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Struggling Artist
01:53
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Yeah, I've got the white male privilege,
And I've got the Irish Catholic guilt
Perpetually disappointing,
Generally worth avoiding
Fuck you,
Fuck me
Fuck everything,
But most of all
Fuck me
I'm a passive protagonist,
In my unrelatable cliche narrative
No stakes, all feelings,
No one can relate to me
Fuck you,
Fuck me
Fuck everything,
But most of all
Fuck me
So I started writing songs again,
About how my struggles are all pretend
It's hard to be a struggling artist,
While living in your parents' basement
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2. |
Berlin, Texas
03:59
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It was days after my uncle died,
But I met you
That same week my dog had died,
But I met you
I found hope in your Eastern European eyes,
You were my emotional disguise
And on our first dates, I was so nervous,
Too nervous to eat
I'd get home at night, so excited,
Too excited to sleep
Your accent still haunts me in my dreams,
Why don't you come back to me?
I wish that I always liked myself,
The way that I liked myself when I was with you
I wish that I didn't need someone else to like myself
It's my lack of security,
That's always getting the best of me
When we broke up you said,
Through tears in your eyes
That I still want you in my life
Well, I still want you,
I still want you
I still want you in my life
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3. |
Mental Vacationcy
03:09
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I need a vacation from my head,
Maybe I'll just take a week in bed
Because there's never a right time,
There's never enough time
To take a break from my mind
Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad,
If I didn't take for granted all that I've had
Maybe I'd be happier,
Maybe it would work out better
I'll drink away my memories,
I'll give up on my health and body
Because if no one really gives a shit,
Why not let this be the end of it?
Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad,
If I didn't take for granted all that I've had
Maybe I'd be happier,
If I just gave up
Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad,
If I didn't take for granted all that I've had
Maybe I'd be happier,
If I made this vacation permanent
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Memories
02:24
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Is there ever enough time in the day?
Is there ever enough time to say the words that need to be said?
Is there a way to keep every promise and every little secret?
Every little secret
Why must we always remember what we want to forget?
With every little detail,
Still stuck inside your head
When every awful memory,
Someday becomes just a story to laugh about
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5. |
Dwelling, Dwelling, Gone
03:54
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Three thousand miles,
Will never be sustainable
Three thousand miles,
Will never be obtainable
I should know better,
Than telling you exactly how I feel,
I should know that my emotionality,
Will never work with both your feet planted so firmly in reality
But I can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on your scarred face,
Can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on my mistakes
Can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on your warm body,
Can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on my insecurities
I should know better than,
To hope for anything,
I should know better than,
Thinking of a future with anyone but me
There's no chance of this ever working out,
So I can't blame you for having your doubts
If I was smart I'd let you go,
But I can't stop the suffocation, can't stop my manipulation
I should know better by now,
I should know better than to be myself
I should know better than to fall in love
I should know better than to open up
But I can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on your scarred face,
Can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on my mistakes
Can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on your warm body,
Can't stop dwelling,
Dwelling on my insecurities
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Sally Draper Edison, New Jersey
Punk Thin Lizzying since 2016.
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