1. |
Morning Breath
03:36
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i don't feel alone all of the time
but i promise your hands are better when they're warming mine
i can't make eye contact with anyone on the street
'cause i've got a bad habit of falling in love with everyone i meet
i won't always fall asleep all by myself
but i'd rather be laying next to anyone else
no, i don't feel alone all of the time
i just like your heart better collapsing into mine
it's getting hard not to fall
through all the holes you punched straight through the drywall
i'm riding a well developed hunch
that there's nothing i'm better at than staying out of touch
i swear to god that i'm not scared
but i'd let you take me anywhere
i know i've dug holes all through my head
but i'd rather bury myself inside your bed
i don't feel alone all of the time
but i promise your hands are better warming mine
you can take my shirts
'cause the water is whiskey, and i won't remember how bad this hurts
it's getting hard not to fall
through all the holes you've punched straight through the drywall
my morning breath always runs out of things to say
just wanted to let you know you'll make some boy really happy someday
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i make a bad adult, i was a shitty kid
spent every summer day sleeping away
and i guess i never grew out of it
your mom smoked cigarettes, watched the garden grow
nictoine and alcohol peeled the paint from walls
where she spent her last five years alone
i'm lying through my teeth, but praying on my knees
warm from the ash and broken glass
let the interstate lull me to sleep
'cause you were going on about how this is all tongue in cheek
but i thought it felt fine, like you were mine
with my hands pressed tight against your jeans
we could go on sleeping until the earth swallows our spines
i know it's not much, but for the first time in months
tonight i'm feeling kind of all right
the cold, crisp metal- i know it's going to make me real sick
if anything, here's to hoping
that ring rusts straight through your pretty lips
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3. |
The Worst
02:34
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we are infinite/ we are clean white linen
drifting off to sleep on the only sheets i want to drown in
holding my breath and your hands/ trying to see straight
we could exhale now but you'd rather suffocate
we are dead leaves at the bottom of swimming pools
broken beer bottles on the playground of an elementary school
i fell in love somewhere inside of sleep
and was hopelessly hungover for the entire rest of the week
we are guts on the pavement/ asleep in the back seat
winter nights spent drinking until our pockets were empty
so no, i don't believe you when you tell me you're not afraid
i'm not scared either but i was kind of hoping that you'd stay
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