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Centrally Located
02:10
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Gotta go to bed you’re on east coast time
But I’m so centrally located
So I’ll get stoned and dance home alone to all the songs I
know you hated
Cause I’m not the girl that you’d thought I’d be
And you’re not the one who is right for me
And we’ll both find out eventually
When you turn your back and leave
You looked me in the eyes and asked who let me go and didn’t find it cute when I began to list them
And even though I hate their guts and wish they’re dead
There’s not a world where I would not have kissed them
Cause I’m a girl who stays too long
Convinced that I’m the one who’s wrong
And soon enough you’ll join their club
When you turn your back and leave
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2. |
He's So Easy
02:59
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He doesn’t like scary movies but his friends do
So he has to watch them too
It’s not his favorite bar, but if everyone’s going
Guaranteed you’ll see him there
He’s so easy
So easy
So easy
To be around
So easy to be around
He recently discovered a popular band
He read about them in a book
A book that someone else recommended to him
But someone recommended it to them
He’s so easy
So easy
So easy
To be around
So easy to be around
He’s so nice
So nice
So nice
To be around
So nice to be around
One time I asked him what he’s thinking
And he found a way to curve me
Never know just what he’s feeling
Always waiting for direction
From another guy or girlfriend
Who seems so put together
Surely all of their opinions
Are more informed and better
Who is he?
Just the sum of
everyone he’s ever met
He’s so easy
So easy
So easy
To be around
So easy to be around
He’s so nice
So nice
So nice
To be around
So nice to be around
Agreeable
And affable
And amiable
So easy to be around
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3. |
Cherryweird
01:28
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I cried at the movies and I cried at the party
And I cried outside a place I’m not allowed in anymore
I cried in the drive-thru and I cried all over Texas
And I still have so many tears to cry
I’ll never get back the love I gave you
I’ll never get back the love I gave you
The least you could do is disappear
So I’m not reminded that it’s still yours
The moon’s not shining, there’s just a spotlight on her
The moon’s not shining, there’s just a spotlight on her
I’m not shining, there’s just a spotlight on me
I’m not shining, there’s just a spotlight on me
I’m much bigger than you give me credit for
I’m not worried if I’m clever anymore
A compliment won’t tide me over
If you won’t love me I’ll do it myself
If you won’t love me I’ll do it myself
If you won’t love me I’ll do it myself
If you won’t love me I’ll do it myself
If you won’t love me I’ll just do it myself
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4. |
It's Not Anyone
02:50
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5. |
Are You?
02:51
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When you think of me what do I have on?
Think less I’m dressed for your best
Enmeshed in velvet warm and restless
I can take you there
Flooded by the thought
The mere suggestion
Are you alone
Do you wonder where we stand
Your car is at your house are you?
When you’re out at night who do you call on?
Think less I’m pressed to your chest
The flesh indented by my necklace
I can be the one
Always on time
Controlled and jealous
Are you alone
Do you wonder where we stand
Your car is at your house are you?
Are you alone
Do you wonder where we stand
Your car is at your house are you?
Your car is at your house are you?
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6. |
Nice Stuff
01:51
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I’ve got a crush on the bassist of a band
And he knows my name but he doesn’t know my deal
And if he got to know me I think he’d find we have some common interests
And when he’s on stage my face gets hot
And I say things that don’t make any sense
Like nice stuff?
I’ve never said nice stuff to anyone my whole life
Oh bassist in the band, who let you be so tall, with hair down to your chest, and jeans so small
If I got you alone I’d take off all your clothes and
Talk about our common interests
I’ve got a crush on the bassist of a band
And he knows my name but he’ll never know my deal
Cause when you look like that it’s just unfair
To take you off the market
And when he’s on tour I’ll miss him way too much
And text him all the time and that’ll come off clingy
So when we talk it’s best I just say weird things like nice stuff to you
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7. |
Too Loud
02:56
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Am I too loud? Would you tell me if you thought so? Oh no
If you saw me at a party
Would you avoid me
Say no
What will I wear
To my own funeral
A look that says I’m sorry
You shouldn’t have to take off work
For me
I got it in my head so long ago
You gotta be small to let the boys grow
Am I too loud? You know I don’t really think so
When my name is on your phone screen
Do you avoid me?
Say no
What will I wear
To my big award show
The best supporting actress
In a movie of my own life
I got it in my head so long ago
You gotta be small to let the boys grow
I’m not a chore you can put off doing
A reward for the bare minimum
A light switch that you turn on and off
And on and off and on and off as you please
I’m a ghost with business to finish
I’m a glass house used to the stones
I’m the look on your mother’s face that lets you know
That you’ve done something wrong and I’ll always know
I’ll always know
I’ll always know
I’ll always know
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8. |
Cut My Hair
02:16
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Tuesday is my favorite day cause it’s the only one with standing plans
If we didn’t have the bachelor franchise would I even have friends?
Coffee doesn’t do it for me anymore, the only thing that
Wakes me up is anxiety / constructing what they did last night without me
While I’m on the shelf
Passed up for anyone else
And I’m cutting all my nails so I can play the songs I know
And I’m cutting my own hair so I can take back some control
And I’m wondering why I even have a fucking phone
Cause I’m growing up all alone
I get off work at 4pm and from that point on I refresh my feed
It’s not until I actually leave my house that I remember we’re all lying
Staring at the blinking cursor just willing it to come with with something
More profound and interesting than I miss you and I’m sorry
And I’m cutting all my nails so I can play the songs I know
And I’m cutting my own hair so I can take back some control
And I’m wondering why I even have a fucking phone
Cause I’m growing up all alone, alone
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9. |
A Friendly Thing To Do
03:11
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You say you’re glad that we’re friends
Then the moment we’re alone
You take me in your hands
What a friendly thing to do
What a friendly thing to do
I’m happy we are talking but I think I must have misunderstood
I was operating under the assumption you said the truth
When you said you couldn’t be with someone but I think she would disagree
Tell me am I crazy or did I catch on?
You’ll never say another word
Won’t look me in the eye
What a friendly thing to do
What a friendly thing to do
What a friendly thing to do
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