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Worst Case
03:22
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You know I don’t like you
But you’re nice enough to let it go
And you’re nice enough to say “Good morning”
And you’re nice enough to go home
I went to California
For a time I thought I’d end up there
Hot sun beating down the pool water
Guess I didn’t really care
Daylight comes and the rest is on you
You had fun and what more could you do
If you were wrong then you’ll live with it
Worst case you’ll just feel like shit
Worst case
Worst case
They say to go easy
On myself cause I can get too tough
But that’s how I got this whole thing going
And honestly it isn’t much
Daylight comes and the rest is on you
You had fun and what more could you do
If you were wrong then you’ll live with it
Worst case you’ll just feel like shit
Worst case
Worst case
I play it all back and it’s all new
I don’t know who, I don’t know who, I don’t know who these people are
Daylight comes and the rest is on you
You had fun and what more could you do
If you were wrong then you’ll live with it
Worst case you’ll just feel like shit
Worst case is the middle bit
Worst case is a Communist
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2. |
gumball
03:28
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Everyone made fun of where I grew up, so
I got to think that the Bluffs weren’t enough
But if you were there, I’d ditch anywhere
Bet you’d bring me a gumball from the library
Ooh, it ain’t over
I just got started with you
Take a picture, babe
I need a photo with you
You’d watch me read as you lay down beside me
Share poetry that nobody assigned
You’d talk me up all night at the party
You won’t shut up, I’m passed out reclining
You’d find my window with a rock
Ooh, it ain’t over
I just got started with you
Take a picture, babe
I need a photo with you
It ain’t over
Ooh, it ain’t over
I just got started with you
Take a picture, babe
I need a photo with you
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3. |
eat the moon
04:01
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I wanna eat the moon, I wanna pack it up
I wanna be the girl you thought would fix it all
I wanna say something that keeps you at night
I wanna taste like salt, so wrong it’s right
Maybe it’s nothing
Maybe it’s a lot
I just don’t know for sure
Said everything worth saying
Sign’s up on the door
I just don’t go there anymore
No no no no no
No no no no no
I wanna hear your breath, open your chest and listen
I wanna slice my thumb when you’re in the kitchen
I wanna wear a dress to leave it on the floor
I wanna take a sip that leaves me wanting more
Maybe it’s nothing
Maybe it’s a lot
I just don’t know for sure
Said everything worth saying
Sign’s up on the door
I just don’t go there anymore
No no no no no
No no no no no
I was a fly but I didn’t know
Thought I was mine but I didn’t know
I was a fly but I didn’t know
Thought I was mine
Maybe it’s nothing
Maybe it’s a lot
I just don’t know for sure
Said everything worth saying
Sign’s up on the door
I just don’t go there anymore
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no
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4. |
Flatscreen
04:12
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You and me, we come alive at night
Sitting side by side and trading “No thanks I’m alright”s
Close the books and rest your tired eyes
The tile floor is cold and baby it just feels so nice
Silhouettes burned in the floor from the glow of the TV
Flatscreen, flatscreen baby
Gas leak down in the cul de sac, didn’t you know that
Flatscreen, flatscreen baby
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
Song of love the poets haven’t heard
You remember my birthday cause it’s in your password
Can’t complain, I’m in deep
Where else should I be?
Silhouettes burned in the floor from the glow of the TV
Flatscreen, flatscreen baby
Gas leak down in the cul de sac, didn’t you know that
Flatscreen, flatscreen baby
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
Hold me, you’re the only touch I’ve felt in so long
Hold me, you’re the only touch I’d risk my life for
My spine curves to your sun
Silhouettes burned in the floor from the glow of the TV
Gas leak down in the cul de sac, didn’t you know that
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
You and me, we come alive at night
Sitting side by side and trading “No thanks I’m alright”s
Close the books and rest your tired eyes
The tile floor is cold and baby it just feels so nice
Silhouettes burned in the floor from the glow of the TV
Flatscreen, flatscreen baby
Gas leak down in the cul de sac, didn’t you know that
Flatscreen, flatscreen baby
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
I would wait, I wouldn’t skip ahead
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5. |
Stars
04:20
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You can’t resist getting even and then getting the rest
They never know what hit ‘em
I was young when you said you didn’t wanna be friends
You tasted like living
You put me on your show
You could let me down
You could let me down
You could shave my head, have me on the ground
You could take all my money, cause you’d talk to the cops for me
You could let me down
Talk on the phone ‘til your dinner’s cold
I’ll be around cause you said that I’m like coming home
You could let me down
Caught you praying once while we were living in sin
I don’t know how you do it
You hear no and appreciate the suggestion
I’ve seen it, how they bend
You like to smoke hand-rolled
You could let me down
You could let me down
You could shave my head, have me on the ground
You could take all my money, cause you’d talk to the cops for me
You could let me down
Talk on the phone ‘til your dinner’s cold
I’ll be around cause you said that I’m like coming home
You could let me down
The stars at night are big and bright
The stars at night are big and bright
You could let me down
You could let me down
You could shave my head, have me on the ground
You could take all my money, cause you’d talk to the cops for me
You could let me down
Talk on the phone ‘til your dinner’s cold
I’ll be around cause you said that I’m like coming home
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