1. |
Walking on My Hands
03:22
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Oh may God bless
Every treacherous misstep
That I'm bound to take
I can’t get my kicks
When the whole damn room shifts
To keep me in my place
There was a time I’d take it all in stride
But I staggered, got that new swagger,
And I’ll see you on the flip side
I know the steps but, honey,
Too bad I'm walking on my hands
You won't get your work boots muddy
And you only know how to line dance
I'll lose my balance if I
Tiptoe around your feelings
You might have the floor, sure,
But I'm dancing on the ceiling
When I hit the scene
You know it’s the next big thing
Since crawling on all fours
How can I cut loose
While I'm tryin to fill your shoes
Between the two and four?
I'm sweating, breaking into a full sprint
It reminds me, those who tread lightly
Will never leave a footprint
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2. |
Borders
02:27
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Don't cast your pennies
In the cup that I drink from
The bitter taste of money
Spoils my freedom
And while you argue over
The new authority
And tell me who’s your god today,
It makes no nevermind to me
Go ahead and draw your lines
But you're surrounded on all sides
You build a barricade
Around your property
And keep your fortune
Under lock and key
You step back
From those who oppose ya
And soon enough you’ll find
That’s why you stand alone, but
I’ll dance around this cruel earth
Like it’s all neutral turf, yeah
Go ahead and wave your flag
But mine is painted black
Every time you draw your lines
You’re on the wrong side
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3. |
Get My Good Side
03:01
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Got no color in my cheeks
I can't smile more than half-heartedly
I gotta filter the truth, keep it from you
Until I believe it too
I'll flash that counterfeit grin
Beware the light you see me in
Make sure you get my good side
Is that really what I look like?
When you cross my camera eye
I, I take a snapshot in my mind
So when I step into the frame
I’m imitating, shifting shapes
I know the perfect pose
Break my back just for the show
Watch me pretty-up my flaws
You’ll see them when the lights are off
And when I feel so ugly
The camera loves me, honey
I never looked better
Make sure you get my good side
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4. |
Apostrophe
02:42
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I wish I was more—
What’s the term for it?
Articulate, you know,
Good with words and shit
But I’m peddling cheap diction
And the words burn when I spit ‘em
I’m singing to the masses
You’re preaching to the birds
My voice is radio static
They hang on your every word
Because you make them count
And I patter and stutter and stammer and mutter
Til “mothers” and “fuckers” eventually slip out
They’re just bound to
Ooh baby, say that line,
That silent kind again
Give me those eyes,
They’re words to live by, yeah
Oh you’re a whisper in a crowded room but
Those who care to listen won’t mind the volume
Tell me something good
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5. |
Midnight Line
02:32
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Calculated
Improvised
He was licking his lips,
His tail was swatting flies
And I stepped one toe across the midnight line,
Across the midnight line
I’ll drink the potion
I’m in decline
He’s got a comfy pocket
In just my size
And I stepped one toe across the midnight line,
Across the midnight line
You know he’s gonna do me no good
I know I shouldn’t do it
I do it anyway
I let him in my head
And I know he can stay as long as he’d like
I stepped one toe across the midnight line,
Across the midnight line
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6. |
I Dabble in Rainbows
03:10
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If you set ‘em up, you know I’m gonna knock ‘em down
I know every hole in every wall that surrounds this town
And if the doors aren’t readily open, just give me a boost
We’ll fuck it up just fine on the roof
You know they might not get it now but they’ll come around
Keep looking up ‘cause I know that’ll be us someday
And we’ll know all the friendly alley cats in the game by name
I’ve stolen every lighter I’ve ever owned, I’ve
Been starting fires since, I don’t even know
Baby, I’m not quite sunshine, no, but I dabble in rainbows
I’m afraid it’s too late for me now
This thing I got, it’s a hand-me-down
And if I ever had the choice
I’d still be making all this noise
I started climbing before I thought
It’ll hurt like hell if I ever fall
I’m getting closer every day
If you’re going my way
I met a man who said he could write my name bigger
And I’d be sitting pretty at his corporate cabbage dinner, mm mm
But I’d sooner kiss the sweet concrete before I ever admit defeat
And if I’m going down this round, at least I bleed glitter
Remember when we wanted what we have now?
Just dreaming in the corner booth, trippin out, hash browns
We knew we already had it made
I love that place, we carved our names
So if you set ‘em up, you know I’m gonna knock ‘em
I’m gonna knock ‘em down
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7. |
Real Problems
03:24
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I can get, I can get
Out of bed if I want to
But I just haven’t made
Up my mind if I do
Just one step, just one step
Whichever direction
Or I can dream, where I’d be
If I wanted to move
And they say
Some people have real problems
Make me feel bad if I got one
Think I’ll stay in all day
Wait for something to happen
Go online, start a fight
And change nobody’s mind
Think I might drive all night,
Throw my phone in a canyon
And I’ll watch it hit the rocks
Just before I run to get a new one
I think I’m part of the problem
I think I’m part of the problem
I can get, I can get out of bed
If I want to
I can get, I can get out of bed
I can get out of bed, out of bed
I don’t want to
I can get out of bed, out of bed
I don’t want to
I can get out of bed, out of bed
I don’t want to
(I think I’m part of the problem)
I can get out of bed, out of bed
I don’t want to
(I think I’m part of the problem)
I can get out of bed
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8. |
White Ink
04:07
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I wonder where the words go
White ink, white page
There are shades of truth
In the negative space
But there’s a stubborn stain
I can’t wash away
A watermark punctuating
What I don’t know how to say
And when the paint dries
Just where my fate lies
I’d rather never know
How do I surrender?
How do I fall from grace?
What do you scribble on a white flag
That it doesn’t already say?
Or do I run, screaming, from the shadows
To the cozy corners of my mind,
Sit in a soft little box where
Nothing can get inside?
And when the paint dries
Just where my fate lies
I’d rather never know
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9. |
Slo Mo
03:27
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I might’ve burned the food
But I don’t see you cookin’
Don’t fill up on ashes, baby
I know you wouldn’t
Want to miss dessert
Nothing but my boots
And the spoils of youth
Fell asleep on the sofa again
Should’ve listened to my friends
If I start running now, I might just get out
Costume jewelry weighing me down
Fucker made me so mad
I over bubbled my bath
Coming up for air, I could see you there
Oh I could see the leaving in your eyes
So which will it be?
Is it you or me?
Can’t we talk about it in the morning?
Just another empty warning
I used to have a rule for men like you
Yeah, for men like you
But honey, we’re a match made
Didn’t mean it that way
Just caught him on a bad day
He loves in a shattered glass way
If you touch me I,
Just might, gonna cry
Or maybe stay another night
Oh for old times, for old times
And no I’ve never been good at goodbye
I forfeit my life if I don’t try
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10. |
Moon Sugar
05:01
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Not this again
I’m in a dangerous, dimly lit situation
When you’re near, it sends
Me spiraling, till finally
When I touch you, ooh, you run through
My fingers like water in my hands
What I once knew, you undo
With one innocent glance
Moon sugar on my tongue
Slow sipping from a crystal cup
As I slip over the edge
Against my better judgment
I slur, under my breath,
“Not this again”
Not this again
No, I’m not in the market for wanting
For I am blessed
Got more love than I know what to do with
When I touch you, ooh, you run through
My fingers like water in my hands
And the more I try, I’m paralyzed
Sinking like quicksand
Moon sugar on my tongue
Slow sipping from a crystal cup
As I slip over the edge
Against my better judgment
I slur, under my breath,
“Not this again”
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