1. |
Track 01
02:46
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I wonder what I'll think of this later
If I can I’ll be concise
Cuz I don't wanna waste your time
I’m convinced we're on for "The Long Haul"
Oh of all the times to be alive
Ain't this one a bit overweening
Or is that just me in some juvenile lack of understanding
The future's making me feel apprehensive
It’s a lovely world
So ignore the wind's turn
And all of the people at events passing you by
That don't catch your eye
Meaning has been as elusive as truth
But that's no excuse
I'll find another pursuit
Act like I know what to do
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2. |
Bad Blood
03:03
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If everyone is talking shit
Then no one can hear anything and I know
I don’t look good in baseball caps
And I spend a lot of time
Ignoring questions I’d rather not ask
Like how long can I stay in this city
And can anyone even read my handwriting
I imagine all the bad things you say about me
Surprisingly I agree
This job’s not meant for me
Cuz I do lie about ideals even I can't recognize in the morning
And I know, I thought that, it sounded good at the time
But everyone one was talking shit and I couldn't hear anything
I imagine all the bad things you say about me
Surprisingly I agree
This job’s not meant for me
No I haven’t learned anything
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3. |
Slightly Hungover
03:26
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If only I could choose the things I wanna forget
And choose to forget all unpleasant shit
But there’s no brain injury my doctor can prescribe
So I’m forced to remember unpleasant things on long drives
Repetition’s good, repetition’s all the rage
So the kids will love you even though nothing’s changed
But I’m surprised how much I think of anything else
I hope my memory fades with the rest of my health
But I will be there when you calm down
Slightly hungover we can talk thing out
I hear you learn better when you’re by yourself
But think of the things you’d miss and the stories you couldn’t tell
So if it’s alright I think that I just won’t shut up
We’ll talk for days weeks, hours, maybe even months
But I will be there when you calm down
Slightly hungover we can talk thing out
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4. |
Sarah's House
02:56
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I went to Sarah’s house
On the back of my bike
When I went to Sarah’s house
I remember what it was like
I remember thinking
I felt like Owen riding my bike late at night
I remember thinking
I felt like Owen, being that high on my bike
When I went to Sarah’s house
On the back of my bike
When I went to Sarah’s house
It was later than I would have liked
When I went to Sarah’s house I was
A different guy
Back when I went out every night
When I went to Sarah’s house
On the back of my bike
When I went to Sarah’s house
I had dreams that I’d never realize
When I went to Sarah’s house I was
A different guy
When I went to Sarah’s house
I was...
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5. |
Scrap
02:30
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Did the mountains fail me
I wasn’t inspired
In San Luis Obispo,
California’s pride,
And I know she read about this all day long
So I Scrap,
I erase,
I pretend that this is not the time or place
Cuz you caught me looking stupid
And by now I am use to it
The four hour conversations
Oh I can hardly wait
To get surprisingly emotional
Everytime you say
“Quality not Quantity”
And I agree
But like five beers deep
So what’s it like
You may ask
It’s a little funnier now
But I still don’t laugh
Did the mountains fail me
I wasn’t inspired
In San Luis Obispo,
California’s pride,
And I know you’ve heard about this one before
So I Scrap
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6. |
Interlude
01:20
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I know that you know better
Than to come to me
In such a fit of panic
I think that you should pour
Yourself a drink and wait
Cuz I know you know better
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7. |
Things Could Be Better
02:55
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Is anyone else just as confused
Cuz I'm not so sure what to do
I hear what you're saying and you've made some good points
But everyone else has too
Why don't you do what you love a little bit more
Spend some time with your family and friends
Cuz now that you're here
I don't think you can get back again
What do you call yourself now
That everyone has figured you out
Cuz I think I've exhausted
All the better outcomes I wanted
I think I have lost it
It was long gone long before it started
Is anyone else also this dumb
Cuz I never learned how to act
In these situations when it's just you and me
And the bottle I brought in my backpack
I've had a healthy dose of "I told you so's"
And "Should have known better, I guess"
And I've earned every one
With the things that I've done tonight
What will you do when you're forced
To confront the lie you adore
Cuz I think I've exhausted
All the better outcomes I wanted
I think I have lost it
It was long gone long before it started
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Been treating art like a contest
Been thinking things that you probably regret
So why you so surprised
That you’re not having fun yet
You can’t be serious
That all there is,
Is all there ever was
I use to call your bluff
But now I don’t cuz I’ve learned to much
It’s a long history I’m not proud of
But I don’t have to be
You can’t be serious
That all there is,
Is all there ever was
I use to call your bluff
But now I don’t
Been treating art like a contest
Been thinking things that you probably regret
So why you so surprised
That you’re not having fun yet
Free beers in your backyard
Put away your keys your not getting in your car
Cuz there were more pedals on stage then people in the audience anyways
You can’t be serious
That all there is
Is all there ever was
I use to call your bluff
Been treating art like a contest
Been thinking things that you probably regret
So why you so surprised
That you’re not having fun yet
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9. |
Angela
04:16
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You have a dime-a-dozen personality
And you look like you could
Use some stability
And I read in your eyes
Come here ask me if I lead a fulfilling life
Shallow projections cast
I know you do
If I prayed, I’d pray you stay that way
A beautiful face
Generic as all your tastes
And I’m an asshole
Guessing things that you never thought about
An isolated California boy
But I hear you’ve been practicing
Conformity and cutesy hair flips
Fucking forget it
Cuz I’m on the edge
Of waking at home
If I get my hands
On one more pull
But your distressed
So I’ll walk you home
You tell me your plans
You slur banal goals
Your family’s a mess
And on the edge
Your mother, your brother
A coincidence
And I kept my mouth shut when I could relate
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