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Post-Ironic Sinkhole
03:18
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Been staring at my phone for weeks, the future never seemed so bleak
Quite comfortable with constant conflict in what I do and write
We roll our apathetic eyes
We flash our gin and tonic smiles to forget
Our take on adulthood is just barely scraping by
Count all the reasons that I still have feelings to make sure that I still have feelings
A post-ironic sinkhole that I just fall in and die
I feel defined by advertisements, social media, and the Donald Trump meme you said was funny, but Donald Trump is never funny
And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
Cause I’m never going back
Every day is difficult when you’re stuck in your head
A million voices screaming in a fight you can’t defend
Been staring at this screen for weeks, the present never seemed so bleak
Forever lost in my apartment, alone among my friends
And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
Cause I’m never going back
But we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Glorifying daily paces
And we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Embellishing our rodent races
We feel safe
When we dissasociate
Why can’t I put my phone away?
It doesn’t mean anything
Why can’t I put my phone away?
Why can’t I put the glow away?
It doesn’t mean anything
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I’ve been sleeping with the TV on
Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts
Cause lately I can’t think without panic chasing me
Stare at the ceiling, count pounding heartbeats
Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons?
I know how it feels to get stuck
Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck
But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own
Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home
Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons?
Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons
The darkest clouds part overhead
What do you do now
With your seven skeletons?
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It’s just waking up
At eleven o’clock in the morning
It’s every bill piled underneath
A compact disc bought ironically
It’s that sinking feeling
The constant uncertainty
Burnt out eyes and wonder-whys
Apathy and “dead inside”
I’m just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me
Can’t escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What’s wrong with me?
It’s just waking up
At three in the afternoon
Short on time and short on rent
Haunted by your future death
It’s the constant nausea
The “never good enough”
It’s staying up all fucking night
To watch bad sitcoms that you don’t like
I’m just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me
Can’t escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What’s wrong with me?
I’ll always be unsatisfied
I’ll always be one step behind
Tired lungs exhale, reset the mind
It’s when you realize
“You’ll never get used to it, you just have to live with it” and get by
I’m just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me
Can’t escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What’s wrong with me?
*Justin Pierre
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End of Daze
03:13
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Empty cans, plastic cups, self-esteem, and other throwaways
6 AM disaster struck
Beer-stained walls in the hallway
And Paul doesn’t want to clean it up, clean it up
He wants to go to breakfast, leave the mess for the next tenants
He says trouble exists with or without us, with or without us
So just forget it and just
Party ‘til the end of the world
‘Til the end of the world
On the way to the diner, leaking oil, burning gas
Weary lungs feel a bit tighter, sterile soil and barren wastelands
And Paul won’t admit it’s us, admit it’s us
Cause he knows he could lose his job where he makes life harder for immigrants
He says doomsday is next with or without us, with or without us
So just forget it and just
Ignore the changes in the weather
It’s just a cycle, it’ll get better
And 97%, well it ain’t a sure thing
If it tells you something you don’t want to believe, so
Party ‘til the end of the world
‘Til the end of the world
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My Death
00:31
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I just want to think about my death a little less often.
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The Way It Was
01:42
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Go shine your ghost light
Illuminate this empty room
It always felt right
All the time I spent with you
Everyone moved on
Now I’m a phantom in the night
Cut loose
Rear view
And I know
It can’t be the way it was
It can’t be the way it was
Way it was back then
Marley’s chained you to your desk
To live the same day again
I was foolish thinking youth was not a story with an end
It can’t be the way it was
It can’t be the way it was
Way it was back then
It can’t be the way it was
It can’t be the way it was
Way it was back then
We never do anything
But sulk and feel sorry
And I don’t belong
We never do anything
Last night when you called me
I turned my phone off
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We were islands soaked in solitude
Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew
If you told me the highway would wear your tires through
Then I’d go back and take the long way with you
Warm cans of Steel Reserve in a basement
Sweat-stained singalongs and discontent
Bound together by not fitting in
Punk rock songs and teenage stress
We were freaks, we were kids, we were miscreants
We were islands soaked in solitude
Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew
If you told me the highway would wear your tires through
Then I’d go back and take the long way with you
In bars that reeked of piss and alcohol
Choking on mothballs in legion halls
Found a place where we belonged
With each other we were strong
We were kin, we were rebels lost without a cause
It’s a lump in my throat and a longing for the mitten state
An infinite search for a past that I can’t recreate
We were islands soaked in solitude
Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew
If you told me the highway would wear your tires through
Then I’d go back and take the long way with you
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For Good
02:28
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I’m doing fine despite my own best efforts
I always catch myself standing in my way
Reinvent this breath with ashes
And burn the part of me afraid to fail
A cloud of smoke to dissipate
No more closed doors on westbound trains
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye to the rust belt paradise
I’m doing fine despite my own best efforts
I build a mountain on every sand dune I climb
Goodbyes at sunrise, before I run out of time
To grow a spark of hope into a wildfire
Watch it burn across the countryside
Time to go before I waste away
No more closed doors on westbound trains
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye to the rust belt paradise
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Two decades and a half tell me to go and not look back
I feel my patience wearing thin when the cold comes creeping in
It’s not the place, it’s not the faces
Something inside me
A restlessness inside my head tells me it’s time to leave
It’s not this place, it’s something inside me
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye to the rust belt paradise
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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Out of Patience
02:33
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All out of patience, all out of care for fucking racists
Keyboard warriors, anonymous down in the basement
Tires thin out as you lose control and spin out
The seeds you sow come back around
You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’re on the wrong side of history
“Pride not hate,” you say, yeah right okay
But the rest of us are laughing loud, you’re nothing to be proud about
Tires thin out as you lose control and spin out
The seeds you sow come back around
You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’re on the wrong side of history
The past celebrated how the scales were weighted
But I’ve got a match and some gasoline
We’re gonna burn it down
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A small world on a real big planet
Overworked, eternally in transit
Strung out on retweets and attention
A dopamine drip in your pocket
Woah oh oh
Can we put it all to bed?
Woah oh oh
Can we focus on each other instead?
Tear down the world
And build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
Build up the people around you
It’s an exploit of psychology
Pulls the puppet strings of our insecurities
They’re farming us for the engagement
Selling our loneliness for advertisements
Tear down the world
And build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
Build up the people around you
3 billion brains addicted to the same drug
Isolation by design, plugged in and pacified
It’s in the small changes gone unnoticed
But if we can turn it off we can create all that we want in this moment
Tear down the world
And build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
Build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
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Every word from you, everything
Is a gift left unwrapped by me
My soul sings in sonnets, but my mouth is sewn shut
I’m the bud who forgot to open up
I could blame music, or blame the road
The truth is my circuits overload
But still every wire, and every vein
Must serve its purpose in the pouring rain
I’ve always been this way
The garden’s colors eventually fade away
When I get frustrated every harmless observation gets me down
In endless television on a permanent vacation all alone
I hold the triple crown
Monday every reason the birds might sing in my eyes was a mystery
On Tuesday I sang so loud, that I couldn’t come down
Like my wings never felt the frozen ground
I’ve always been this way
The songbird’s colors eventually fade away
I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
I’m gonna ride like I don’t know how to swim
I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
I want to try but don’t know where to begin
I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
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12. |
Self Care
04:04
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Watched everybody else grow up
Felt like disappointment incarnate
Had a beer and a week-old donut for breakfast
Spent all day in the apartment
Stop, you’re stuck in it again
Stop, put a record on and get outside your head
Bought a brand new fancy french press
Phoned a friend and we talked together
Sent a “fuck you” tweet or a hundred to the president
Baby steps to getting better
Faked a smile at my own reflection
Wrote a song even though it felt stupid
Skipped out on work and we watched Bojack on Netflix
Went for a walk and watched the sunset
Stop, you’re stuck in it again
Stop, put a record on and get outside your head
It’s not your fault when you get sad for no reason
(Why can’t I put my phone away? It doesn’t mean anything)
(I’m going surfing on the waves of depression)
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