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NCAYHH
02:58
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i'm sorry this situation calls for some propriety
'cause otherwise i'd be all about reciprocity.
so give me signals, give me your eyes, give me the time and place.
i'll be there at your beck and call, 'cause i just love making out with your face.
two weeks from now.
in the reflection in the door i could see you turning back and smile at me.
and in the face you made the very next day, when your eyes found mine and i looked away.
they all said i'd break your heart in two and you didn't understand why.
well maybe if you were able to forego all attachment, you'd have come out fine.
i'm not the best but i might be the worst, it depends on whether you're alright.
my destiny is as a memory, but i remember too clearly the night
that i left.
in the reflection in the door i could see you turning back and smile at me.
and in the face you made the very next day, when your eyes found mine and i couldn't say that
no one else will ever love you now
in the reflection in the door i could see you turning back and smile at me.
and in the face you made the very next day, when your eyes found mine and i looked away
your braids are cute just like your voice and your skirts but nothing's cute about young hearts hurting
and i remember being young when i see you smile.
you're excited, ignited, i like your style.
but no one else will ever love you.
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George
02:58
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i've been around for two decades and change
but nothing's fucking changed.
i'm still lost and connecticut's boring
everything's the same
when he looks back he sees tokyo,
the rodeo of childhood,
the choreo of high school.
i think it again and again and again,
remembering all the costumes,
how i'd never have let them accost you,
but you never needed my help.
you've always been pretty self-sufficient but listen 'cause i've always loved you.
i've been around for two decades and change
but nothing's fucking changed.
i'm still lost and connecticut's boring
everything's the same
except george, you're all grown up now.
yeah george, you're going far.
hey george, don't wait up now.
'cuz i'm still stuck in this teenage wasteland
you'll go on to be something great.
i love you more than count basie's big band but at any rate,
why did you go to vassar?
and now he's living in style
miles away from his hometown.
the trials of home don't get him down.
mom calls and she asks and he says nothing more than maybe i'll call you later.
but i know she'd love nothing greater
than for life to just release the god damn accelerator.
she thinks it again and again that her babies are gone now.
pick up the phone now.
i'm homebound.
i love you more than count basie's big band,
you kick more ass than barbara streisand,
astronaut or broadway pit band, please don't hesitate
why did you go to vassar?
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Pursed Lips
03:33
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pursed lips and purple eyes impatiently wait for me to realize that there's something to say but i can't say it right.
pissed off and petrified, the daily grind has her tired mind in a storyline of maturity and wasted time.
flashbacks here we go.
remember when we danced all night and it felt so good but it hurt like hell?
remember when we kissed just right and we hopped back on the carousel?
remember when i promised i would ruin your life right before your eyes?
well, rosanna, i did.
cold sweat calcifies, the days, the weeks, the months turn into years and i still have nothing to say 'cause she's always right.
strung out and sterilized, my heart won't beat, my blood pressure won't ever rise, till i fuck up and susannah cries.
flashbacks here we go
no, i can't forget the words you said.
this cycle never leaves my head.
we don't deserve any better than each other but you don't deserve this.
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4. |
The Melancholy Song
02:16
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she asked how you were today, i told her you were fine.
the minute someone brings you up, my instinct is to lie.
this lack of you just sinking in, the mourning isn't lessening.
it just sits and sits as i rot through the floor.
goodnight, sweet prince.
they couldn't have saved you, even if they tried.
your body's gone. your heart lives on, but only as a cavity,
'cause losing you constitutes me now.
i can't accept it's over now, i can't believe you're gone.
and no one seems to notice that everything's all wrong.
the crazy thing is, i am not alone.
you left me by myself, but in a world just as broken to the bone.
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theboywonderhimself Brooklyn, New York
theboywonderhimself are teenagers in their twenties. they write songs about their feelings in search of validation but honestly, attention will do.
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