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Good For You
04:05
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Good for you, but in a genuine way
Had to go wake up, automatic bad reaction
Don’t ever know what to do, just want to be good for you
Everything is gone, that’s nothing new
Praying for the one that you love
Hoping that the karma might work around in my way
There’s nothing left to say, sat around fantasizing about the future all day
But you'll be moving on to much better places that you deserve
Don’t ever know what to do, just want to be good for you
Everything is gone, that’s nothing new
Horizontal stripes, wet spots on the dock
Do you think I forgot?
Clamoring for warmth, auras huddled close in the dark
Totally blind to the truth I could never be good for you
On Sunday everyone will be gone
I thought you already knew
Do you think that will be good for you?
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Nailing A Scene
02:38
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When you’re a hammer
Everything’s a nail
And it's coming down like hell
It doesn’t matter
What’s life supposed to be?
An imitation of the scene
A nail right in the screen
Tell me it’s a dream, I’m too good for self esteem
My whole image will diminish from my eyes
All that I can’t see, stick right in my bloodstream
I️ don’t believe what doesn’t take me by surprise
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Salao
01:46
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November 11
03:28
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Balloons fall in syncopation with the strobe light
Flickering behind your head, I’m falling again
All the deadthroats spill out like tar on the boulevard
They falter for a moment glancing from afar
Took the last train out of Penn Station tonight
Out of breath on faded seats, what does it mean to arrive alright?
A single light flickers but it’s still overstated
Can see my own breath in Ridgewood, heavily intoxicated
So let me know
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Springfall
04:55
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Consider this a final fall
In your eyes, in picture frames follow down the hall
He could’ve done anything else, could have called
Won’t see him again, no not at all
But I don’t want commemorations
Would rather your room be decorated
And in all of the times that we’re celebrating
Just know we’re missing you
I’d rather have a brother than an angel
A faded cap instead of a halo
All I want you to be is a body bruised, not buried
(Lights Out)
Well I guess I'm just surprised at how calm that he seemed
Crumpled on cue, but still your eyes did gleam
Nobody figured that something was wrong
Till he made his leap and “we should’ve known all along”
He tried to keep his eyes closed, he tried to leave the room
Would have changed the way he spoke, if he knew
No, he’s never asked for help, but neither have you
But your death prompts imitators so now what do we do?
There’s a few from our town and the ones that surround
Known for their heart and the ways they’d astound
In April and May, no proper chance to decay
Left a physical mess to our ocular dismay
I tried to keep my eyes closed, I tried to leave the room.
I changed the way I spoke, and I hoped that you knew
That I’ve never asked for help, and neither have you.
Still your death prompts imitators so now what do we do?
It’s a light switch that you shut off forever
Your heart rate will increase but you tell yourself never
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