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Cut My Hair
02:12
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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 til I actually leave my house that I remember we’re all lying
Staring at the blinking cursor
Willing it to come with with something
More profound and interesting than I miss you and I’m sorry
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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2. |
He's So Easy
02:50
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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 clever
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
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Am I Being Followed
02:26
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Another dream where I’m beneath a wave so tall it washes over buildings. And when I wake up hot and sweaty I feel so sick but I’d rather be dead
Has it really been 2 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
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4. |
Job Lot
03:46
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10 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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