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cosmonaut
04:22
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In the dark
You were wandering out
Into outer space
When he clipped your lip you said
“I don't know how to swim and I
I can't keep waiting (wading) on a better hand”
But it's all about to change
You're the one who's seen my face
And it's wrong
It's not like I'm not aware
It's a funny thing
But it's funnier to me
And I know it's not your fault
I'm a careless cosmonaut
You were offered up to the sun
If you'd lost your head, you'd have still replied
But I'd be keeping you up still
But I was never one for time
If the bastard king begets a bastard love
Beneath the ocean, does he trust
The waves when they
Have come to crash
If I knew you would I say
That I've accepted things this way
Or would I say I don't know anything at all
Stop scratching your fingers
Stop scratching your hands
Stop crushing your beer
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2. |
sober
04:29
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Howl at the moon
You were always forgetting I was sober
But you did your best,
Dressing up as someone older
Well you’ll get there soon
And there’s plenty for us to drink
When I heard that you were carried away to St. Paul
I begged your family to let you die
My temper’s flaring up
I’ve been pretending that I’m okay
But I’ve got slow rot
It grows into decay
When I heard that you were carried away to St. Paul
I begged your family to let you die
They asked politely
That I leave immediately
I said, “You don’t know them like I do”
When you were gone
I moved into your room
It was clutch and I regret
Not calling you back
Well I was a total asshole
Really meant the best for you
Turns out I was as fucked as you were
Til your parents told me to
Call you back
I told you everything
You said,
“They don’t me like you they should’ve let me die
St. Paul sucks, I hate it
Would you tell my Ma that I say hi”
When I heard that you were coming home from St. Paul,
I’d already killed myself
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3. |
in des moines
03:20
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Well I’ve been
Wandering around the grounds
At nightfall
I took a photograph of you
It’s nights like these
I reserve the right
To drink myself to sleep
As if I have nothing else to do
You’re a better orator
Naked in the corridor
As you walk me to your room
A bloody mess
Stumbling into your communion
The flesh was pressed against my teeth
And we prayed for providence,
Common sense
And confidence
But the dissonance was far too much to bear
Folly, are we useful yet?
I was losin’ a lot of blood
Fuck, what are we doin’?
“I don’t wanna die in some strangers arms again
But it’s the only place that’s ever felt like home
I don’t wanna bleed on your pillow or your sheets”
I said as you were taking off your clothes
In Des Moine
On a hotel bed you paid for
I swore you’d left me there to die
Days like these
I feel capable of love and the will to live
But still, I’ve never figured why
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4. |
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Weighed it wrong
Fallin’ for you after dawn
Changed my mind
Change the story every time
I’m not afraid
I just wanted to say
That it’s fine
Bastion blues
Passin’ fast between
Me and you
And I stare you down
Cause I don’t know what else to do
It’s not that I’m wrong
If it’s where I belong
It’s the back of my hands
Or the cord from the phone
It’s the space between houses
We’re sleeping in cells
Leave it alone
It’s a lonely hell
If I sing enough
It’s where I’ll find you
Bastion blues
Waste time with the truth
Woah, the distance
Between the back door
And the front seat of your car
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