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I'll Never Be Sad Again
04:21
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Window by my bed is warm and sunny
Bite the apple, amputate the phone
All my friends are cute and smart and funny
If they don't pick up when I call, I know that they aren't mad at all
I just leave a message at the tone
You can call it excess serotonin
You can call it braggadocio
I feel pretty good when I'm around you
And I feel pretty good when I'm alone
I'll never be sad again
I'll never be sad again
Throw out the violin
I'll never be sad again
We had a trampoline in our front garden
Jump together you'd get twice as high
At the top the whole world starts to sharpen
I stretch out my fingertips, I taste freedom on my lips
Open up my eyes and touch the sky
Maybe force of will can keep me floating
Anything to keep me off the floor
I don't read the news, it's not important
Gravity can't touch me anymore (Gravity can't touch me)
I'll never be sad again
I'll never be sad again
Throw out the violin
I'll never be sad
I'll never be sad again
I could meet my match
Maybe they'll be funny and we'll dance and interrupt each others' plans
We'll get so attached
Finally I'll put my beating heart inside another person's hands
When I'm lost from the light
When I cannot find the reason
To get out of bed, to make some tea
Don't give up the fight every feeling has a season
I'm not alright but I'm gonna be
Sometimes I see shadows in the corners
I get shivers underneath the sheets
Maybe happiness is a performance
Maybe I can breath real deep, and send my demons back to sleep
And I can choose the man I want to be
I'll never be sad again
I'll never be sad again
throw out the violin
I'll never be sad, I'll never be sad again
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Springtime
04:01
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Push alerts for the dead
Pull the covers over my head
I don't want to know anymore
Every inch of my room
My bed turned into a womb
I scrolled and I sat on the floor
Ares was far too mighty
Abandoned by Aphrodite
My psyche, was falling apart
I was inside, for a long time
Hit the space bar, stuck on QuickTime
And I lost a friend, to a sick mind
But my tears dried, and it's Springtime
Ooooo
Can I be a brand new person
Ooooo
I'm ready to let it go
Ooooo
I can be a brand new person
This year we'll get it right
Finally it's Springtime
Christmas day all alone
An empty two-story home
I'm tired of trying to be strong
I'm lost and passing my prime
But I don't look at the time
Life is too short and too long
Persephone caused crisis
Let's pass it to Dionysus
I'm biased, but a party sounds good
I was inside, for a long time
Hit the space bar, stuck on QuickTime
And I lost a friend, to a sick mind
But my tears dried, and it's Springtime
Ooooo
Can I be a brand new person
Ooooo
I'm ready to let it go
Ooooo
I can be a brand new person
This year we'll get it right
Finally it's Springtime
With a garden, a couple years is what it takes
Ohh, ohh,
In my garden, I buried all my mistakes
Ohh, I know
That this year I'll get it right
Finally it's Springtime
Ooooo
Can I be a brand new person
Ooooo
I'm ready to let it go
Ooooo
I can be a brand new person
This year we'll get it right
Finally it's Springtime
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What if aliens are real
And they live a trillion years
And they've watched every single one of us since birth
What if aliens exist as an endless consciousness
And for fun they watch a TV show called Earth
And there's a bunch of different storylines the moral isn't clear
And it feels like the writing's gone downhill in the last year
And everyone's a hero painted in the proper light
And the shows in multicolor though it acts so black and white
In it's hundred-millionth season for what's it worth
A TV show called Earth
As we gaze out into space
They're a few feet from our face
Eating popcorn drinking soda with their friends
Though to us it might seem cruel how they keep a betting pool
On the way the human storyline will end
'Cause everyone's a villain who just looks out for their own
And be careful picking favorites 'cause they all end up as bones
And the ensemble is pretty good
The leads all mostly suck
And recently they've trashed the set to make a couple bucks
And a plot like that has not been seen before
They might only have a couple seasons more
Nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah
And when the show is done
By war or storm or sun
I wonder if they'd want to watch again
Or grow bored with what what we do
And move on to something new,
Saying "Earth was decent, seven out of ten"
"I liked the dancing and the music and and the sea foam on the shore
I wish the writers had been kind enough to sprinkle that in more
'Cause the war bits and the poverty
I wasn't a fan of
But I really dug on all the parts where humans fell in love"
See they've watched from our primordial dawn
Until the very last one of us was gone
And one turns to the other with the clicker in his hand and says
"That was fun, let's see what else is on"
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Bachelor's Degree
04:44
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For all my best friends, talking about you is boring
I know productive conversations unlikely
Like "who broke who's heart, who was wrong, who was ignoring"
A broken record, scratching a good spot on my psyche
Sometimes I want things to happen even if they're bad things
Then at least something, would be happening with you and me
Give me a big fight, give me a misunderstanding
I speak every kind of heartbreak fluently
At this point I've got ten thousands hours
I don't think there's more I can do
I could get a bachelor's degree in getting over you
At this point I'm so great at forgetting
I'm the expert on what ya do
But I think I'm finally ready
To be bad at someone new
I'll teach a course to all of your future ex-lovers
Here are the missteps I made every one
Don't sleep together, don't be friends if you're not friends
Kinda fucked up and it was also kinda fun
See I've got the mantas, all of the self affirmations
I've got the ten easy ways and the build your foundations
I've got the lo-fi heartbreak radio stations
Clearly I'm better, all better, congratulations
At this point I've got ten thousands hours
I don't think there's more I can do
I could get a bachelors degree in getting over you
At this point I'm so great at forgetting
I'm the expert on what ya do
But I think I'm finally ready
To be bad at someone new
I'm what you went through just to get to
The perfect person that'll get you
I'm the step-stool, I'm your jet-fuel
Two years down the drain
Like the glass of champaign at the interview
She asks me where I went to school
I went to college and then to you
At this point I've got ten thousands hours
I don't think there's more I can do
I could get a bachelors degree in getting over you
At this point I'm so great at forgetting
I'm the expert on what ya do
But I think I'm finally ready
To be bad at someone new
Bad at someone new
Someone new...
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I just went out on a date that turned out not to be a date
Just a solo dinner where you’re increasingly late
I call you and you say you wrote a text that you forgot to send
I just smile and say goodnight and swear I’ll never date again
Picking clothes is such a chore I never know what I should wear
Am I too assertive if I wear that special underwear
I clean my room and water my plants in case you come over and then
I come home drunk and alone and swear I'll never date again
I thought that modern dating would get easier with time
I’d have good communication and not have to read your mind
I think that even Sisyphus would hate his uphill climb
And I’m not sure that Tinder was what Darwin had in mind
Message in your inbox with the same joke I’ve told a million times
Timing out your texts to match the tempo of your last reply
I could play these games or skip the middleman and sodomize my brain
At least my mind is getting some, more reasons to never date again
Making plans for ten days time that I know she’ll never keep (ah ha, oh ho)
Someone’s mom just got to town, someone’s cat got put to sleep (oh no, ha ha!)
we’ll make plans when they get back but never mentions where or when
I've diagnosed another ghost and reason, to never again
I thought that modern dating would get easier with time
I’d have good communication and not have to read your mind
I think that even Sisyphus would hate his uphill climb
And I’m not sure that Tinder was what Darwin had in mind
Everything’s so casual everything’s so cool
Don’t let someone close enough to push you in the pool
Well I want someone to ruin my life I wanna fall in love again
But instead you only ruin my night with reasons to never date again
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6. |
Just Another Day
02:52
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I put the cup in the cupboard, I put the dust right into the pan
I know the books on the shelves won’t put themselves in their place
I fold all of the laundry, I pull out the watering can
I journal the dreams, I put all the creams on my face
It’s my silly little life with my pretty little dreams
Go to work, hit the hay, take a shower, masturbate
And I swear I really try, I make plans and meditate
I know life’s supposed to be special, but it’s just another day
I put my face in a carefree smile
I put my hand in her hand
I say “my place isn’t far, hop in the car and we’ll go”
I put on the same old playlist for every one night stand
Then we strip and we stick to the sexual script that we know
It’s my silly little life with my pretty little dreams
Go to work, hit the hay, take a shower, masturbate
And I swear I really try, I make plans and meditate
I know life’s supposed to be special, but it’s just another day
And it’s ordinary
And it’s arbitrary
When I count my heartbeats
It gets really scary
When death comes knocking at my door
She’ll find me in my room folding clothes into a drawer
It’s my silly little life with my pretty little dreams
Go to work, hit the hay, take a shower, masturbate
And I swear I really try, I make plans and meditate
I know life’s supposed to be special, but it’s just another day
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7. |
Jeff Found A Genie
02:27
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Jeff found a genie in a bottle
who said I can give you anything you ask
you can have your wishes three, and a million more for free
it’s unlimited just set me to the task
well Jeff thought a while and said “I want houses
I want boats, I want fancy modern art
I want tickets to the met, I want my own private jet
and a rocket into space, just for a start"
And the genie waved her arms and made it happen
his every wish bolted from the blue
and folks all over town, grew enamored gathered round
to admire the man who’s wishes had come true
they said "let’s hear it for the man who has everything
who’s got mansions full of modern art
yeah let’s hear it for the man who has everything
cause his wishes are only at the start"
And Jeff heard their shouts and he grew worried
he said “everybody’s getting in my way”
The genie smiled as before, "you’ve got a million wishes more
you can even give a bunch of them away"
And Jeff got confused and sorta quiet
'til he finally said “I have just one wish more
I am satisfied, so I wish that you would die
so you cannot grant wishes anymore"
Well the genie’s eyes grew big and sad and shiny
'til she finally said “your wish is my command”
and with an effervescent sigh, she disappeared before his eyes
and no wishes were ever granted there again
So let’s hear it for the man who has everything
by good fortune he was set so far apart
let’s hear it for Jeff who has everything
every single fucking thing except a heart
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Don’t tell me...
Tell me what you’re thinking
I don’t (I don't...) I don’t wanna know
If you tell me (tell me) tell me what you’re thinking
I might (I might) might not make it home
Take your pottery and paintings
Take your sneakers back and run
We use a thousand words for saying
It’s done
There’s a blank spot on the counter
Where you used to set your keys
There’s a cavern you used to live in
Shining light inside of me
Don't call me...
Call me when you get there
That's all (that's all) all I need to know
Don't let me (let me) throw away your pictures
Don't let me (let me) let me let you go
And the song just kept replaying
We were dancing to the lie
We spent a hundred days delaying
Goodbye
There’s a blank spot on the counter
Where you used to set your keys
There’s a cavern you used to live in
Shining light inside of me
But I'll work the day away, pretend that I'm okay
Eat salads and lift weights
And I'll snore and hit the snooze
So I can dream of you
And start my day at noon
I would rather be you
There’s a blank spot on the counter
Where you used to set your keys
There’s a cavern you used to live in
Shining light
Shining light
Shining light inside of me
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9. |
Cafe La Rue
03:21
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Welcome my friends to Cafe La Rou
Here is a menu for you to look through
Here at the cafe you get to choose
Any life that seems delicious to you
Just to get started there’s mother and wife
Some people don’t much like the taste of this life
So if spice is a price that you're willing can bear
It pairs awfully well with a saucy affair
You could try politician an excellent choice
Illicit endeavors, an oversized voice
But if you want something sweet, it’s a turn for the worse
This dish always ends with no just deserts
Are you crushed, are you steamed, are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It’s a diet you’ll down til you die
But darling you get to decide
There’s lottery winner, that one’s served rare
I’m afraid just fresh out of tech millionaire
You won’t get full though you’ll feel dignified
‘Cause those richer dishes are hollow inside
We’ve got child mistreated, and husband abused
And prisoner who has been falsely accused
Every once in a while, no matter your wish
you might find some trouble snuck into your dish
Are you crushed, are you steamed, are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It’s a diet you’ll down til you die
But darling you get to decide
Let’s hope the meal’s massive, and not just a snack
'Cause if you don’t like it, you can’t send it back
No matter your order, the time or the place
All you can do is just savor the taste
When life’s out of control, and it seems to you
Like a seven course meal you were forced to sit through
If ever you thought that your life had picked you
Remember you once sat at Cafe La Rue
Are you crushed, are you steamed, are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It’s a diet you’ll down til you die
But darling you get to decide
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Mr. Shoes Tied
03:12
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I thought that I’d be a millionaire
I thought I’d be in Vanity Fair
But I’m gonna be thirty, my kitchen is dirty
My shower drain is clogged with my hair
I thought that I’d trip into my wife
I thought she’d just fall into my life
But I never mingle, I’m chronically single
My thumb is tired from all the swipes
But I don’t mind I’m not Mr. Right
I’m getting aquatinted with my mystery life
I’m Mr. Shoes Tied, Mr. Deep Sigh, Mr. I’m Doing Alright
I'm Mr. Hindsight, Mr. Fine Life, Mr. Peaked In Junior High
I used to think I’d be the man but now I think I’m just some guy
I thought that I’d be properly paid
And rewarded for my excellent grades
But the economy’s funny, the memes turned to money
I just learned about a Roth IRA
I thought I’d be the macho ideal
a double-pecked stomach of steel
but my voice is still whiny, my biceps are tiny
And I’m five nine... in two inch heels
But I don’t mind I’m not Mr. Right
I’m getting aquatinted with my mystery life
I’m Mr. Shoes Tied, Mr. Deep Sigh, Mr. I’m Doing Alright
I'm Mr. Hindsight, Mr. Fine Life, Mr. Peaked In Junior High
I used to think I’d be the man but now I think I’m just some guy
And I like it, I don’t need to be seen to be real anymore
Fuck it I love it
I’m finally fine, even when I’m ignored
I’m not a prodigy, waiting to be alive
'Cause I’m Mr. Shoes Tied, Mr. Deep Sigh, Mr. I’m Doing Alright
I'm Mr. Hindsight, Mr. Fine Life, Mr. Peaked In Junior High
I used to think I’d be the man but now I think I’m just some guy
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11. |
Hanging In & Hanging Out
02:29
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Pressing all my clothes
In origami folds
I’m finished with the rat race, I’m just hanging in my hole
Clean pressed linen sky
My hands are warm and dry
I say hello to the tiny hairs on the iris of my eye
I see can clearly now why I’m here
And it only took me twenty-something years
I thought that work was what my life’s about
I’m just hanging in and hanging out
Things are going right
I sleep eight hours a night
And I turned the color gamut of my phone to black and white
I cleaned the bedroom floor
And the mirror on my door
And when I see my reflection I’m not embarrassed anymore
I can see clearly now
I’m alright
I don’t care that I’m alone tonight
It’s not my job to save a dance all my doubts
I’m just hanging in and hanging out
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So I have my daily cry
Then I bake a pumpkin pie
And I take my gummy vitamins and hope I never die
No money I can pay to make sadness go away
But if I can’t be happy maybe I can be okay
I can see clearly now
I’m okay
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
Just as long as I can choose to stick around
I’m just hanging in and hanging out
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