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1. |
The Basement
03:56
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[Chorus]
You got me smoking up the basement,
Dreaming up a storm.
My hands still shake like it's oh-so cold,
Even though my body's warm.
You chill me like the menthols,
That I hide from my friends,
Cause I told them what I quit,
But what I quit,
Well that depends
I quit looking at the sky to find
The colors of your eyes right behind
The clouds on your stupid tumblr wall,
Soft grunge and a little bit of grimes.
And if you're still listening, why are you still listening?
Love's still the dirtiest crime
I'm headed home tonight, I guess I lost the fight
Cause the loser is whoever just hung up first, right?
[Chorus]
You got me smoking up the basement,
Dreaming up a storm.
My hands still shake like it's oh-so cold,
Even though my body's warm.
You chill me like the menthols,
That I hide from my friends,
Cause I told them what I quit,
But what I quit,
Well that depends
You got me smoking up the basement
Looking for a replacement part,
But not for a broken heart.
She told me, "Hey, a little too tumblr now."
"With your coffee and your cigarette daydreams,"
"Is there room left in your handsome mouth to say-"
Oh no! It's not getting better,
The bottom of my shot glass is getting wetter!
Oh no! Searching for an exit,
The theater's getting darker and so he let's it
Oh no! Take his breath away,
But the name on the check made it harder to pay!
Oh no! Couldn't write a final verse,
Got caught up in the thought of who hung up first.
[Chorus]
You got me smoking up the basement,
Dreaming up a storm.
My hands still shake like it's oh-so cold,
Even though my body's warm.
You chill me like the menthols,
That I hide from my friends,
Cause I told them what I quit,
But what I quit,
Well that depends
I'm sick of your late night I love yous,
I'm not your sometimes
You left me sitting her like church without the pews,
There's no guilty to these crimes.
You got me smoking up the basement,
Dreaming up a storm.
My hands still shake like it's oh-so cold,
Even though my body's warm.
You chill me like the menthols,
That I hide from my friends,
Cause I told them what I quit,
But what I quit,
Well that depends on you.
[Yeah that depends on you]
[Hell, that depends on you]
[That depends on you]
[It depends on you]
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2. |
Crocodile Smile
02:41
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I dread the tide creeping in, around my cliff face
Scratching at my shoreline
I dread the light creeping in through the front porch door cracks,
We're underneath the torchlight.
And don't you, tell me we're not solving this tonight!
But please do, tell me if you're gonna give up the fight!
Cause I've been thinking about it for a while
So wet those pretty eyes, you fucking crocodile.
I've been thinking about it for a while,
So wet those pretty eyes,
You fucking crocodile.
Crocodile tears [x3]
Crocodile, tears and smile!
Come on tie up your fishhook,
I'm coming in for a bite!
Go ahead and open your mouth
I'm looking for a fight!
We're losing insulation so our minds can fill the cracks in the walls
We've lost communication,
There's no signal in these school halls.
Don't you, tell me we're not solving this tonight!
But please, pray do tell me if you're gonna give up the fight!
Cause I've been thinking about it for a while
So wet those pretty eyes, you fucking crocodile.
I've been thinking about it for a while,
So wet those pretty eyes,
You fucking crocodile.
Crocodile tears [x3]
Crocodile, tears and smile!
Don't you tell me we're not solving this tonight
But please, pray do tell me if you're gonna give up the fight.
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3. |
Pretty Sick
04:49
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I deleted every song that made me think of you
I hate the memories of when you called us two
Or we, or things like that.
So now I'm burning things I shouldn't be
Deleting pictures I don't wanna see
I'll try to find a way
To forget your damn birthday.
[Chorus]
In every pair of eyes, I just saw yours
In ever pair of lips, I tasted only yours.
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart.
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart,
No I can't be
I tried to tell you how I felt,
But I couldn't think
Tried to send you out your stupid fucking love song, but guess what?
No paper or ink, [no paper or ink]
And I can't hear myself through the silence
Where your voice used to lay
I wish I could rent your state of mind as Mr. Home Alone,
Cold-without-you boy
[I'm not your boy toy]
[Chorus]
In every pair of eyes, I just saw yours
In ever pair of lips, I tasted only yours.
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart [No I can't be]
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart, no I can't be.
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart, no I can't be.
I'm pretty sick of feeling broken
I'm pretty sick of falling apart
I can't breathe but I'm not choking
I'm not another broken heart, no I can't be.
Pretty sick of feeling broken.
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Her heartbeat's pumping along like a bass drum
She puts my hands on her back cause she likes to feel my thumbs,
Pressing down, and so she
Takes one for the team, a little heartbreak is filling her daydream
Baby girl, can't take another hit, so I wrote you a song
You're the name on it.
There she goes, that's three times now
If I'm looking at the eye of my beholder,
My beholder's a snow plow.
Because you level me out just to cut me down
Build me a castle just to steal my crown
And knock knock baby let me in.
I don't fucking know where to begin.
Her heartbeat's pumping along like a bass drum
She puts my hands on her back cause she likes to feel my thumbs,
Pressing down, and so she
Takes one for the team, a little heartbreak is filling her daydream
Baby girl, can't take another hit, so I wrote you a song
You're the name on it.
It goes something like this
A little blues wrapped in an angsty mist
So you better get your licks in,
Make it good!
It's a second 'fore it kicks in
We're hitting the wooden
Dance floor cause we're too cool for clubs,
So let's get bent like the back she rubs.
It's not over, we're too sober
Itching for the love we're getting over
So don't you fake it,
Don'y you break it.
It's 4 AM, and you're gonna have to make it home.
Her heartbeat's pumping along like a bass drum
She puts my hands on her back cause she likes to feel my thumbs,
Pressing down, and so she
Takes one for the team, a little heartbreak is filling her daydream
Baby girl, can't take another hit, I wrote you a song
You're the name on it.
So you better get your licks in,
Make it good!
It's a second 'fore it kicks in
We're laying on the wooden
Dance floor cause we're too cool for clubs,
So let's get bent like the back she rubs.
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5. |
Ziploc Bag of Sunshine
04:48
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I got two tickets to a backseat
There's room enough for four feet
And yours are cold enough to
Warm me up
I got two 40s and a little bottle of jack
So whoever isn't driving can just kick one back
And does she know, that I know, that she knows
That whenever I'm around, the whistle blows
So baby can you please just
Save me, a little ziploc bag of your sunshine,
I got a thumb and a lighter and the eyes of a fighter
And if she wants, I can bite her lips and let it decide her
Just save me, a little ziploc bag of your sunshine,
Cause whenever I'm seeing you around, I'm waiting for the nighttime.
So pass me my pillow and bedsheets, let's call it a day,
Cause if they all end in the same fucking way,
What's in it for me to just watch replay?
Let's light it up, and throw in some uncertainty
If there's one thing I can see preemptively it's unpredictability
And I'm not seeing daybreak
You're not giving me stop signs
I'm not feeling heartbreak
With my hands making lines on your thighs [haha!]
So baby can you please just [baby can you please just?]
Save me, a little ziploc bag of your sunshine,
I got a thumb and a lighter and the eyes of a fighter
And if she wants, I can bite her lips and let it decide her
Just save me, a little ziploc bag of your sunshine,
Cause whenever I'm seeing you around, I'm waiting for the nighttime.
Save me a little ziploc bag of your sunshine
And save me a little ziploc bag of whatever's in those lungs
Save me a little ziploc bag of your sunshine
Cause whenever I'm seeing you around, I'm waiting till the morning comes
To find the truth
Save me, a little ziploc bag of your sunshine,
I got a thumb and a lighter and the eyes of a fighter
And if she wants, I can bite her lips and let it decide her
Just save me, a little ziploc bag of your sunshine,
Cause whenever I'm seeing you around, I'm waiting for the nighttime.
Save me a little ziploc bag of your sunshine
Save me a little ziploc bag of whatever's in those lungs
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6. |
Tell Me <Acoustic Outro>
03:20
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[You guys are gonna sit on the fucking couch. Go sit on the couch. I'm totally cutting that out. That was awful, that was so stupid.]
I've been waiting for a while
But my hook's just not sinking
And I've been calling her a crocodile
But still she's just not listening
And I know, oh I know, how to make it show
And I know, oh I know, which direction it'll go
Doesn't that make me her own Bruce Wayne?
And doesn't that sting like getting caught in the rain?
Tell me baby one more time just how I fell apart
And leave another fallacy on the brick you call my heart
Just play it safe, there's no appeal
I just wanna feel something real
We could've been something, we could've been real
But that two for one deal is just a steal-
Beam holding up my breaking walls
Dream holing up in these empty halls
And the breath that I'm gonna take away from you
Cause the rest'll never do what I'm about to do to you
Tell me baby one more time just how I fell apart [Ew]
And leave another fallacy on the brick you call a heart
Just play it safe, there's no appeal
I just wanna feel something real
We could've been something, we could've been real
But that two for one deal is just a steal-
Tell me baby one more time just how I fell apart
And leave another fallacy on the brick you call my heart
Just play it safe, there's no appeal
I just wanna feel something real
We could've been something, we could've been real
But that two for one deal is just a steal
And I know, oh I know, how to make it show
And I know, oh I know, which direction it'll go
Doesn't that make me her own Bruce Wayne?
And doesn't that sting like getting caught in the rain?
Tell me baby one more time just how I fell apart
And leave another fallacy on the brick you call my heart
Just play it safe, there's no appeal
I just wanna feel something real
We could've been something, we could've been real
But that two for one deal is just, such a steal
[Thank you! Thank you! "Otter Howard!" Thank you! Thank you!]
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