1. |
Hesitantly, Hi
03:57
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Sometimes — fact is
Dumb time — acting
Slip by — chat room
Drip dry — bathroom
I never knew the waiting game
I never knew that waiting was a waiting game
I can only tell you about
Hesitantly, “Hi"
Staying up all night
Something in the way
Light hits you today
Hands tied — not true
Waiting — for you
Sheepish — sleep in
Soap dish — laughing
I never knew the waiting game
I never knew that waiting was a waiting game
I can only tell you about
Sleeping with the light
Staying overnight
Something in your teeth
Staring over me
I never knew the waiting game
I never knew that waiting was a waiting game
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2. |
Can't Complain (Rut/Tub)
04:15
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When you speak I am a shoelace
and when you cry, I cry
I’m sitting sideways on the subway
with my shoes untied
You’re fielding all the leading questions
with a glimmer in your eye
You said your piece to all the doctors,
you think they know it’s a lie
I am someone different
than you think I am;
I’ve seen 100 degrees,
we’re talking Celsius
I am not subscribing
to this awful plan
where you are taken from me
by the environment
Are you stuck in a rut
Or are you stuck in the tub?
Am I making the cut
Or am I messing it up?
When you speak I am a shoelace
and when you move, I'll move
I’m sitting backwards in the bathtub
and I’m not leaving soon
You’re interviewing in the bunker
and enjoying the view
My boots are turning into puddles
and the leaves are blue
I am someone different
than you think I am;
I’ve seen 100 degrees,
we’re talking Celsius
I am not subscribing
to this awful plan
where you are taken from me
by the environment
Are you stuck in a rut
Or are you stuck in the tub?
Am I making the cut
Or am I messing it up?
Head full of caffeine
and trashy memes
Postmodern pastiche
right under our feet
Are you stuck in a rut
Or are you stuck in the tub?
Am I making the cut
Or am I messing it up?
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3. |
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I jab myself with the pokey side
I'm just a guy, most of the time
Forgive my words and my Freudian slip
I'll get in touch with it
My silly self-worth questions are thread
I'm on the sofa, you're in the shed
You sure showed me, man, I got sewn up by you
I'll get in touch with it
Get in touch with it
Get in touch with your id
You're the queen of it
Yeah you'll know what you did
Get in touch with it
Get in touch with your id
Get in touch with it —
I'm in the side seat, taking a ride
I'm just so clumsy most of the time
I'll spill your drink as I change out the CD
I'll get in touch with it
You sit me up when I'm not feeling fine
I've always been yours to analyze
Undo my stitches, perform all your tests on me
I'll get in touch with it
Get in touch with it
Get in touch with your id
You're the queen of it
Yeah you'll know what you did
Get in touch with it
Get in touch with your id
Get in touch with it —
Now never mind the underline
I'll make a place specifically for you
And if perchance your eyelids dance
I'll tell you what we're gonna do
I understand your reprimand
I'm not exactly sure about the view
But if you'll be right next to me
I’ll tell you what we're gonna do
You sit me up when I'm not feeling fine
I've always been yours to analyze
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4. |
Light/Low
04:34
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You'll make my bones grow
And I'll be the skin of your teeth
Light in the sunshine
Low when you're taken from me
We were born in western nations
Understand the implications, now
I just can't help clinging to ya,
Worrying about minutia now
So let's take the path
With the most even way
Let's dry our hands
And domesticate
You'll lift my fingers
And I'll make a gesture or three
Life on the table
Like you'd expect me to be
Architecture, Archimedes
Rolling around in all my theses, now
All your patience, placate, soothe me,
Every time you see right through me, now
So let's take the path
With the most even way
Let's dry our hands
And domesticate
/Stylize my life
Make me pretty
Start killing time
Watch memories survive/
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5. |
Heavy Homily
05:03
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Speaking of avoidable decline
Painting all the pointillism in your mind
Sucking all the joy we give
Heavy homily, derivative
Laying out a comprehensive guide
Slightly reminiscent of the ones you decry
Leeching all the looseness from me
Void of whimsy and of melody
/Recontextualize your thinking
All my squinty friends are squinting
Please include the reason for me
Arduous, explanatory/
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