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Dead kids in seductive sequins
Shaken, broken leaves
Under crushed half-gallon debris
Newspapers announce with a muted glee
Less minor DUIs and local high school fires
Until obits decide that the absence of life
Might itself in fact be a fucking crime
Then, oh my God, is it a problem that the problem's solved--
That the city's unprepared for the parents' despair
At the sharp demise of the youth run wild
Through the caustic catacombs
To the warm embrace of alcohol
Did this city get built on the bones of the unaware
Of the waves, well-made with industrial fanfare
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Domestic
02:19
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Let’s take a walk, you and I
But don’t talk; I don’t want to try
Let’s see if we can’t work it out
We’re well on our way -- to whatever amounts
And the weather keeps getting better
The longer I’m out here with you
The time, we spend all our time
Down each other’s throats
I say we start doing coke
It’s a problem, I know, when we’re already broke
If I hit you will you call the cops?
It’s love, my love, and don’t act like it’s not.
The sirens you sing to can’t tell you
Which way to pray
We can fake a pose, but our bones remember
What our bodies made
A fist or an embrace, why are you shaking?
I’ve never felt so strong
I think we did something wrong
It’s not infatuation when it lasts this long
And we pissed all of our friends away
It’s you and me every single day
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Impulse Decisions
02:39
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In the morning
Pulling on nonsense
Playing dress-up like someone who's attractive
Wearing modesty like a face you make for practice
It's getting warmer, you might wanna run
And it started out mutual, now it's
Getting summer, you might wanna run
And it started out mutual and now it's
No longer fun, it's no longer fun,
It's no longer...
Mr. Wonder, thanks for coming
On your little, white bicycle
You can take me anywhere
Twenty dollars goes
Mr. Wonder, oh my God
I never feel better than this
I never feel better than this
I never feel better than this
And the problem is
Us
And the problem is
Our current lack of funds
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Fan
01:34
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Do I
Look like a fan
Over again
You play me all of your favorites
Then say it's strange we get along
Do I
Look like a fan
Over again
You tell me I'm your favorite
Pat on the back, then run along
I like your songs, but I hate you leaving
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Weight
06:00
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Dusk
03:51
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Daylight's getting scarce, and dusk is stalking freshmen
At the parties, heavy laughing; screaming lyrics then hysteric
Smile and shaven, lend a sweatshirt; share a backseat then a mixed drink
Leggy, loosely sidewalk waving, dressed in winter, satin fabric
Mention music then your major; then suggest a favor
Endless courtyards keep corralling
Heady sunshine, slack-jawed midnight
Drunk and trusting, pitch black bedroom
Where are my friends, and how did I get here?
Who am I, and how did I get here?
And who's talking off my clothes?
Becca's dropping out, and Justin's picked up dealing
At the party, are you coming?
When you say so, if you say so
Are you bringing, are you bringing
What I love the most?
This my body wants forever
But my mind's screaming, "never"
This my body wants forever
But my mind's screaming at me, "never again"
This my body wants forever,
But my mind's screaming, "never"
This my body wants forever,
But my mind says, "oh I don't remember"
I should probably leave this town again
Find myself a brand new host of fair-weathered friends
Get my father's number from my mom
Give that man a call
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Nicholson File Anderson, Indiana
Based out of Indy, from Anderson. Writing sad songs about local tragedies since 2015.
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