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Stealing Horses
03:32
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Something is tangled up and caught inside my chest
A broken wire hanger or some string
There’s a hole between my ribs through which I tried to fish it out
And I still feel the way the edges sting
Oh
I think I’ve lost my mind
Basket case does not quite cover
This brain, I will need another
Oh
Please let your words be kind
Remind me I should stay the course when
I’m back out there stealing horses
Someone has been watching through the curtains of my room
And in the living room through slats between the blinds
They keep their vision on me while I’m trying hard to write
I’m scared that they might learn to read my mind
Oh
I think I’ve lost my mind
Basket case does not quite cover
This brain, I will need another
Oh
Please let your words be kind
Remind me I should stay the course when
I’m back out there stealing horses
Somewhere there is someone with a copy of my brain
Even sicker than I am, I fear
But I’m not getting better just because someone is worse
I don’t want to lose another year
Oh
I think I’ve lost my mind
Basket case does not quite cover
This brain, I will need another
Oh
Please let your words be kind
Remind me I should stay the course when
I’m back out there stealing horses
Oh
I think I’ve lost my mind
Basket case does not quite cover
This brain, I will need another
Oh
Please let your words be kind
Remind me I should stay the course when
I’m back out there stealing horses
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Isla Vista
02:35
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We’ll be high in our twenties til we’re drunk in our forties
Who cares about the memories for all the times before these
Let’s smoke and drink on porches until the days get colder
just laugh it off for now and then be better when we’re older
Cause shit we’re twenty-three
Our beaches are borderline pornographic
And every girl is just a little bit sapphic
Streets without sidewalks corners without stop signs
Tied sneakers and power lines
We’ll be high in our twenties til we’re drunk in our forties
Who cares about the memories for all the times before these
Let’s smoke and drink on porches until the days get colder
just laugh it off for now and then be better when we’re older
Cause shit we’re twenty-three
You grabbed the back of my bike wearing your rollerblades
We’re sailing twenty-five, a two person parade
I borrow cuttings from your neighbor’s garden for my own
Smoking on the beach with a friend cause I won’t go alone
We’ll be high in our twenties til we’re drunk in our forties
Who cares about the memories for all the times before these
Let’s smoke and drink on porches until the days get colder
just laugh it off for now and then be better when we’re older
Cause shit, we’re twenty-three
Oh shit, we’re twenty-three
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I can’t stop crying
Being in this place is a sin
I know we’re dying
Caving in
This is what to play and sing on a Sunday
Since the world let you down in its ways
‘cause you’ll never pray on a Sunday
Hold your tongue, watch your back, walk away
Then sing this at end of the day
Shining gold Cathedrals
But I remain unimpressed
You have my people
Oh God, I only want what’s best
This is what to play and sing on a Sunday
Since the world let you down in its ways
Because you’ll never pray on a Sunday
Hold your tongue, watch your back, walk away
Then sing this at end of the day
Why would our mother
Let me feel this kind of pain
I am so othered
It’s not my place to complain
This is what to play and sing on a Sunday
Since the world let you down in its ways
Because you’ll never pray on a Sunday
Hold your tongue, watch your back, walk away
Then sing this at end of the day
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Internalize
02:45
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Mom is gonna kill someone with her car
An alcoholic at the wheel can never get too far
A cortex racing, with thoughts that never slowed
As I’m sitting here, she’s blazing down the road
But I know
It’s not your fault if someone dies
‘cause even grown you can’t expect
To cut her down to size
I promise
“Nothing bad will happen”
Oh she lies
Bide your temper
Internalize
Dad sits on a bed in the back of a motel
Waiting for the egg to drop and fin’ly crack its shell
Three pills left of methaqualone
And too many voicemails waiting on my phone
But I know
It’s not your fault if someone dies
‘cause even grown you can’t expect
To cut him down to size
I promise
“Nothing bad will happen”
Oh he lies
Bide your temper
Internalize
The halls quake in the wake of this romantic fight
Overflowing laundry bins, bellyaches, and spite
Disappear to go cheer for football teams on Sunday
Empty bottle souvenirs scattered in the driveway
It’s not your fault if someone dies
‘cause even grown you can’t expect
To cut them down to size
I promise
“Nothing bad will happen”
Oh they lie
Bide your temper
Internalize
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Class of '05
03:41
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I stayed here for eighteen years after the Princess Bride
Now a plane has brought me back home from the coast
Nothing here has changed a fact that I should take in stride
My ‘05 class reunion is chasing ghosts
Got knocked up by some guys that we knew and lost your maiden names
This cold nostalgia beckons back to cheers from football games
Autumn’s long forgotten, mem’ries I apperceive
Cause you all peaked in high school
Stayed and wouldn’t leave
Back in town sailing garages feels a bit surreal
$3.59 a gallon for the gas
Signs blur by reminding me that hell’s indeed still real
Conserving both objections and my mass
Got knocked up by some guys that we knew and lost your maiden names
This cold nostalgia beckons back to cheers from football games
Autumn’s long forgotten, mem’ries I apperceive
Cause you all peaked in high school
Stayed and wouldn’t leave
Despite what you claim you’re not colorblind yet
A victim of this place, a generational mindset
Your case is terminal and tragically lifelong
Ms MTV generation will never hear this song
Got knocked up by some guys that we knew and lost your maiden names
This cold nostalgia beckons back to cheers from football games
Autumn’s long forgotten, mem’ries I apperceive
Cause you all peaked in high school
Stayed and couldn’t leave
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Cigarette Nostalgia
02:37
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It doesn’t matter which brand you get, they’ll all give you cancer
Two packs a day for twenty years, not slowing down
You ask me how I’m feeling but I can’t find the answer
My friends died years ago, this rolodex is a ghost town
White-knuckled living is the only way I know how to try
I’ll come to terms with pushing through the cold
This is who I know that I will always have to be
But my cigarette nostalgia’s getting old
It doesn’t matter which strain you pick, they’ll will get you high
I know we throw away these lives we elevate
It’s blazing through my bones like a heatwave in July
Hot boxing dented cars soaring down the interstate
White-knuckled living is the only way I know how to try
I’ll come to terms with pushing through the cold
This is who I know that I will always have to be
But my cigarette nostalgia’s getting old
Pick your poison
Doesn’t matter which
Any of this liquor
Will scratch the itch
I can smell it on you
Know where you’ve been
It’s all those smokes
That are keeping you thin
White-knuckled living is the only way I know how to try
I’ll come to terms with pushing through the cold
This is who I know that I will always have to be
But my cigarette nostalgia’s getting old
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Intertwined
03:10
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You swear you’re not upset with me but I wish you were
Because if you were angry there might still be a cure
I promise what I told you was just hyperbole
I don’t know what the fuck to do with this / I guess I’ll climb a tree
I think we got our wires crossed
You’ve left me drunk and high
Because you say I’m just too young
To always want to die
They’re my friends yes they should know
But you should know I’m fine
You might be my soulmate
But our thoughts aren’t intertwined
I should be crying right now up here where I sit
Does the fact that I’m stoic mean that I’m a hypocrite?
Can’t you see that you’re lucky that you don’t feel this way
Sorry that I keep fucking up your week / this is my every day
I think we got our wires crossed
You’ve left me drunk and high
Because you say I’m just too young
To always want to die
They’re my friends yes they should know
But you should know I’m fine
You might be my soulmate
But our thoughts aren’t intertwined
Never mind that I dream of lacing drinks with foxglove
I know sharing my thoughts is impolite
I’d rather share a bowl with the people that I love
Keep me grounded while I’m up out of sight
I think we got our wires crossed
You’ve left me drunk and high
Because you say I’m just too young
To always want to die
They’re my friends yes they should know
But you should know I’m fine
You might be my soulmate
But our thoughts aren’t intertwined
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Steamed Vegetables
03:06
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There is something in the air
The opposite of falling into love must be a falling out
Every last part used to care
But what’s left can’t help but fill me with doubt
My beating heart has stilled
But you didn’t do anything to make me hate you more
The little things they build
I know how I used to live but that was me before
I’m left steaming vegetables
And eating them alone
Cutting out the saccharine
Strips me to the bone
But I’ll build a better palette
And learn to take it slow
Sometimes you have to do these things
Because they help you grow
Hm
Hesitation after falter
But there’s worse I could have done than what I had to do
Like leave you at the altar
Or end it on the phone, leave a soulmate without a clue
I am still in heartbreak
Over what I had to do, my choice so I’m okay
Smile, plaster, fake
Even though I let you go I wish that you could stay
I’m left steaming vegetables
And eating them alone
Cutting out the saccharine
Strips me to the bone
But I’ll build a better palette
And learn to take it slow
Sometimes you have to do these things
Because they help you grow
Hm
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Delenn Jadzia Santa Barbara, California
Acoustic tracks tackling mental health and the complex parts of life. Give my music a chance, and I feel like something will hit home.
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