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The first second I put that tab on my tongue
I thought "man, this isn’t the right situation"
At least my minds stopped spinning..
We've all lost our shoes and the ground keeps grinning
Conclusions I make keep on dripping away
She asks to leave but I think I wanna stay
The games they are playing are melting her brain
She asks me how I'm feeling, not one to complain
She said "Let's go" - man, no way
I'm fine, no way
..And I've thought It before
What a beautiful waste
If you over think what's happening
Your mind will spit in your face
[I press my mind to the keyhole, but nothings unlocking
trapped in this thought, I can't hold this thought]
This devil's grind has bottled my mind
[But he's my man.. he's my man]
Perception of day dreams completely declined
[I said man.. acid man]
I said devil man - I said acid devil man
I'm not sure that this ever really happened
Most of the time I'm not even sure if I'm awake
But even fire breathing dragons can dream
I remember seeing you before outside this old, old church
It was raining..
And I thought I was never getting home
Its still raining acid, my phone rings - answers itself
Hard to tell, what the time is now..
Is this hell?
Why are all these kids all dressed as devils?
So hard to tell
Full blown collusion? ..Of themselves
Is this hell?
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First thing when I blasted out of the womb
I cut a chord and screamed, I still remember my dreams
Floating endlessly, cooking in a cauldron in the belly of the first beast
I saw, dance floors
Filled with witches so I started flicking matches at them
First thing when I blasted out of the womb
I saw tasteless sights, you wouldn't taste my eyes
You pushed me out of, everywhere I’ve been
You make me wait, to find there's nothing leading
From crotch to grave, but drinks and incidents
My head is constantly over my heels
So when you ask me if I'm falling, my response is simply "always?"
So you bet your hair, and I'll bet my skin
Jammed into a circle that starts again - and keeps spinning
[putting one and one together, to make one - this'll hurt you more than it hurts me]
Drawing confessions, when I'm dancing this beautiful dance
With a chainsaw
So just keep your mind peeled and start spilling
First thing when I blasted out of the womb
I was led astray, a steel handed stingray
In the finest clothes, stealing little children that were tempted out of windows
I saw, chainsaws
In the beautiful dance where your confession was drawn
First thing when I blasted out of the womb
I saw tasteless sights, you wouldn't taste my eyes
So you bet your eyes, and I'll bet my teeth
Jammed into a circle that starts again - and keeps spinning
[putting one and one together, to make one - this'll hurt you more than it hurts me]
..I hit the ground running,
Since I'm out of your water and into the air
I've had a thirst to know
Is a Martini ever really dry..?
I've got a thirst to know
You'll be the first to know - if my glass is ever empty
If I crawl back in then I'll never know..
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We are, the kids throwing glasses around in your stone houses
To thicken our skin
So while you’re sat there on your ivory cloud, looking down at us
We’re at the bar nailing all your drinks
So leave a spike in your drink for me
You should have nailed them down
You’ve got your baited plough
I’ve got ‘forget-me-nows’
Threw courting to the wind when you said that I said
"Don’t leave a brother hanging cause that was abolished a lifetime ago..
But lock up your daughters so they can’t run away – or say no"
We’re playing kiss chase, in this liar’s maze
We're chasing tails that are already pinned down
You drink your disguise - cause there is no prize
We’re climbing ladders to get swallowed like our.. pride
"We’re men of honour tonight"
At least that’s what we said - never trust what we've said
What is you welfare falling on?
Get a house - don’t fill your house - well why’d you want it?
Snapbacks, skateboards, hang outside cool record stores
Get the next ‘vice’ issue
See him grinning, out with whiskers on him
[More and more expensive cloves spread out across the floor
Except for my face I get fairly erased
One day someone’s gonna say “sorry ‘bout your kid, hun”
Tell me more, tell me more]
They’re playing ‘Shoegaze’ - in this awful place
I like your pickers please don’t jam them in my face
A blatant disguise
'I really dig your vibe'
they're climbing ladders just to find a new place to hide
"Look this gift horse in my mouth"
At least that’s what she said
We’re men of honour tonight
At least that’s what we said - never trust what we've said
Because, we’re the kids whipping glasses around stone houses
Making quick quips
We’re thick skinned
And our conversations are just noise and berating
[All around, all round this town..
Sitting down, I think ill sit this out]
Scouring ‘pitchfork’ for real talk to bring this place
Money can’t buy you real presence or grace
No real conversation to bring to table
Magazine trimmings own this mannequin
Because, we’re the kids throwing glasses around stone houses
Making quick quips
We’re thick skinned
And our conversations are just noise and berating
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I think I'm gonna need a headstone for this place
Where are the girls I used to chase?
Down with drinks we used to steal?
And who I'm never gonna please
And I use just to appease my lack of confidence
..Lets drink to confidence
All this is..
Is hereditary, male pattern complacence
..And from the moment I walked in the room
I could kind of feel her eyes burning right through me
Looking me up and down. Maybe weighing me up for later
Probably to see if I'd fit inside of her
..Sort of how a snake measures it prey
I can't place this
Do we hate this?
I can't place this - just can't place this
What a lack of choices
These circus show clowns
Dog show town
Her Rosette says "Best in pound"
Away, just put her away, lets get going
And when I saw her in the cold light of day
My stomach sank to the floor , I didn’t know what to say
I guess my old buddy vodka's really boned me again
I'll still tell all my friends she was a perfect 10
While she was laying there stretching out my t-shirt
Well I'm never gonna wear that again
I wish she would just leave, so I could track down my jeans
And try and calculate exactly how much money I've spent
I cant place this
Do we hate this?
Mix emotions with potions and general narcotics
And hot summer days with ice cold gin and tonics
Thinking when we first met - drinking on the floor
I knew I'd found my best friend
I remember Thursdays - I remember most days
Still go out
..Even if we'd had the worst day
Face it, I am nothing
Full of bad connotations, no ones salvation
Stop it, give up nothing
Cause I like going too far and finding new scars
Loving, tasting nothing
Hating smirking new faces, they're no replacement
Are we the worst people I know?
I think we're the worst people I know
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Passionately Mundane
02:26
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Found my shoes, now I'm looking for something to do
Too much time in my own room
Tired of being alone
..I guess its better than being alone
Drag me - too slow
You're dressed in crocodile tears, I guess I'll see you later
When all we have in common is we're both bi-products of boredom
Some days in this place go way too slow
Same sad look from head to toe
Through with being with you
Pretty bored of my own reflection too
I'm too wet to go outside
Ring me out and hang me out to dry
Smother me, worse things have happened to better people
Did I ever tell you I was sorry
For pretending to care
Did I ever tell you most times I'm at a loss at what to think about
..But its never you
Did anyone ever have four drinks, instead of one drink when they're with you?
[You gotta double down, I think that’s called a drinking problem]
Sometimes I'm easily distracted, somewhat detached and a little bit on acid
Just to make it through, one more day with you
So let's go out one night this week
And smash us up some things
Get some light refreshments, cruise down to the beach
On a Monday
Try and have some fun
..let's try and have some fun at least
She said..
Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to do the right thing
I actually forget I'm a pretty bad person..
And sometimes I get so caught up in trying to find the right level of drunkness - I forget to have to have a good time
But I think maybe you just don’t drink enough..
We're both wastes of friction and time..
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