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Cabbage
00:26
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That four-year-old cabbage still tastes fresh in my mouth,
motherfucker
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Mushpot
01:57
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you kept your voices down the second you heard that sound
out the basement door, like I’m making you leave
(don't bother me, don't bother me)
so sorry I couldn’t be more fun to please
too caught off-guard to remain okay
so I disconnect from you; first disconnect of the day
(get out of the way)
first disconnect of the day
I could sound like I meant it if I wanted to
I couldn't make you feel wanted if I wanted you
cause you made your exit sound
when I vibed out the friends you're proud of
I’m the welcome mat you walk right over
out the basement door, like I’m making you leave
so sorry I couldn’t be more fun to please
too caught off-guard to remain okay
so I disconnect from you; first disconnect of the day
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Regret Lag
03:29
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stronghold embrace; absolve old skins of absent selves
lay friends to waste, and race back to the gallows where
you don’t get so flustered
shot by some praise, a slight inflation at the wound
hats off, too scared, ease and contentment all consumed
by some frailty complex
onset insight, inside the numbers don’t match up
takes up my time and prompts me to count backwards
eyes on your back, a conundrum magnet
lay waste to soft devotion just to amass more corrosive habits
while curbing exposition sickness on the way
sanctioned by a need for acceptance and a lack of attention
subtle hints of a vague reaction,
condescend swelling, and equipped to cower
stronghold embrace; absolve old skins of absent selves
lay friends to waste, and race back to the gallows where...
eyes on your back, a conundrum magnet
lay waste to soft devotion just to amass more corrosive habits
while curbing exposition sickness on the way
sanctioned by a need for acceptance and a lack of attention
everybody's got their secrets leading them to special hells,
in the end we're all delinquents even if it's hard to tell
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Goth AF
02:28
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confrontation stays anonymous
an awkward breech of the tongue I hold, struggle to fit the mold
i’ve got options, but I kind of don’t
in my best interest to leave it there
stagnant and ill-prepared
calloused asterisk, a metaphor for a lack of a life to live
fearing dismissal again
i’m not aging quite as collected as I thought I would
all that’s left is misery and rose-tinted nostalgia
manic tendencies, I’m losing it
i’m making love to my enemies, dragging you down with me
future bruise; a loser by nature
get to the top of the hill to fall off of your bicycle
i'm not aging quite as collected as I thought I would
all that’s left is misery and rose-tinted nostalgia
will to relive this going down again with low attentiveness
drag your friends along with fake sentences
merely a decision,
make sense of the solace
“Sorry” again; pity applause paper-thin
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5. |
A - + (a minus plus)
03:02
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a refracted fracture never mattered,
when your statures taller than the rapture
suffice it to say, I’m a leg short and you’re amused
I couldn’t bother if I liked the abuse
another laugh, take a moment to control myself
to keep up, or keep out
they'll talk about you at the turnaround
wrecked execution, status: a nuisance
you’re so violent
superb, evasive, replace replacement
you're so violent
constant sifting, hardly lifting
I don't want this, make me want this
no waiting, done reeling
tethered to a restless feeling
no breakthrough for now
you toss your thoughts to the wind
I make you eat them again
i'd feel like drowning myself
if I weren't too scared to swim
slow-burning bridges on the sidewalk
embers soon never to return
with intentions scathing
no waiting, done reeling
tethered to a restless feeling
no breakthrough for now
elated contusions
stamped across my face diluted
intentions forced out
i forgot my name again
ya'll ever read "Of Mice & Men"?
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6. |
Crickets
03:34
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my eyes are swallowing suns and I can hardly confuse that
the distance to them felt so much closer to you
because the greater the weight,
the closer they seem to me
until they shatter the earth
and brought with them release
surface seduction, I was rather sedated
(a sucker-punch like a methamphetamine)
plagued with delusions that I'm failing to fight
(the bigger the talk, the looser the grip to me)
receiving end of the worst part of your best swing
attempt to brush it away
against the pull of my anxious character traits
I’m feeling petty again, i'm feeling petty again
surface seduction, I was rather sedated
(a sucker-punch like a methamphetamine)
plagued with delusions that I'm failing to fight
(the bigger the talk, the looser the grip to me)
concave death-ray
a saturated heart for the namesake
tired of making a mess where nothing clean used to be
so fuck it, so fuck it, so fuck it
it’s okay though, find another way
go learn yourself a useful trick; the killed incentive
we all expect you on your best behavior
the closer the call, the weaker the crash
smother the confidence covered in ash
it’s okay though, find another way
go learn yourself a useful trick; the killed incentive
we all expect you on your best behavior
don't give yourself away,
go learn yourself a useful trick; the killed incentive
we all expect you on your best behavior.
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