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Juicebox
03:14
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Dried up
I'm like an empty juice box
Hollow on the inside got a hole through the middle
I fucked up
I threw caution to the wind
Dove in real deep when I let you in
It's so hard to admit
I take it personally
and you don't give a shit
You wouldn't give a shit
I don't know why I seem to feel the way I feel
I was trying to play it like I was even keel
Even though I knew that this was part of the deal
You sucked me dry
Now I'm hanging on the line
I'm wrapped up
in memories past
Thinking of ways I could have made it last
I'll come out
Someone smarter than this
But for right now I'll tie my fingers in a fist
Like a moth to a flame
You burn hot and
I can't control what you do
You do you
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Shivering
04:12
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Counting steps inside my mind
So I don't wander far from home
My parents say that they're just fine
But I feel they're all alone
Cars drive by
Swear we won't die
Cause I'm shivering I dipped my toe
And I feel like a fool cause I didn't know
When the tide comes in, where the pitch pines grow
It's scary to think how I wanted you so
It's not about the words you said
It's the way you took me by the hand
Grabbed my wrist with a thirsty glare
It's scary to think how I wanted you there
You could blame it on my quarter life
Or probably from that bad trip
My stoner friends say I'm alright
But my brain is hop and skip
It's not in what you know
It's the in the beard you start to grow
It's scary to make that shift
And it's not in what you say
It's the way you handle your day
Cause nothing else exists
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Cog
02:29
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Break my ego break my bones
Let the crooked frame alone
Tear through feeds and instant looks
Not finding solace in my books
Will you look at me, not the tv
Or your slick screen, were all deadbeats
We've been sleepin in your room
Cause that's what girlfriends do
Pressed together late at night
Deadened eyes stay open wide
Say you can't breathe, when you're with me
My tendencies, make me crazy
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My Friends
03:07
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Whats with my friends I try, to talk with pens I buy
Every word you say and thats ok, thats ok
Whats with my friends they’re stupid
Wait around till then I’m moving
You all can stay and thats ok, thats ok
Wonder if I made a mistake, cement boots I’m i the bay
I wake up to see your face
I wake up to see you, I wake up to see your face
Where do I go next Im walking
To the east and west, keep talking
No time to think and thats ok, thats ok
We both know this is fading
We get so tired just waiting
Loosen our grasp and thats ok, thats ok
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Arizona Snow
02:56
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They spilt my coffee, burnt my eggs
Fucked me over, broke my legs
Tire and toothless, bloodied and sore
Where is my wallet my phones on the floor
They're trying a kill me, I never met you
Bound and blinded I wanted a friend
Bound and blinded once again
Under the bleachers, that's where I'll go
Indian summer Arizona snow
I pick my scans and they peel away
Into the river where you want me to stay
Hey baby well I think you'll be just fine
If you stay with me tonight and every single day
Hey baby well I'll make myself at home
And we can stay here all alone where we're out of view
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Yellow Balloon
03:10
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You see stars in my eyes
Too bright to look up
Reflecting the mountainside
And the sagebrush buttercup
I walked a ways
Through the Great Plain
Determined to see it all
Ankle curled into a sprain
My will floats away
In a yellow balloon
Slipped from my grasp
I exhaled too soon
Tighten the string
so my fingers turn blue
Until I bleed
Yellow balloon balooooooon
You see breath turn to air
When it's cold enough
I am begging the wind
Not to make my skin so rough
I thought if I
Could hold your hand
You wouldn't feel so tired
Of trudging through the sand
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Couch Potato
04:02
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I’m walking down every road
Heads circling what I’d like to know, when you say
Sea of people I don’t wanna see
I feel indifferent about the chance to speak, so I’ll leave
Don’t make this, as hard as it is
I’m bending, my backs about to give
-Is it too late, to tell you I was wrong
It’s not your fault, I’m to lazy to write my songs
What do you need, baby I got it
I’m on my knees, babe if you want me now
I’m right over here, what can’t you see me
I’ll sit on my hands, until you need me now
I forgot that life’s keeping score
Climb through a window, I think I lost the keys- to the door
Dreams of running through open grass
Too lethargic to break free from the pack, and get off my ass
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Send it Back
02:41
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In cold winds faces blow by
Arms guarding the little warmth left inside
Tears dry in salty white lines
Curse New England and my umbilical ties
I try walking in time
But shortly my steps are unaligned
Some eyes are kinder than mine
Crack open a smile so I send it back to you
Send it back to you
Buds in to build my own scene
Plug up the light stage set inside my mind
Little men performing again
For the trillionth time, to a set list all mine
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