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My Own Life
03:25
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Ive got sharks trying to pull me to the deep end
blood drenched, shipwrecked, dying of exposure
cuing up my panic attacks, icy hot for this pain in my back
blades sinking, time for change, got me thinkin
its a dagger and they bury it deep, like six feet
split the dirt, no hatchets underneath
got wreaths made of poison ivy leaves and poison berries
a virgin to this caring shit, time to bust your cherry
time to carry more, put this world up on my shoulders
remember when my niece was so little I could hold her
gather my composure, wipe away the tears
gotta make another album not a single person hears
got some wrinkles up in time that I need to iron out
you gotta mouthful of your problems that you wanna talk about
I aint listening no more, you aint really needing my advice
you just want me to agree with every point you think is right, well---
Ive got my own life and sins to atone
I admit I bitch button my phone
like "fuckin leave me alone"
I'll stay silent cuz silence is gold
one sided storyteller, man your story is old
Ive got my own grief and people to lose
Ive got my own inner child in his terrible twos
sing the blues
I'll stay silent cuz silence is gold
one sided storyteller, man your story is old
Left hand full of liberals, right hand full of generals
heartful of your bigotry so ignorantly handled
this body's just a vessel like a rented tux
I comb my hair and give a fuck
like "damn dude, looking like a million bucks..
you clean up nice!"
Thats a compliment that hardly will suffice
gonna rock your world like Aesop when his days turned into nights
when I kickstarted my shit I heard your judgement
dropped your gavel
Seems like afterwards our friendship has unraveled
keep it passionate without a fashion sense
dressing for the occasion
a passifist steady turning super sayaiin
Im trunks, vegeta, goku, all these characters I go through
a Kamehameha blast into your evil overcast
finished last as a nice guy like "nice try, good effort"
forward motion paragraph typesetter
put the poetry in motion just to keep you pressing play
now im proudly adding asshole to my fucking resume
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The Ghost of 1990
04:21
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Wiped away my tears and I sipped a little coffee
waiting in a chair like the universe forgot me
wearing khaki slacks, ironed shirt
get it off me...
pictures of my dad and aunt Connie
way back in the day
now their telling old stories
bout the barn they used to play
in pain, give it time
this too shall pass away
how you died is now a story
everybody has me tell
part my lips just to speak my living hell
feeling like a shell,
just a turtle on vacation'
my misplaced anger,
used to send me to the basement
wanted to be stronger like you
so together like you
want to weather every storm
for the better like you
deep down, such a sensitive soul
cried with you on the phone just a month ago
guess you had to go
I wanted you to know
that im looking for your signs
I'll resurrect your spirit
every single time I rhyme
Black and white brownie cam photos
scrapbooks full of stories
and our relatives that wrote em
circa better times,
breathing air before pollution
cub scout to eagle,
let me show you how to do this
tied a perfect not in the noose
then left me hanging
Im going through these motions
not welcoming the changes
I dont believe in angels
or a man that creates em
and man thats gives you spirit
lets you hear it then he breaks it
breaks it like my paper heart torn into confetti
chasing hope so often
all these people call me Chevy
broken is the levy on the wall of this goddamn
Nottingham sheriff slaying peasants
kill this black lamb
understand the algreba,
aftermathmatician
Blair witch logo in the trees
fear the symbolism
everything resembles something
photographs youve taken
the devils in the details
level the foundation
your house is on fire...
People got me tripping out again
saying "sorry bout your father"
and "ill pray for you again"
im at a loss for words
like comfort is a term I don't deserve
got me striking out again
caught me swinging at the curves
on my nerves,
all these people in my business
exorcise the demons in my head,
mental fitness
to hell with my persistence
wipe my fucking world out of existence
like everything I built youve killed in minutes
divine intervention, spine broken
brain you've apprehended
cursing til my swears are left amended
bleep em out and censor every damn thing im feeling
picking scar tissue to the point im never healing
"Grooms' never die"
didnt see the warning signs
like our Grooms family videos
I yearn to press rewind
watching it unfold, back when the future was unknown
singing "Happy birthday dad!"
this is 1990's ghost
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3. |
A Little Shame
04:38
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4. |
Sleepwalkers
03:09
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5. |
Cold Front
03:12
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