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Am I Being Followed
02:25
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Another dream where I’m beneath a wave so tall it washes over buildings When I wake up hot and sweaty I feel so sick but I’d rather be dead
Has it really been two whole months since you became someone I’m no one to?
A reminder that my flight’s on-time sends me spiraling I haven’t even had a coffee
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being
Am I being
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Seconds left to walk across the street and keep my head down looking at my feet and
Notice someone I used to see and get my sad ass back across the street
I don’t have it in me to say
How’s it going oh you’re looking great
Never gotten over anything
Cause you can’t be missed if you never go away
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being
Am I being
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
I don’t know
I don’t know
I hate that I don’t know
I wish I knew
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Am I being
Am I being
Am I being followed
Am I being followed
Another dream where I’m beneath a wave so tall it washes over buildings
Another dream where I’m beneath a wave so tall it washes over buildings
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Cancer Szn
02:27
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You can watch me put my makeup on in the passenger seat of your car
You can watch me change my clothes again and watch me change my clothes again
I can stay up all night being on my phone
So give me a reason to
I can overthink anything
So let me overthink about you
I admit
I wanna throw a fit
When I don’t get your attention
What’s my sign
Crying all the time
When I don’t have no affection
You can put your arm around my waist when we’re hanging out with your friends
You can guide me by the small of my back when we’re in a very crowded place
I can write your name down put it in a heart
And get a bad tattoo
I can settle for anything
So just let me settle for you
I admit
I wanna throw a fit
When I don’t get your attention
What’s my sign
Crying all the time
When I don’t have no affection
I know
People come and go
And so do my obsessions
But for now
We are both around
And I will get your attention
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3. |
Job Lot
03:59
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10:00 feels late to me but it’s still early where you are
I’ll take this time to get back on my feet
I’d love to run down the streets of my new hometown
But Doris Ann yells at every passerby
And even though it’s freezing
She’s always outside
I’ll never be who I could’ve been
If I had stuck it out but I’m saving so much money
I’d trade it all for a day of sun
To open up a window
I keep being told to wait and wait and wait
But the news isn’t getting any better
And neither is the weather
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I never thought I’d be in my late mid late twenties
Sleeping on an air mattress on the floor
I’d hate myself if I didn’t know that I’m trying my damndest
And I just need to wait and wait and wait and wait and wait
But the news isn’t getting any better
And neither is the weather
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I could bundle up and walk on water
But it would take a miracle for me to leave my house
You could call me up when you get home
If it’s not too late
But the news isn’t getting any better
And neither is the weather
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my friends in months
I haven’t been myself in months
I’d like to feel at home for once
I haven’t seen my skin in months
I haven’t seen my skin in months
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5:25
02:52
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My ghosts huddled on the floor where my bed used to be
Catching glimpses in the mirror like I’m watching us on a tv screen
Kylie and I go to the closet
To share what’s left of a secret
They can see that we’ve changed
They can see that we’ve changed
The passing time hangs heavy on our minds
I don’t know how to love something until I leave it behind
Down to four, I crack from fear or losing sleep
When we realize I won’t be needing any of my keys
If I come back in the spring
Please don’t draw attention
I can see that I’ve changed
I can see that I’ve changed
The passing time hangs heavy on our minds
I don’t know how to love something until I leave it behind
You were the only one I told my secrets to
You were the only one
You were the only one who stuck around all summer long
You were the only one who stuck around all summer long
The passing time hangs heavy on our minds
I don’t know how to love something until I leave it behind
Can you remind me what it was I went out to find?
I don’t know how to love something until I leave it behind
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5. |
Pioneer's Disease
03:14
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I’ve got a headache and it’s lived behind my eyes for three whole years
Rent-free
And my filthy mouth will do me in cause I’m fucking bleeding out every morning
And every night
Chorus:
Spare time to think is spare time to panic
We take the stairs use our blinkers wash our faces
But we’re never getting better
Let’s hear it for the vague blur in the mirror
We paint our smiles on to wave at neighbors
But we’re never getting better
At least they all made all that money
I’m spending everything on food and rides to see my off and on
In the city
Cause I can’t plan for a life that no one guarantees I’ll live to see
I would die to see
Spare time to think is spare time to panic
We blow our candles out and get 8 hours
But we’re never getting better
Let’s hear it for the vague blur in the mirror
We look both ways and please and thank you sir
But we’re never getting better
At least we all gave em all that money
Oh oh we’re never getting better
Oh oh we’re never getting better
Oh oh we’re never getting better
Oh oh we’re never getting better
I’ll die
Of a pioneer’s disease
I’ll die
Of a pioneer’s disease
Oh we’re never getting better
Oh oh we’re never getting better
Oh oh we’re never getting better
Oh oh we’re never getting better
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