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CROOKED TEETH
01:29
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Peel the label off my beer.
Follow cracks in the concrete floor.
Sink my crooked teeth into my hand
Til the whole thing's sore.
You throw rocks like you don't see them bruise me.
You talk loudly when you know I'm at the party,
So I will hear what you say.
I'll walk home alone in the rain,
Catch hail in the cuffs of my jeans.
Dry off on the vent in the bathroom.
Fall asleep with my head on the edge of the tub,
Torn Upland and Pepsi labels
Wet and rotting in the pocket of my sweater while I dream.
You throw rocks like you don't see them bruise me.
You play songs with your band you wrote about me
And watch me squirm in the back of the room
Then you watch me go.
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SHAME
01:17
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Sat outside on a wet bench,
Punks blowing smoke in my face.
Went back in time just to watch you take the stage.
You were all long hair, rock 'n roll,
Something so pure and honest and I'm a charade.
March to the back of the room,
Hang my head in shame.
Go home and try to write songs like you.
Bare my teeth and move the way you do.
Oh I have dreams that I'll wake up as something new.
Fall asleep and I'd wake up as someone new.
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WABASH RIVER
02:26
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Pull up the lavender roots and all,
Growing outside the gas station in Markle off Highway 224.
Run home to burn what I stole.
Find the welcome mat is moving under my feet,
Grab hold.
Weigh me down in the deepest part of the Wabash River.
Let it rust me out.
Cut my palm
Push it down into the soil of my mother's flower bed.
I will wash my hands where the three rivers meet up north.
Weigh me down in the deepest part of the Wabash River.
Let it have my bones.
Let her have me whole.
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SUMMER HEAT
01:29
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Marble counter tops feel cold against my fingers in the summer.
I lay my head in your lap in the summer heat.
I try to distance myself from the dirt stained onto my hands.
I would gift my ribs in small gold boxes of tin
If I thought it could make me beautiful or wanted.
I talk in my sleep.
I say terrible things.
I talk in my sleep.
I say terrible things.
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SIMPLE ANSWER
01:35
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Slept on your couch again
Could not stand to go home
Couldn't sleep in the bed that I made.
Woke up early
Didn't say much while you drank coffee. I felt ugly.
Nearly killed me the way the light hit you in the morning.
I didn't have an answer when you asked me what I was thinking.
I laid my head on your shoulder
I spent the whole night pretending to sleep.
Biking home from the bar
Cool October air nearly burns my skin.
I try to keep up
But you're already so far up ahead.
It's for the best I guess
Can't stand the way I spill my guts when I'm fucked up.
I didn't have an answer when you asked me what I was thinking.
I dug for a simple answer
I spent the whole night pretending to sleep.
I spent the whole night pretending to sleep.
I spent the whole night pretending to sleep.
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