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Pushed
03:10
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I watched him leave, I never saw him again
Why can't I meet him in my dreams once more?
His name was Zach and his brother was a creep
Poked a hole inside his wall, so he could watch Zach sleep
I miss the people that I don't get to see
I purposely moved across the country
Call me Harry Houdini, I'll escape it all
But Octobers in Portland i'll miss Connecticut's fall
Crystal gave it a shot, she had an infectious laugh
When Ashley heard the bad news, she called me crying a lot
I pushed these people into a corner, so I could try and live my life
I still feel their weight on my shoulders, it cuts into me like a knife
I miss the people that I don't get to see
Yet i purposely moved across the country
Harry Houdini was a member of the tribe
But he changed his last name and I think I know why
He tried to escape himself
But he couldn't escape himself
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Kings of Hartford
02:36
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Move aside my love for you, it grows deeper
The pit inside my heard is just a beeper for drug deals at night
I forget where I am, when I'm wrapped up in your arms I don't think I can
Spend another day alone
And I know nothing good can ever last
I'll do my best to forget a darker past I drew up myself
Look forward to a bright future with you
A future where I won't be so hard on myself
I forget who I am when I'm wrapped up in your charms I don't think I can
Spend another day alone
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Bus 23
02:33
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Brian said this was a chore
Losing his father, but what for?
His brother pushed us all around
And he drank the pee bottle that he found
It's not the worst thing
Morgan Circle and skateboards
Jason L. is not invited
I tried to say that I was sorry to him
But he wouldn't accept it
CJ lived right down the street
I wanted to like him but my interest wasn't peaked
He offered to clean up my garage
I asked my parents about it
They said his heart was too large
They taught me about sex
I took it at face value, I didn't fact check
Who really needs and education?
I got it on bus 23 before summer vacation
Jack was always the first stop
He was my best friend, we shared the records that we bought
Saw him a bunch when I was living in Brooklyn
Now, we don't talk to much, I wonder if I'll ever see him again
Hanging out inside his treehouse
He offered me a beer, I was overcome by the fear
Of avoiding the crowds that he found solace in
I wonder if I'll ever see him ever again
I wonder if I'll ever see him
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Terminal Laundry
03:17
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Stiff. Like a vodka cucumber
I'd tell you who he is, but I think he's undercover
Ignoring the tall tail signs
I'm in love with the truth
Dressed up as a lie
I'm made of glass, I'm broken up
It happened fast
It's not meant for anyone faint hearted
A cesspool of hate not meant to imparted
On this game that we swear is equal
I'm giving you the upper hand
Because the logic is feeble
I got it good, because it never started
So I won't relate to the broken hearted
I'm so tired, it's a crying shame
That i was ever hired, and I have myself to blame
And I'm stuck not knowing what I should do
With my misplaced gratitude
But at least I still have you
The unrequited chores that I won't do
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Window
03:36
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He came across as sort of mad at me
My defense mechanisms kicked in, and I grew with self righteous glee
He sort of had a point, I can be somewhat of rat
But it's not like he has angel wings tattooed right on his back
He grows day by day
And doesn't notice all the ways
His body has been changing
He's not good at keep tabs
I wrote back about a month after I said I would
He wrote me back a week later and I'm doing the best that I could
I said that I'm not 'I'm just a lazy sack of garbage that sits in sunbeams so coffee grounds smell like armpits'
He laughed. I guess he kinda laughed. He smirked because he knew I could try just a little bit more
But I know that I won't. I thinkI get into enough
I'd rather take it on the chin before I lean into my own bluff
He grows day by day
And doesn't notice all the ways
His body has been changing
He's not good at keep tabs
Pays no attention to the rain
It just makes him wet and window pains
Aren't easy to see through
He doesn't have much else to do
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Oak Tree
03:11
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He doesn't need anything, he's got a fighting chance
It's hard to think that anyone would shoot him less than a glance
He's sorry and he told me tell you
I think that's he's full of shit and I need to tell you
Hey Oak Tree. I think you're doing just fine
So I'll try not to climb
Swamp Yankee, your dad's crash left kind of blind in one eye
Your hard work's undermined
It's wrong to give him any less than he actually earned
It's hard to justify your lot in life you don't deserve
With cheap gifts and knickknacks you don't need
They'll end up in the junk drawer absentmindedly
Hey Oak Tree. Hope you're doing just fine
So I'll try to climb
Swamp Yankee, your dad's crash left him with some glass in his cheek
Now your future looks so bleak
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Mr. Longo
03:17
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Learned action, knee-jerk reaction to what I'm supposed to say
Feel stupid standing right here, words will just get in the way
Count nickels, I got nothing to do, no one will make my plans
Mr. Longo, he's got a problem that no one understands
And I don't know why people won't hear him out
He's got nothing to say, he can't even conceptualize
He's not OK
So anxious, he won't take his pills, he's got an ass to shake
X-axis, he reads left to right, until it gets too late
Count loose change, I'm not broke as fuck, but I am really cheap
Ignoring problems until they get too bad, I guess it works for me?
And I don't know why people won't hear him out
He's got a target on his back, he lives each day like it's his last
The sky COULD go black, but I got your back Itzhak
My Jewish film-buff
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Bassett Hound
02:30
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Untethered and bound, he flaps in the wind like a basset hound
Ungrateful to me, I'll work on him still, but I can't change history
He'd like to think he's in control, that he's behind the wheel
And he still has a role in his actions and deeds
But that just can't be that true
(Oh!) What a sight it was
I held him in my arms and felt his unrefined charm
It wore me down
He usually tries his best, but he's an untended to pest
He rubbed himself raw, easy to get along with like a table saw
He took a fancy to me. Liked me uncouth primacy
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9. |
Bar Mitzvah
03:29
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I had a frog once
Put him inside a cup so he could sleep right next to me
I don't remember how that frog
Ended up under my mom's eucalyptus tree
He was white as snow
He had not where else to go
So he found the one living green thing in the house
Tried to make it his home
I confided In Jack once
Told him I was insecure about my Bar Mitzvah penis size
He laughed in my face and I know why
We were both young men who knew only how to try
I was hoisted up
The weight above my father was much too much
But Keith always looks out for Scott
So he came to rescue, then threw up the drinks he got
He was stuck in hell
He used to hop around, now you could hardly tell
So he sunk into the carpet, the last place that he stood
And he made it his own, the best that he could
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10. |
Wear And Tear
02:41
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Underneath that smile
I know there's a vast cavern of guts because I keep a file
He's trained himself to seem like the good guy
He plays the long because he's got time
To take a chance
A bargaining chip
Left in his other pants
He's got an idea of what it takes
Leave him to his business
He's got things to take care off and they don't do with you
He's under a lot of stress from his job
He couldn't care less about that topics that don't
Do with him
He's at the center of his own world, in control of his sin
Has no idea what he's in for
Took a sharpie marker to his nose in the 8th grade
Hasn't been the same ever since
Keeps a picture of his old squeeze on his work desk
Knows she was unimpressed
with how things had been going
Careening out of control
He's at the center of two massive black holes
He's got an excuse for nearly everything
But no excuse for why he acts this way
I have no idea why he's here
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11. |
Path Of Least Resistance
03:07
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I collect wind in a jar from far away places I won't get to in a car
Or go back ever again
I can't remember what I ate yesterday, yet it's mid-September
What else have I forgotten to do? What else did I lose?
Last mid-September, I told you I was giving up. You likened me to Amber
When she dumped in the litter box
On a dare, she wasn't scared, she thought that she had something to prove
But I'm sorry Amber, you don't have anything to prove
So don't prove it us
You need your own space
If that's the only excuse that you have, I feel sorry not bad
That you live a tired existence, the path of least resistance
A frictionless week that was boring and bleak at best
I collect wind in a jar from far away places
I won't get to in a car
Or care to go back ever again
I took some pictures along the way to remember what went down
They're sitting in some drawer at home
Just waiting to be found
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