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Eggshells
04:11
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Picking the polish off your nails
Eggshells; white and cracking on the floor
You're shedding the stress confetti and confess
That you were not ready for more
Cars scream on the overpass
I am breathing gas and exhausted
By the impasse
Breathe deep and clear the air cause
whatever's there got polluted in the process
I dont get off on the same things I used to
Old habits feel brand new
Get off at the bus stop with the cactus
Feeling alive takes practice
Spinning in circles round the sun
Twenty-one, far from home and no one knows me
Bright neon and plastic seats
Got a vice to beat
For Inka Cola, Christ, and country
Picking the polish off your nails,
Eggshells, the liver takes up where the heart leaves
Blow out the candles bite the cake;
a wish to make
To be alone but never lonely
I dont get off on the same things I used to
Old habits feel brand new
Get off at the bus stop with the cactus
Feeling alive takes practice
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If I caught you
talking to me
the way I do
I would resist the inclination
to put your fucking face in:
cracked mirror needs replacin
someday soon
So when I
was talkin to you
the way you do
I empathize with your frustration
It's a private self-debasement
the words always last longer than the bruise
the bruise, the bruise
the words always last longer than the bruise
So now I talk to me
and you talk to you
Days are long, drawn-out and sickly
Nights get vicious pretty quickly but
the words always last longer than the bruise
the bruise, the bruise
the words always last longer than the bruise
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Asphyxiation Blues
03:04
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Oh what tragedy to see you slip beneath
the surface of the mythical
One last breath and then that's it
Things will never be the same again
A promissory note
From heaven tied around my throat
Jesus Christ, the holy ghost
Cherub wings and harp strings steal the show
This time I bit off a little too much
Flat on my back, I listen to the sound
As she says you can tie me up
But you'll never tie me down
Cosmic intervention: they forget to mention
Good folks die
from time to time
or left and right they drop like flies:
surviving is the consolation prize
And I swear I used to know
The difference between a joke
And this sad artifice
Swing and miss (ooh ooh)
Say your grace and lose your place
Asphyxiation blues stay on your face
This time I bit off a little too much
Flat on my back, I listen to the sound
As she says you can tie me up
But you'll never tie me down
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