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In the Dust
04:27
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In the Dust
You said that Wyoming is a shitty state of mind
And all the fake cowboys and ranchers on these county lines
Can sink into a sinkhole and it would be just fine
I swear to god when we were kids I thought you might explode
Yelling out at the window at the people on the roads
You could fill Montana with what you don’t know
And I’m sure that you were right
I am tethered this life
Kaylin there’s a window on the third floor of your house
I was in my father’s Ford watching you climb out
Hoping you might kiss me on the mouth
Amphetamine and Motley Crue and Jagermeister shots
I was so inside myself as you danced on the rocks
Watching and wishing it would never stop
But I knew that you would leave
It was just a fantasy
Curl your hands into a heart as she drifts away
Waving as you’re walking like the saddest slow parade
Somehow still assured it’ll be okay
Every throbbing pulsing thought that saturates your brain
Oozing through your tear ducts as you sort through what remains
Bubbles up and circles around again
Now I’m left here in the dust
Nothing’s ever near enough
I was sinking now I’m fucked
Feeling like I might erupt
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2. |
That is Me
03:16
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That is Me
I’m the ride in the car tonight
And you turn of the lights
As the road gets so windy
And the outcome is likely
Calling some name as you lose all control
Watching the world twist and roll
I’m the last bit of alcohol
As you brace for the fall
Scanning the room like you’re robbing a bank
Somehow the rug gets yanked
Trying to stagger out through door
Everything starts to contort
You hear the sound of an old neighbor’s voice
Slowly it leaks into noise
And that’s me that is me
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3. |
Anybody Else
04:09
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Anybody Else
My teeth are cold my face hurts
February is the worst
Shuffling around these icy streets
Feels like we all have some disease
And the hospital’s a long ways away
But you know I’m never one to complain
Look away don’t talk to me
I’m no side show curiosity
And my hands bony and cracked
Would you like them on your neck
My crooked thumb is out but no one wants to help
I am floundering in this by myself
Chemicals and horrible coffee
Leaking through my bleeding body
I keep wishing for the next season
Hoping it will make me happy
Useless prick chicken shit
I will tell them what you did
Mess with me you’ll get bent
I know I’ll find my revenge
Screaming skyward at the planes overhead
Wishing I was anybody else instead
Shaky hands thinning blood
Nothing ever is enough
Tell me true what do you see
When you’re looking right through me
And the hospital’s a long ways away
But you know I’m never one to complain
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4. |
A Painting of a Feeling
03:03
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A Painting of a Feeling
Shuddering and shivering redefined by everything
Staring at the highway blur cars careening by
Codified and organized a painting of an old design
Sifting through the particles for what I might find
Treachery and memories working out trajectories
Unraveling the broken string and winding it up
A picture of your family blood handled with a sterile glove
Laid out like a deck of cards for everyone to see
And I believe in harmony a subtle sad uncertainty
An underlining common thread tattered and bare
You can keep your mystery I’ll take curiosity
And we will walk the narrow wire that runs in between
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5. |
In the Dust (demo)
04:13
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In the Dust
You said that Wyoming is a shitty state of mind
And all the fake cowboys and ranchers on these county lines
Can sink into a sinkhole and it would be just fine
I swear to god when we were kids I thought you might explode
Yelling out at the window at the people on the roads
You could fill Montana with what you don’t know
And I’m sure that you were right
I am tethered this life
Kaylin there’s a window on the third floor of your house
I was in my father’s Ford watching you climb out
Hoping you might kiss me on the mouth
Amphetamine and Motley Crue and Jagermeister shots
I was so inside myself as you danced on the rocks
Watching and wishing it would never stop
But I knew that you would leave
It was just a fantasy
Curl your hands into a heart as she drifts away
Waving as you’re walking like the saddest slow parade
Somehow still assured it’ll be okay
Every throbbing pulsing thought that saturates your brain
Oozing through your tear ducts as you sort through what remains
Bubbles up and circles around again
Now I’m left here in the dust
Nothing’s ever near enough
I was sinking now I’m fucked
Feeling like I might erupt
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6. |
That is Me (demo)
03:03
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That is Me
I’m the ride in the car tonight
And you turn of the lights
As the road gets so windy
And the outcome is likely
Calling some name as you lose all control
Watching the world twist and roll
I’m the last bit of alcohol
As you brace for the fall
Scanning the room like you’re robbing a bank
Somehow the rug gets yanked
Trying to stagger out through door
Everything starts to contort
You hear the sound of an old neighbor’s voice
Slowly it leaks into noise
And that’s me that is me
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7. |
Anybody Else (demo)
03:56
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Anybody Else
My teeth are cold my face hurts
February is the worst
Shuffling around these icy streets
Feels like we all have some disease
And the hospital’s a long ways away
But you know I’m never one to complain
Look away don’t talk to me
I’m no side show curiosity
And my hands bony and cracked
Would you like them on your neck
My crooked thumb is out but no one wants to help
I am floundering in this by myself
Chemicals and horrible coffee
Leaking through my bleeding body
I keep wishing for the next season
Hoping it will make me happy
Useless prick chicken shit
I will tell them what you did
Mess with me you’ll get bent
I know I’ll find my revenge
Screaming skyward at the planes overhead
Wishing I was anybody else instead
Shaky hands thinning blood
Nothing ever is enough
Tell me true what do you see
When you’re looking right through me
And the hospital’s a long ways away
But you know I’m never one to complain
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8. |
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A Painting of a Feeling
Shuddering and shivering redefined by everything
Staring at the highway blur cars careening by
Codified and organized a painting of an old design
Sifting through the particles for what I might find
Treachery and memories working out trajectories
Unraveling the broken string and winding it up
A picture of your family blood handled with a sterile glove
Laid out like a deck of cards for everyone to see
And I believe in harmony a subtle sad uncertainty
An underlining common thread tattered and bare
You can keep your mystery I’ll take curiosity
And we will walk the narrow wire that runs in between
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