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Boys Club
04:21
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I hate to break it to you but you’re boring me to death
Whatever story you’ve made up in your head please write me out of it
Stop talking at me and maybe talk to me for once
You could learn a few things from listening
You are not the center of my world
I am not your fantasy I am just a girl
Welcome to the boys club
Manic pixie dream girl
Aren’t you here to save him
Won’t you come and make his world
And I'm so sorry no i'm not sorry I don't exist to please you
It sucks that your sad And i get why you’re mad But its not my job to fix you
You’re just lonely and I just happen to be in the same room
A decision, I’m beginning to regret
And if every long haired
Tall boy
Skinny as a tree
Became the center of the world to me
I’d have no time for myself
And I’m the only one I really care about
I am growing tired of demanding your respect
As if I don’t put my heart and my soul into it
News flash I’ve actually got a personality
And you’re just repeating everything I’ve said right back to me
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Body
02:49
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Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Hands, and ears, and eyes, and throat
Welcome to my body
Where our motto is 'we’re doing our best'
Here comes morning here it goes
Time to put this thing in clothes
Careful what you choose
This is your identity now
Oh won’t somebody
Get me out of this body body
Free me from this soul prison
Let me out of this flesh covered skeleton
Oh won’t somebody
Get me out of this body body
I am growing tired
Of dragging this thing around
Time to pick these feet up
So they can take us where we need to go
Left foot right foot left foot stop
Time to rest these weary bones
This thing needs to nap too often
We’ll never get anything done
It requires too much eating
It’s too sensitive to sun
It’s too long it is too lanky
Mine doesn’t look like other bodies
How could someone love something so sharp
We’re not soft enough
What if we hurt someone
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3. |
Ride It Out
03:38
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You’re talking and I’m spacing out
But I promise you I’m trying listen
I just keep on thinking bout the future and I can’t shake these horrible visions
I just wanna love you like you’re the only one that I was made to love
But I’m not even sure how to love myself sometimes
I don’t know if this love will be enough
For the both of us
I’m sorry it’s just one of those days months years weeks lifetimes
The train has been derailed and I can’t seem to get it back on track this time
But really I’m fine
Just gotta ride it out
Sometimes I don’t quite understand
What I want or who I am
Or whose body I’ve borrowing for so long
And when it started to feel that way
And I’m driving my car
But I’m not really driving my car
These aren’t my hands on the wheel
Not my eyes on the road
And I’m driving my car
But I’m not really driving my car
I’m just a passenger in the driver’s seat
Whatever that, seems to mean
And I’m driving my car
But I’m not really driving my car
These aren’t my hands on the wheel
These aren’t my hands at all
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Black coffee
Melatonin
I can’t shake that feeling that i am always floating along
All nighter
Nine hours
Nothing seems to work I have been tired since the day that I was born
Nineteen years of this battle and I have yet to win
I guess I’ll get some sleep when I’m dead, maybe heaven is a warm bed
I guess I’ll get some sleep when I’m dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Tired, tired
My body is tired of aching
Tired, tired
My hands they are tired of shaking
Meditate, read a book, try to pray
Listen to rainfall, drink insomnia away
Sleep all night
Sleep all day
Lying in bed all day
Forcing myself to go out
No matter what I do it doesn’t seem to be much help
Soft music
Hot showers
I try to fall asleep but I just lie awake for hours
Oh god let me sleep, I’ll do anything
Sometimes it feels like
I’ve tried everything
Hopped up on vitamins that don’t seem to do anything
Go to the doctor
Get told to sleep more
What do you think I came here for
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5. |
Youth
04:59
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Soften your gaze
And unclench your fist
Unlock your knees
And loosen your grip
The battle is over
Lay down in your bed
Tomorrow’s a new day
We can try this again
I know I’ve had some thoughts that I wish I could take back
And I know I’ve felt some feelings I’m ashamed to have had
I am unable to stop picking at my scabs
My whole body is a scar now, I want my youth back
Oh but you can’t get your youth back
Oh no you can’t get your youth back
So I ask the world for forgiveness
And they me they’ll give it
But they can’t turn back the hands of time
They can’t give me what I never had a chance to make mine
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6. |
Times Change
03:17
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The cold bites my nose
Bites my fingers my toes
Everyone around me is moving so quickly
What are we rushing towards anyways
What do they see in the distance
Times change
Or maybe I’ve changed
Or maybe I just need to lay down for a minute
Tell me I’m pretty
You should never forget how to ride a bike
But I’m rolling down this hill, and I’m praying for my life
I can’t remember the way things used to be
Michigan and the Vatican look about the same to me
I forget where God lives sometimes
I’m falling asleep to the hum of TVs
I can’t tell the difference between real life and dreams
The preacher is speaking he falls to his knees
Will anyone pick him back up?
Or is he on his own?
Are we all alone these days?
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7. |
'93 Saab
02:35
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It’s got four wheels
Two doors
One hole in the roof and no A/C
A radio that still plays cassettes
a basin in the back that fills with water when it rains
Bright green
From 1993
My mother bought it used while she was pregnant with me
I love my ‘93 Saab
Even when it stalls, the steering locks or somebody has to jump it
I love my ‘93 Saab
Cause it was a car and I got to drive it
How many high school kids could say
They drove a classic convertible everyday
Sure in the winter it was kind of cold
Sometimes the heat didn’t work but hey they didn’t know
The fog lights are like a candle in the distance
Or someone with a flashlight on the hood of my car
But man that thing took me so far
That thing could take me anywhere I want to go
Just had to leave a few minutes early in case it decided it wanted to stall
But how could I complain?
I was 16
The car ran
And I didn’t have to pay for it
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8. |
Kleptomaniac
04:47
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Gas station
Parking lot
I've got pockets full of candy
That I did not pay for
Cause I couldn’t make myself
Cause I didn't wanna
No one ever
Told me that taking things was wrong
I will steal from my parents
I’ll take the light from your eyes
Spend it on cigarettes
And smoke couple years off my life
I wanna be the best there ever was
But not if I’ve gotta pay for it
Kleptomaniac
I’m a kleptomaniac
Its not that I can not afford it
I just cant be bothered to find my wallet
The truth is I don’t even know if I want it
But I can’t stop myself from
Taking and taking and taking and taking again
Gas station
Parking lot
I’ve got a backpack full crappy beer
That I did not pay for
Cause I couldn’t make myself
Cause I didn’t wanna
I learned a lot of lessons
but not the one about being a thief
I will take anything I can get my hands on
Your number, your jewelry your heart
Your cellphone, the keys to car
Just to speed it down the highway till I inevitably crash
And sell it for scrap
I just keep taking and taking and taking again
I don’t know how to give back
Kleptomaniac
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9. |
Sick & Tired
03:26
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Most days it feels, as though time is like Houdini
It always seems to manage to escape me
24 hours in a day is just not enough for me
I’m so terribly busy, doing god knows what
And when adults ask how you're doing
You’re supposed to tell them you’re fine
But i am running out of money i’m oh so terrified about my future
Can I crash on your couch?
Well I’m so sick and tired of
Being sick and tired
Drag my body out of bed
Just to climb back in again
Well I’m so sick and tired of
Being sick and tired
Gotta make it through the week
When all I wanna do is sleep
Do you ever wonder what makes people keep on talking
Do they like to hear their voice
Or maybe want to fill the silence
I hate the noise I hate the chatter just shut up
what is the matter with being quiet sometimes
Sometimes I question
Why my bones don’t shake and rattle
Why my head feels like Seattle, like it’s raining all the time
I never manage to stay dry,
pouring day and night
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10. |
Lost & Rootless
05:10
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I’m sorry to interrupt I just had a quick question
I won’t take up too much of your time I know that you have plans
Don’t worry I’m just a guest
We won’t make any of this permanent
Please don’t freak out I’m not here to call the cops
I just wanted to say hello but I guess that’s not ok
Don’t worry I know my place
I won’t make a habit out of what we’ve done today
Some things just haven’t hit me yet
I guess we’ll burn those bridges when we get to them
Don’t worry I won’t be here long
I’m just making a quick stop
I just need to make a phone call
Get some money from this ATM
Don’t worry I won’t be here long
I’m just taking a short pause
Then I’ll be on my way
And you can all get on with your day
I understand that you have your circle
Two’s company and three’s a crowd
Sometimes I too get claustrophobic
I guess I’ll just be heading out
I won’t make too much noise
I wouldn’t want to wake anyone up
You’ll never even know I was here
You’ll forget me as soon as I’m gone
I’m lost and rootless
It’s just how I do things
Floating through time
And floating through space
I’m lost and rootless
I’ve always done this
Never settled
Never stayed for too long
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Lonely Vacations Nashville, Tennessee
Thomas Cummings, Baily Smith, and a collection of sounds; all blended together to create 'Lonely Vacations', a Nashville
based, indie pop band, bringing you songs about love, old cars, and being tired.
"when I first met baily i thought she was really annoying"
-thomas cummings
"thomas is great he lets me use his printer"
-baily smith
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