talked until we’d run out of breath to scream
So I’ll wait for you to come back home to me
Yeah I’ll wait for you to come back home to me
I’ll wait for you to come back home to me
Or I’ll walk to you on calloused, tired feet
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