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Constant
06:09
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I've been feeling my age again
Couldn't get out of bed
Feeling too old for this
I've been making my own bed lately.
I'm such a good little boy!
But I'm getting too old for this
I've been walking with my fists balled
Down Cookman Ave.
All of my friends are gone
Everybody I know is either
Pregnant, married, high, or dead
Or you
You can make me run into a flame
You can make me forget my own name
You can tie a string around your little finger -
Pull it back
And though I'd never leave my lover's side
I will always run when I am tied
Just to feel the tension around my neck
I guess this is how it's going to be
You keep betting on my bad heart,
And banking on my bad memory
(Or selective, defective, deluded, or full of shit, or whatever)
And all these trap-doors that I keep leaving out for you
Are all the same ones that I keep falling through
And there I am: another high school freshman
Alone in the hall
Who goes in like a lion and out like a lamb.
The fear of a child with the mask of a very old man
You can make me run into a flame
You can make me forget my own name
You can tie a string around your little finger
You can pull it back when I get far
And even though I'd never leave your side
I will always run when I am tied
Just to feel the tension around my neck
Just to know that you would want me back
If only I could travel back in time
If only I could act my age for once
If only I was younger than I was
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It was a typical November, drunk and depressed
I was overtired and underdressed
She asked me if I ever felt cold?
She had vintage outfits and crushing debt
A high regard for her intellect
She asked me why everything gold
Loses a little luster with a little rain?
How statues, once mighty, turn a shallow green?
She asked me if I ever felt old?
I took her hostage when I took her hand
She had legitimate prescriptions on her doctor's plan
She warned me that they weren't that strong
But if you take two or three then they'll be good enough
And if you take six or seven then they'll be good enough
And if you take ten or twenty then they're never enough
The wind blew in from the arctic shelf
I was inside with somebody else
I knew it but I didn't feel
Didn't feel wrong
Sarah could have died in Connecticut
With her Japanese dress turning white and wet
She asked me if I ever felt cold
You have games like a child, you know how to win them
I have wheels like a car, you know how to spin them
You have teeth like a shark, you know how to shine them
I have blood on my hands, you know how to bind them
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Who treats love like a vacancy
To be filled at the earliest opportunity?
Who needs someone to meet each day?
Who keeps pushing who away?
Who runs in to the nearest bed
Via highway or plane?
And whose pink skin turns the rawest red
After one hour of who's own name?
Whose gold ring is to tight a fit?
Who expects who to pay for it?
Who makes promises? Who's untrue?
Who keeps secrets away from who?
Who needs the last word in every fight?
Who here is happy and who here is right?
Who's got an answer for every charge?
Who keeps taking a step too far?
Who here speaks of some divine grace
The second that someone else's embrace
Dissolves to sweat on the poor soul's arm?
Who can get out of this unharmed?
Who's got a mouth full of ash and grime?
Who thinks who's been a waste of time?
Who doesn't get what they expect?
Who thinks the future is worse than death?
Who's afraid of The Howlin' Wolf?
I am/fuck you.
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Well there isn't much to look at
When the winter clouds obscure the setting sun
And the shadows of the mountains
Hover around you like a coliseum of ghosts
And a city girl gets lonely,
And a city boy will talk to anyone
Who will fill the finest points inside her
With a hammer and a post
I heard you say you were returning
Although we both found it unwise
But I kept silent: I was anxiously awaiting your
Pair of greenest eyes
Well the airport closes the early
And it's still a good two hours in the snow
And it flies into your windshield
Like the stars were thrown in terrifying winds
It reminds you of the time you saw them
Frozen by their supernatural glow
When you thought that they'd been dead forever
You thought you knew just where they'd been
We watched the moon shine on the ceiling
Although it wasn't in the sky
But I swear I saw something shining on the edges
Around your greenest eyes
It was black and white and dull and grainy
The way it always is in photographs
And I was crawling naked on my hands and knees
Before I fell into a hole
And you started throwing dirt on me,
Stopping only when you heard me laugh.
You can fill a hole with anything
But I doubt you'll ever keep it closed
I heard the door as you were leaving
I can't say it took me by surprise
But I turned over in my bed still half-expecting
Your pair of greenest eyes
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You've got something I want
I think you know it
Something that's heavy and charged
On the tip of your tongue
Another smaller hole to throw down the canyon
You go in blind, dive in behind it again
Another step to the right
And then you're off again
Arrivals and departures
Behind your eyes
The grass is growing green on the lawns of your lovers
You never give it the chance to grow dry underfoot
You keep your hands to yourself and you sing
That you're "all out of love"
You put your arms at your sides and you tell me
"It's the wrong kind of love"
You press your lips into the speaker
And tell me there's a secret:
"If I want more of it I'll get less of it
But 'waiting' is just slang for 'alone.'"
So rip me up into shreds
And build me up again
Tear my clothes off
Let them fade in the sun
A broken egg that rots and runs in the gutter
A yellow mess that's better left underground
She closes the door.
"Don't come any closer.
There's someone listening behind the shades.
There's blood all over your back like an army of razorblades
Had tried to find another way in
Had set up a camp underneath your skin."
So thread the film in the reel,
And play it til the end.
I'll be waiting alone in the lobby again.
You keep your hands to yourself and you sing
That you're "all out of love"
You put your arms at your sides and you tell me
"It's the wrong kind of love"
You press your lips into the speaker
And tell me there's a secret:
"If I want less of it I'll get more of it
But waiting is just hiding.
Who are you fooling?
But 'waiting' is just slang for 'alone.'"
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Fourth of July
05:46
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C Alexander Chicago, Illinois
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