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My Girl
04:25
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You're the spring, in the winter
The summer in the fall
You're the only reason why I think anything is worth anything at all
I'd crawl and fall for you baby, in any shard of glass
But I know our love will never last
You're the conclusion
To any solution
You can take my breathe away, I'd find a way to live another day
For You I'd give up anyone else in this world
But I know you're not my girl
You're not my girl, You're not my girl
You're not my girl, you're not my girl
You don't belong to anything of this world
You're not my girl, you're not my girl.
I walk into sunlight, and see your face
It's not worth it to know anyone else
I think of you before I ever thought of myself
That's a first
First things first I know that I love you
But I know that you do not feel the same way
You are looking so divine tonight
It's got my thinking that maybe I overthought things
Chorus
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Self Care
05:30
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I slur my own words due to a lack of confidence I guess, sometimes
Constant Validation is the only thing I crave every second, I'm alive
I've been chasing ghosts, and seeking pleasures
Joy does not exist for me
I'm so selfish and your best is never good enough
It'd be a wonder if I died happily
All I ever talk about, is me me me me me me
I've grown tired, of this Tyrannical View
I've been taking private lessons, from Narcissus
It's paid off in dividends with all these empty relationships
Ahhhhhjjghghshgj, I am my own God
Is there anything else worthy to believe in
They say misery, attracts company, than tell me why, am I so lonely
I have nothing at all to give you but I'll give you all that I have
I care about myself too much to even care
Maybe I'll find a place to belong but I've found a nice place to drown
I don't think I'll ever want to come up for air.
The only time, my head is out of my ass
Is when I look down upon you all
My fear of commitment is being disguised as ennui
I'm always bored outside of my skull
I'm intoxicated on self-indulgence
I've grown full on emptiness
Self-loathing is my weapon of choice
Inner Conflict, Mutually Assured Self-Destruction
Communication Breakdown, Build Up your Barriers, around me
Apathy and jealousy take your divine place, into my, acquiescing heart
Ohhhhhh, I get bored so easily, my mind is the devil's playground
They say misery, enjoys company, then tell me why, why am I so lonely?
Ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingcratiate me, ingratiate me
Ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingratiate me
Ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingratiate me
Ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingratiate me, ingratiate me
I have nothing at all to give you but I'll give you all that I have
I care about myself too much to even care
Maybe I'll find a place to belong but I've found a nice place to drown
I don't think I'll ever want to come up for air.
I have nothing at all to give you but I'll give you all that I have
I care about myself too much to even care
Maybe I'll find a place to belong but I've found a nice place to drown
I don't think I'll ever want to come up for air.
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Misogynoir
04:11
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The piss ants are promenading on the courtyard of men
Flea brained schemes, to obtain, basic privileges
I don't have to worry for I got what I needed from down there
This world is framed through our psyche we modeled it with care
You little whores, made it so hard to do
What I want to do, What God Ordained
When he made me a man and you my
Baby
You don't belong to me, but you belong to me, your my property
So get over here, my dear.
Don't be a brat
Don't be snotty
We'll show you how to use your body
Don't possess any ideas and
Don't have any haste
We'll remind you of your favorite place
Patriarchal privileges are being misused and abused
How can baby incubators have any valid points of view?
We don't have to worry for we setup the rules to our gain
Us harassers will never know the same pain
Oh, you want that promotion
Well I want something too
Let's use the only thing you're good for
And we'll make good use of it, go ahead and submit, and by the way
Please lock the door!
We don't want the whole office knowing that you're a whore
Oh, it's so laughable
To think you're valuable
Oh, it's so laughable
To think you're valuable
Oh it's so laughable to think that you have any value in this cold, cold world
I'm sorry that you were born a girl
Don't be a brat
Don't be snotty
We'll show you how to use your body
Don't possess any ideas and
Don't have any haste
We'll remind you of your favorite place
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Soiré
06:26
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The shadows are keeping company
Over this lonely soiré, je desoleé
I don't normally smoke cigarettes
Chain smoking off simple regrets
Elephants memory shot to hell
When Liquid Courage starts to swell
I don't remember your first name
First names are pointless anyways
Confidant that you'll remember mines
Doing things so you'll remember mines
Let's go go go go go go go
I want to be young and in control
Youth and embarrassment go hand in hand
Especially when we start to dance
Step one of having fun is just to let go
Don't care about the consequences waiting on you at home
Youth is your armour, use it well
You only get one crack at this life thing
Step two is to find people you like to have fun with
The cunts, the sluts, the whores, the dicks, and even your average bitch
Watch the fireworks fly high into the sky, but even the fireworks have to come down, sometimes
Have you ever been drunk, having a good time, but then the one person you hate in the world walks through the doors bringing contempt, pretentiousness, and the yuppies along with them?
The lead singer of the band walked in
Everyone started to shiver
I wonder if I'll ever have that effect
Is this what jealousy feels like?
Grabbed something to fill the holes
With a goal of feeling whole
I do not want to feel right now
Right now I want to get fucked up
Hanging around people that kill the mood
Wondering about what I'm about to do
Is it really a party when you have fun at other people's expense
Pickup lines about being in the band
Just tell the kids that I just wanted to jam
Step one of having fun is just to let go
Don't care about the consequences waiting on you at home
Youth is your armour, use it well
You only get one crack at this life thing
Step two is to find people you like to have fun with
The cunts, the sluts, the whores, the dicks, and even your average bitch
Watch the fireworks fly high into the sky, but even the fireworks have to come down, sometimes 2x
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Chloroform
03:39
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On a quiet, Day
Your the calm, Before the storm
In a Sentimental, Mood
You're Discordia, incarnate
Oh Life, is your Best Friend
You laugh at us, in unison
Oh, you're such a fickle emotion
I Love You, my little Morrigan
Your touch, is like chloroform
To my feeble senses
You keep me numb
You're my favorite type of drug
I Love, Being, Self-Destructive
In the midst, of Pandaemonium
I've seen you thrive, Before My Eyes
When there is, Perfect Harmony
Here you come, with Xibalba
I can't deal with your, deal with your,
deal with your deal with your deal with your stress!
On my brain
Love how you ignore, you ignore, you ignore, you ignore
You ignore You ignore You ignore my dying pleas
Baby Please!
Your touch, is like chloroform
To my feeble senses
You keep me numb
You're my favorite type of drug
I Love, Being, Self-Destructive
Your soul, is like a sponge
To my fragile soul
You absorb me, soak up my personality
And wring me out, when you need me
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An old friend called me out the blue, wanted to know what was new,
Told me there was going to be a sick house show, and asked if I wanted to hang
Hangout
Like the good, like the good old days
I said yeah I wanna get off the ground for a bit, gather up the guys and shoot all the shit, but to my lack of astonishment, he never called
Oh well, that's just one of the guys
I just want to be cool enough, to be one of the guys
I see all the real friendships, and I know that I don't have one of those, but the fakes ones do a great job of distracting you from the fact that you have no one to hold
Where did I come from, I do not belong here, I don't belong here
I can never connect to the people I live for, it's hard knowing that you are going to lose them all, or get tired of them like the usual its on to the next circle
Cycle, oh how its such a trifle. To play nice, to play noce, to play nice, to play nice
Chorus
I just want to pack up all of my shit, and crawl in the smallest ditch,
And Go Away, Go Away, Go Away Go Away.
I fear my friends haven't been endearing,
Recently all I've been hearing is Go Away, Go away, Don't Stay, Don't Stay
As I lay here decaying
An old flame burnt new bridges, along with my sense of faith
We were supposed to practice what felt like yesterday
You reminded me that if I were in a room with you, for more than an hour or two, I'd want to blow out my brains
Usually that's the setting of the day
Wishing that the plot would take place
But it's moving at a pace, society would approve of
With such a lack of grace.
I wonder if anyone will ever come near me.
With such a lack of grace I wonder if
If anyone will ever come near me.
I feel distant from everyone I meet
Like I'm behind a glass wall that is ten feet away
From anyone at all times
I feel like a lot of reverb in a tiny room
I feel like I talk about myself alot
I feel like I don't have anyone else to talk to
I feel like I'm unlovable most of the time
God is not benign, balancing out my crime
Against humanity sins overlook is all
We're destined to falll
Chorus3x
I wanna pack up
I wanna pack up
I wanna pack up
I wanna pack up
And go away
I feel like iI'm forgotten
I feel like I don't belong
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