1. |
The Prolonged Promise
03:46
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It's been a long time coming now
I got the money somehow
This prolonged promise is fulfilled
Taxi, take me to JFK!
I'm getting on an airplane and flying away
I said I'd see you someday
Dreaming of places off the shore
Don't really care, I'm out the door
If I don't leave now, I never will
Taxi, take me to JFK!
I'm getting on an airplane and flying away
I said I'd see you someday
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2. |
Miss Universe
03:17
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I come home and I'm tired, she's wired
Like a time bomb ready to blow
And I'm not ready to go (And I'm not ready to)
Come back down to Earth
This fight is not worth what you and me have built
What you and me have
Hey, Miss Universe
Calm down, calm down
I know it's a crisis, but try this—
(Midol!) Breathe nice and slow
In time, it's gonna go (I think I'm ready to)
Don't go just yet
We'll get there, I'll bet
Remember what we've built
What you and me have
Hey, Miss Universe
Calm down, calm down
(Got myself a girl, she gives me what she can
Normally smiling when she takes my hand
But lately she's been moping, I've been hoping
That it's not me triggering it, I must be figuring the wrong thing
She sat me down just the other day
I was afraid of what she had to say
I try to apologize, she says 'don't speak'
'It's been a really rough week')
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3. |
Have You Been Drinking?
03:27
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I never took you for that guy
Nike sneakers, a GTI
My friends say we should be
Remember me?
I was that sober girl sitting on the couch
I was a girlfriend
Waiting for a boyfriend
Staying for another end, but once again
The TV's on but I'm not here,
I'm gone
I never took you for that boy
Quote unquote self-employed
My friends say I look beat
Remember me?
I was that older girl sitting on the couch
I was a girlfriend
Waiting for a boyfriend
Staying for another end, but once again
The TV's on but I'm not here,
I'm gone
(Face her, she's no chaser
You've got a right to give in
Still, that poison win)
I was your girlfriend
Waiting for my boyfriend
Staying for another end, but once again
The TV's on but I'm not yours,
I'm gone
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4. |
Pathetic
04:50
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Waiting, saying
Things will get better once I let it go
And I know, it should not be so
It should not be so
Waiting, embracing
What comes tomorrow, can't let myself show
Yeah, I know, it should not be so
It should not be so
How pathetic! I don't get it!
It was expected from the start
It was expected from the start
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5. |
Obsessed!
03:56
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I want it, I need it, I crave it, I wish it
Was mine, in my mind
All the time, I'll be fine
I want it, I need it, I crave it, I wish it
Was mine, in my mind
All the time, I'll be fine
I'm fuckin' obsessed!
Screw all the rest
I want it now
I'll get it somehow
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6. |
Simple Machines
07:17
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If we can build a ping pong table
From a slab of wood in your uncle's garage
Then I believe we can forge ourselves a suture
To block out the sun if we get too hot
The kids scream, 'Boy, this summer's been a bummer!'
You could squeeze the tension out into cups
Sell it to your neighbors and make a few bucks
Just as long as you give a few fucks
And I've been trying real hard to sit alone in my room
Tickling my gall to write something for you
All I've got are some shit poems and a bass guitar
So if I called you on the phone, would you review me thus far?
Looks like I'm a three-star kind of guy
Gimp slice on an apple pie
And as for you, well, I saw you in my dream once
Oh, wait, I think I saw you whip my cream once
Next year, I think I'll thrash around like it's the 1990s
The very clothes on my body won't define me
Yeah, and you won't ever find me
And my fear is that you'll wish me luck on my next endeavor
And that they'll never, ever, ever find me clever
I'm a simple machine, man, pull my lever!
If a chair is down a leg, it ain't stable
We'll throw it to the back of your uncle's garage
For all the other boys who pick and pull, all the looters
One man's trash is another's mirage
The kids scream, 'Boy, we've had a ball this fall!'
You could pack your bags and head off to class
Write a scrap of wisdom as the door hits your ass
And reap the presents from your barren, old past
And what I've gathered thus far is I'm attracted to doom
Greasing my gears, I'm rusted by you
All I've got is a good poem and a bass guitar
So should I take to the city in a boxcar?
Next year, I think I'll thrash around like it's the 1990s
The very clothes on my body won't define me
Yeah, and you won't ever find me
And my fear is that you'll wish me luck on my next endeavor
And that they'll never, ever, ever find me clever
I'm a simple machine, man, pull my lever!
I'm thick
Can't get my mind off this chick
What she's doing is making me sick
Make it quick, and kill me!
But that's just girls
Them, with their curls
And their discomfort on tilt-a-whirls
This here's a team
Grab a microphone and scream,
'We are all simple machines!'
We are all simple machines
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7. |
Just Maybe
02:58
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Music up, windows down
Roman candles on machine gun clouds
And all the blue turns red
The sun off a Chevy
The skin of a lady
The feeling that just maybe
This is all I've ever need
Drying out, tide rolls in
Move the blankets back again
And getting close
I'm going crazy
What little that you're wearing
I'm thinking that just maybe
You're the one from all my dreams
And I know I shouldn't ask for more, but I do
But I do
So give me more, baby, please
Love me right here by the sea
You're tempting me
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8. |
The Cop Song
03:24
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It's the third time this week that the police got me
And I'm really sick of them
I don't drive a nice car
I don't race off the start
Even if I did, screw them!
It's inescapable!
They're everywhere!
Always look 'em in the eye but never stare
Just keep your head up and tell 'em straight
Everything, in the end, is your mistake
'Cause it's the third time this week that the police got me
And I'm really sick of them
I don't drink like a fish
I don't smoke myself to bliss
Even if I did, screw them!
Don't bother!
There's no use lying!
Trip your words up and you'll be forever fighting
Swallow pride, and like he said,
'Put your hands on the hood, bend and spread'
'Cause it's the third time this week that the police got me
And I'm really sick of them
I don't take off the shelves
I don't act like someone else
Even if I did, screw them!
It's the third time this week that the police got me
And I'm really sick of them
And it isn't just me
It's just everybody
Under misguided authority!
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9. |
The Squid
03:26
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I told myself I couldn't love him
That I could never settle forever
Stay chained together
To a guy that adored me, but endlessly bored me
Told me stories of all the girls he'd loved before me
But he held me when I could find nobody else to call my own
And eventually, forgetting everything I thought I'd always known,
Set free alone, by all the thoughts up in my head
Condemned never to satisfy my heart again
Hey! Pay mind to what I got to say
One day, hey!
You'll scream your secrets at yourself
But you won't know how to listen
So hey! Trust your gut, shut your lust
And ride the wave right into the night
You see, the thing I came to realize I won't soon forget
is don't do anything your future self might soon regret
Get out while you still can, you'll find another man
The sea is filled with fish
You know, it doesn't matter which you end up with
'Cause life has ways of granting every wish
And you can't anticipate the things you swear you'd never miss
So here's a kiss! Goodbye to having all control
Ride the next wave like it don't matter if you stand or fall
Hey! Pay mind to what I got to say
One day, hey!
You'll scream your secrets at yourself
But you won't know how to listen
So hey! Trust your gut, shut your lust
And ride the wave right into the night
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10. |
Origami Valentine
03:49
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Much to the dismay of your sensei, you were skipping class
To meet me outside by the soccer field in the tall grass
When I first met you, you had on the coolest clothes
Just like a model out of the Japanese Vogue
You took my hand, you liked my band, you gave me fashion tips
But most of all and above all, you let me touch those lips
Pass up drinks and put out smokes
You're so beautiful, I puke and choke
Your uncle's Takashi Miike, yeah, you're mine
Origami valentine
You tried to teach me to use chopsticks and I quickly failed
To grasp the noodles with my hand, so shaky and pale
When I first met you, you did not know how to dance
Nor did I, so we just writhed and then it was romance
I love the way you giggle, girl, and I'm your biggest fan
Except for the large one you sometimes carry in your hand
Your friends all think that I'm a jerk
My stupid jokes don't always work
But you still like me and I know you're mine
Origami valentine
(Waiting on you, waiting just for you)
Though I'm no Rivers Cuomo, I could write you a song or two
Compare you to Yoko Ono, but oh no!
That's so not called for and it's so not you
But you're a pipe dream, baby
(Yes, I'm in your dreams)
I'll never know you, baby
(Unless you cross the sea)
Origami valentine, origami valentine
I will never know you, you're not real
This valentine is just surreal
I closely follow J-Pop trends
But you can't hear me in the end
(Waiting on you, waiting just for you)
I will never know you, you're not real
This valentine is just surreal
Origami valentine
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11. |
Motivator
03:01
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I wish it would rain
It'd fit the mood
There'd be an excuse just to stay inside
I'm sick of the pain
It's on the tube
It's on the web, it's where I cannot hide
So tell me later, tell me later, please just stop!
Let tomorrow, let tomorrow be my rock
And I promise I'll be fine
Yes, I promise I'll be fine
But for now, just lend me find some peace
I'm missing the days
It's all a blur
I never wonder if you miss me too
I'm sick of the maze
I can't get through
Dead ends and slips, they trip me back to you
So tell me later, motivator, please just stop!
Let tomorrow, let tomorrow be my rock
And I promise I'll be fine
Yes, I promise I'll be fine
But for now, just lend me find some peace
(Motivate me later, motivator)
Just leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!
So tell me later, motivator, please just stop!
Let tomorrow, let tomorrow be my rock
And I promise I'll be fine
Yes, I promise I'll be fine
But for now, just lend me find some peace
So tell me later, motivator, please just stop!
Let tomorrow, let tomorrow be my rock
And I promise I'll be fine
Yes, I promise I'll be fine
But for now, just lend me find some fuckin' peace!
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12. |
Where We Used To Live
03:43
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Where we used to live, I had a dog
And he would sleep all day
And when he'd wake up I'd be gone
But he'd still love me anyway
I always called home a joke
It never had a drop of hope
But where we used to live, I take it back
Talkin' 'bout where were you? Weren't you there?
The place we used to be
It seems so long ago, it's coming back to me
Where were you? Weren't you there?
The place we used to be
It seems so long ago, it's coming back to me
Where we used to live, I had a guy
And we'd get carried away
I never thought we'd say goodbye
Said we'd be married someday
I never thought we'd ever choke
Until that one day, we broke up
Now I go to where we used to live
And it takes me back
Talkin' 'bout where were you? Weren't you there?
The place we used to be
It seems so long ago, it's coming back to me
Where were you? Weren't you there?
The place we used to be
It seems so long ago, it's coming back to me
I don't know why we took for granted
All of the first and second chances
What little good a dumb excuse does
Shouldn't have questioned what the use was!
Where were you? Weren't you there?
The place we used to be
It seems so long ago, it's coming back to me
(I don't know why we took for granted
All of the first and second chances)
(Where we used to live, where we used to live, where we used to live
It's coming back to me)
(What little good a dumb excuse does
Shouldn't have questioned what the use was!)
It seems so long ago
It seems so long ago
It seems so long ago and it's coming back to me
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