1. |
Water
03:12
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I know I'll hate myself in the morning,
but at night I can't seem to care,
that liquid courage has me acting without warning,
just need to tell you how I feel,
The deepest wounds are self incfilcted,
I'd like to think I bleed for you,
but I know this pain is the selfish kind,
there's not much else I can do,
To get through,
get through me,
and to you,
To forget,
and neglect,
and excuse,
I'm sorry,
I like the abuse,
dysfunction is addictive too,
I know I'll likely lose you,
the question is who gets to choose,
Oh, how I would love the priviledge,
of harming myself through you.
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2. |
How?
04:23
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Now I'm looking at a bottle,
I'll drink my way in 'til I'm warm,
and tell myself this is better,
cause I am happier alone,
How?
She got herself a bag of cocaine,
burnin' holes through her mind,
but you know I can't blame her,
'cause I'm right here drowning mine
How?
You know that I love you brother,
but I think I've got to leave,
and forget Chicago,
and forget Milwaukee,
How?
I wouldn't say that I feel lifted,
I would say that I feel fine,
it doesn't make any difference,
it's all the same morning light.
How?
You know that I love you brother,
But I think I've got to leave,
and forget Chicago,
and forget Milwaukee.
How?
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3. |
If I Were You
04:04
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I wouldn't walk there if I were you,
They say the road is haunted,
I wouldn't walk there if I were you,
You know that road is haunted,
I wouldn't drink that water if I were you,
They say it gives you cancer,
I wouldn't drink that water if I were you,
You know it gives you cancer,
I was looking for, someplace to hang my head,
I was looking for, someplace to hang,
My head,
I wouldn't trust her if I were you,
You know what they say about her,
I wouldn't trust her if I were you,
You know what you've heard about her,
Somewhat damaged, much too young, that's all it was,
We were somewhat damaged, much too young, that's all it was,
I wouldn't walk there if I were you, they say the road is haunted.
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4. |
Anyone Or Anything
05:47
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Standing at an empty grave,
beneath sad autumn skies,
my hands deep in my pockets,
but there's no warmth to find,
feeling all these,
empty spaces,
they permeate my skin,
my sense of being,
as I politely turn to ashes,
and greet the dust upon your floorboards,
to rest until I'm swept up,
and discarded in that refuse bin,
like everthing that ever came before,
seems a fitting fate for a mortal
so fragile and disposable,
until it becomes hard to discern,
if there was ever anyone or anything,
she'll fuck my life up like those little pills she takes,
we keep telling ourselves we're in control but it's such a waste,
the only ones we're even close to fooling are ourselves,
the only ones we're even close to fooling are ourselves,
as I politely turn to ashes,
and greet the dust upon your floorboards,
to rest until I'm swept up,
and discarded in that refuse bin,
like everthing that ever came before,
seems a fitting fate for a mortal
so fragile and disposable,
until it becomes hard to discern,
if there was ever anyone or anything,
Are we really after love, or just novacaine?
Are we really after love or just someone to blame?
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Tim Coughlin Jr. Madison, Wisconsin
emo guitar guy
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