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There’s gotta be a better way
Of dealing with my brain
Some sort of medicine or therapy
To keep me out of my way
Wish I didn’t need to make stuff
To get my thoughts to make some sense
Wish I didn’t need your approval
Or that of an audience
But for now this is all I have
To speak the things I can’t bare to say
Here’s to hoping I can find some change
There’s gotta be a better way
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History Worth Repeating
01:41
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I hope I’m history worth repeating
Man, I hope that I have something left to give
I hope that I have words worth singing
Hope it’s not another shallow ego trip
Narcissistic, yeah, for sure
But I’d never ask for more
Than what I’m willing to give myself
There’s nothing wrong with needing help
There’s nothing wrong
Yeah, I wish you’d just quit asking me
So I could move along
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Your Apartment
02:18
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What were you hoping to see
When you were looking at me
I’ll be the first to admit
I can be underwhelming
But if you account for time
I’d say I’m doing alright
You wanted someone to blame
But I’m not looking to fight
Shoulda stayed in your apartment
Would’ve been simpler for both of us
Don’t wanna make you upset
I’ll never repay the debt
I know I owe to you both
You stood tall and did your best
Sorry I’m not what you planned
I had to be my own man
Your methods may have been flawed
But I’m a product of them
Shoulda stayed in your apartment
Would’ve been simpler for both of us
You can be heaven
And I’ll be hell
You can repent
And I will rebel
X2
Shoulda stayed in your apartment
Would’ve been simpler for both of us
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4. |
Figure It Out
02:18
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Don’t wanna be just another
Derivative fuck who is far past his prime
I wanna be cool
Someone you can be proud of
And someone who’s not nervous
All of the time
Figure it out
There’s plenty of time
To make up for the past
Figure out how
To get over yourself
And the woe you’ve amassed
Tired of staring down
Blank at my shoes
I wish I could just
Look in your eyes
But I’m scared if I do
You’ll see just who I am
That I’m hollow and broken and busted inside
How could I know
Being shy wasn’t something
That I’d ever beat
Where do I go
When I just wanna take
A vacation from me
Figure it out
There’s plenty of time
To make up for the past
Figure out how
To get over yourself
And the woe you’ve amassed
Talents a burden to shoulder
That gets heavier every year I get older
That may sound pretentious but fuck it
I’m so goddamn tired of all of these
Bullshit, boring, introspective thoughts
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5. |
Oh See See
03:25
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I was lied to
I was sold a better bill
Of mental health than this
Wasn’t I
Thought I was through
Was told that it would all
Be over by the end of high school
But that’s not true
It’s all the same
Every single thing
And I tried too
I’m not saying I am any
Better than the rest
I’m just as sad
But I want to
Try to make it out of the rat race
that we’re a part of
Is that so bad
It’s all the same
Every single thing
All your pointless posturing
Man, you’re so cool or so you think
You’re all the same
Don’t wanna be a part
Of a popularity contest I can’t win
Yeah, I simply don’t the stomach it for it
And if it’s all the same I quit
It’s all the same
Every single thing
All your pointless posturing
Man, you’re so cool or so you think
You’re all the same
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Cliche
02:32
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Last night I beat a palm tree to pulp
With a baseball bat in my backyard
To try to keep from doing the same
To your head
Tonight
I drank way too much and drove home
I was downing dixie cups of SoCo
And smoked cigarettes till my lungs bled
I live a balancing act of fact
A schizophrenic web of half truths
And I wish I could come clean
But it’s hard
Last night I stayed up too late stressing
About my stupid day job
And sat in the shower
till it was freezing cold
Today
I called in sick and laid in bed
Crying because I thought I’d
Have my shit together
By the time I was thirty years old
I just hate that I’m another southern Baptist cliche
That’s always caught up in the middle
Of a crisis of faith
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Tile Floor
01:31
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Dreaming about all the lives I’ve led
And wondering all the things I should’ve said
You’re looking pretty with a book in hand
Probably wondering how much longer I’m gonna lie here
But I’m tethered to the ground by fear
Because if I stand up
I’m gonna have to face you
And if we start talking
You’re gonna go
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8. |
The Hardest Part
03:55
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Angst is wasted on the young
I don’t even remember what I was angry about
It’s only recently that it’s come in to focus
And now I think that I can finally spit it out
The hardest part is facing you
The hardest part is fucking catching my breath
It’s been a long time coming
A long time since I should’ve said or did something
Don’t say one more fucking word
It’s not easy being a thirty something cuck
That won’t be satisfied until I fight my own dad
You represent strength to me
So it makes perfect sense that I can be a weak man
The hardest part is hating you
The hardest part is my own shaking hands
It’s been a long time coming
A long time since I should’ve said or did something
Don’t say one more fucking word
The hardest part is facing you
The hardest part is fucking catching my breath
The hardest part is hating you
The hardest part is my own shaking hands
Don’t say one more fucking word
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9. |
With Time
03:35
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My mornings are rough
Cuz at night I can’t sleep
And now I’m fucked up
For the third time this week
I was searching for something
to bring me relief
And now I’m just anxious
That you’re judging me
My wife is supportive
My kids are all smart
I should just be grateful
To get to take part
In something that I helped
Build up from the start
But it’s hard
I was born with a
Broken heart
Frankly, I’m freaked out
by what you will think
When you listen to this song
And you picture me
Will it change how you act
Or affect how I’m seen
When I’m getting fucked up
For the third time this week
It get better with time X3
Oh god I hope they’re right
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10. |
This Is Why
03:08
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I’ve got a bone to pick with me
It’s not always bad news and tragedy
There’s a lot of love I take for granted
And there’s more to have If I can stand it
Glass half full or glass half empty
It’s all the same with empathy
I’d probably have less to resent
If I did a little more living in the moment
Everyday I’m a little bit better
Even if it’s hard to tell
Though it sometimes feels like an uphill battle
I’d rather fight than live in hell
I’m sick of always being the cynic
And throwing myself off cliffs of panic
I’m trying to see the brighter side
Before I fuck around and miss my life
Everyday I’m a little bit better
Even if it’s hard to tell
Though it sometimes feels like an uphill battle
I’d rather fight than live in hell X2
This is why we can’t have nice things
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