1. |
25
02:08
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Fresh cold shower on a Monday morning
Water heater broke down but I got places to be
I got I got I got I got
A ten dollar bill to get me through the week
Paycheck from a job that I don't intend to keep
Too long
Oh my, oh my, oh my
And I been thinking
No one ever makes it out of life alive
No one knows just who they are at 25
Ya no ones got it figured out at 25
Staring down at the cold floor below me
Praying through the cracks in the boards to find some meaning
I been, I been, I been, I been
Binging on the bottle staying up all night
Playing hooky for my friends and smoking myself up
to cloud 9
Oh my, oh my, oh my
And I been thinking
No one ever makes it out of life alive
No one knows just who they are at 25
Ya no ones got it figured out at 25
Oh what I wouldn't wanna give
To be an itty bitty neighbourhood kid
Hangin' in the basement of my mom's house
Playing one last round of twister before I
Move out on my own
And every couple of years go home
To my parents growing older
And wonder how much time they've got to
Breathe
And I been thinking
No one ever makes it out of life alive
No one knows just who they are at 25
Ya no ones got it figured out at 25
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2. |
heater
02:16
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La da da da's
Well look at you
Look how everybody else is looking here too
Sizing you up like a bad tattoo
Well knowing you you got a bad tattoo
And they can't look away
Super glued like Tommy to the old arcade
Seeing if the lemons turn to lemonade
Well I could really use some lemonade
Wooooah
You're a heater
Summer bleacher babe
Late sleeper
Always Saturday
Empty theatre
Double feature babe
Mr. wannabe
Mr. sorry I was missing when you wanted me
Hope you're having fun with your biography
Well maybe you should ditch that whole biography
And maybe get a life
Get a mediocre job get a kid and a wife
Get a good getaway place for a night
Well knowing you you're gonna need a good getaway
Wooooah
You're a heater
Summer bleacher babe
Late sleeper
Always Saturday
Empty theatre
Double feature babe
Well look at you
Look how everybody else is looking here too
Sizing you up like a bad tattoo
Well knowing you you got a bad tattoo
Cause you're a heater
Summer bleacher babe
Late sleeper
Always Saturday
Empty theatre
Double feature babe
La da da da's
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3. |
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I try to forgive myself every other weekend
I believe if I act low key you might wanna touch me
Now I'll keep my distance
Would you give me a sign?
I hate myself so much I'm not even trying
But if you're persistent
And you have the time
We could be together till one of us stops
Lying
Why would I tell you how I feel
If you're only gonna laugh?
Why would I give you all of me
If you're only giving half?
It's nearly impossible to have a good time
I can see what is wrong with me but you don't think I'm ugly
Now I'll keep my distance
Would you give me a sign?
I hate myself so much I'm not even trying
But if you're persistent
And you have the time
We could be together till one of us stops
Lying
Why would I tell you how I feel
If you're only gonna laugh?
Why would I give you all of me
If you're only giving half?
Now I'll keep my distance
Would you give me a sign?
I hate myself so much I'm not even trying
But if you're persistent
And you have the time
We could be together till one of us stops
Lying
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4. |
if i had better friends
03:01
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Black room I haven't left the house in a week
Can feel the weight pulling my cheeks
Mind numb from all the bad reality TV
Sad scene just me and my Mp3's
And my bedroom poetry
Like a Bowie wannabe
Well maybe
I'd leave my twin sized bed
If I had better friends
Dead phone not sure I wanna give it a charge
Or just convince the world I'm living at large
Chop up every last one of my credit cards
If I did flip the switch and get off the grid
I'd buy a private little sailing ship
To drift until I didn't exist
Well maybe
I'd float back to visit now and then
If I had better friends
na na na na na's
If I had better friends
Well I'm lost feeling like there's nothing much left
Than to drink and blame it all on the west
Take the curtain call of my one man grand vignette
I can't lie there ain't much of a story line
I'm just a poet with a lot on my mind
A pessimist who learned how to rhyme
Well maybe
I'd be singing a song with a happy end
If I had better friends
Na na na na na's
If I had better friends
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