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Full Swing
05:09
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Another year come and gone
Twelve calendar pages flipped
Books read, half read and meant to be read
Still sitting on the shelf
There’s also a sweater I half knit
And I’m pretty sure
There’s dishes in the sink
But it’s a brand new year
And I bought a plant
I know I can’t take care of it
But who knows maybe it’ll live
Longer than the last one
Can’t believe I’m saying this again
No I can’t believe I’m saying this again
But it’s brand new year
Brand new year
Gunna give it a full swing
And this year
It’ll be a home run you’ll see
And even if I miss
We all know that I get two more tries
And isn’t it all just in the trying
Anyways?
No one knows
How it’s gunna turn out
That’s the part
That paralyzes me
But today I’ll go outside
And wait till I can see the stars
Another year I’m looking for
An inward guide for clarity
And a reflection that doesn’t blur
When I’m looking in the mirror
Gunna give it a full swing
And this year
It’ll be a home run you’ll see
And even when I miss
You're still gunna catch my smile
Cause it’s all about the trying ANYWAYS!
There’s not much I have to believe in
But I know I have to start with myself
But I keep finding distractions
But I’ve been trying
Anyways
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2. |
Sam Porter Bridges
04:08
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We’ve been reckless
And we’ve been staying up all night
We’ve been talking
Out in the streets till 3 am
Breathless we say, what happens next?
Maybe we should just go home
I just can’t believe
That some things are this easy
And I just can’t believe
That the same things are this hard
What the hell am I doing here
I feel so futureless
And after all this
Am I still so directionless?
Even the plants know
Too much of a good thing
Will kill you
We’ve made so many mistakes
Cause we are young and broke
And the past is like a pond that’s frozen over
That we are walking on so carefully
Hoping it can hold us up just a little longer
And I keep having these messed up dreams
And I keep scrolling to find out what it all could mean
Am I too quick to think the worst of you
Am I too quick to think the best of me
It’s like I’m pulling you too deep into a river
Am I too late to think the best of you
Don’t tell me it’s true
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3. |
Paris
04:10
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Apparently
I’m an open book
So take a look
Tell me what is wrong with me
How many times
Do you think I’ll apologize
For my choices
I find it so hard to change
So I’m stuck run-running in place
And I meant to write a song about Paris
About the fallen leaves on the garden porch
But instead I’m sitting around crying
Watching another month fly by
Feeling all the empty holes of all the
Lives I could be living
Everyone says
I look so happy in those pictures we took
But for every step you take
I have to take three
And I might be at a tipping point
Cause I can’t just keep
Spending all of my time
Catching up
Well instead of sitting around crying
I gotta make a change
And stop using metaphors
To make me feel bad
“It’s almost like you want to feel bad”
Yeah, I think I might
Well I meant to write a song about Paris
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4. |
Trouble
03:51
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It’s an unusually clear day
And the mountains look twice as big
It reminds me that I shrink and grow too
Given the conditions
So I guess I’ll just stand tall too
If we are all in the woods
Shouldn’t a path have formed by now
Maybe it’s just my eyes that can’t align
And I’ll always be stuck trying
To walk in steps that aren’t mine
I don’t know why I keep defining myself
By my surroundings
But I find the only way
It feels like I exist
Is to be the reaction to your action
There’s always so many questions
I’ve never known the answer to
And it seems that if I can’t play by the rules
That I’m gunna get a talking to
There was a time when I looked for you
At the end of every novel
I’m sure to get in trouble
If I don’t try a little bit harder
To keep track of this wandering mind
There was a time when I looked for you
At the bottom of every bottle
I’m sure to get in trouble
If I don’t try a little bit harder
To keep track of this wandering mind
There was a time
When I looked for that feeling
Inside every pair of eyes
Who would give me time
And I’m sure to get in trouble
If I don’t try a little bit harder
To keep track of this wandering heart
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5. |
Portions for Rats
03:27
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Well you could be
Such a pretty girl
If you could just take the time
To exercise
Your self control
Well I’m not that pretty
But I’m pretty judgmental
And I’m pretty sure
I’m pretty careless
I’m not that pretty
But I’m pretty good at goodbyes
I'm tired of people telling me who I am
Who I should be
What a nice girl
You’ve turned out to be
Been wondering how many things I’ve said
To someone as advice
That I’m really just telling myself
But who will listen
How come I feel it in my chest
When you tell me no
And it caves in
It spreads
It’s an infection
I’m tired of giving and all of the taking
So I’ll hold what’s mine
And I’ll take up space
And people will walk around
Summer’s sun is peeking through these trees at me
What a nice girl
You’ve turned out to be
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6. |
Surfliner
02:55
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The sun's shining on the city
And right into my eyes
Since daylight savings caused another shift
On my way home
Maybe one day instead of the red line
I’ll take the surfliner from union station
Head to the coast to see
Blinding sun on ocean waves
You told me to put this in a song
Said sometimes they write themselves
You can’t miss what you don’t know you lost
But you can’t tell me how to love myself
Oh you’re mad at me?
Well I think I’m mad too
Cause I’ve spent so long
Finding myself in you
I think you might owe more than one
This kind of friend
May strike first
Notes in a book you lent me
Well sometimes history repeats itself
Well wait it’s the other way around
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7. |
Uprooted
03:24
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Pink fingers sting while trying
So hard to be
Something to be proud of
But who will be proud of me
When it’s just me
That cares what I do
Built a home of books not bricks
Missed your late night games
And broke my promises
On the floor cried for so much more
Sang myself to sleep
Driftwood in my dreams
On the phone you’re telling me
That it just wasn’t meant to be
But I don’t believe in fate
I guess I never know
The right thing to say
Wonder if you’re mad at me
For living so far away
After everything you lost
And weren’t able to have
Was I worth it
Are we worth it?
We are actually good friends now
I don’t know what to say
Did you ever love him
Was I always in the way
I can’t breathe when I’m alone
I can’t tell you on the phone
I’m only afraid when the plane takes off
I’ll only blink if you blink first
And I still don’t know what to say
Maybe it will be okay
If I can just ignore her calls
And you — keep your eyes on the road
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8. |
Sunlight Spear
02:54
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See the sunset shine through the gaps in the leaves
Like the dry grass scratches my feet like needles
Saw a few sprouts grow in the middle of spring
They’ve all dried up like the skin on my knees
And oh these sundays, lying in bed until noon
Was just tired it’s not worth feeling so bad
Project the future on the ceiling or onto the sky
Wonder if your dreams or your fears are more real
But you were never my friend
No, you were never my friend
It’s like I was just born but i’ve left behind too many things
Like a dead branch that’s cut off it’s not like i wanted to
Like a raindrop splashed from my car to the ground
Let’s just hope that the runoff could make something grow
But you were never my friend
No you were never my friend
You were never my friend
No you were never my friend
But I want to! I won't lie to you,
I saw this coming all along
And sitting in silence could be of peace or of despair
But should I trust myself?
There aren’t many things that I know well
But it’s not wrong to feel like i’m not just something to get rid of
So the sunset pokes through the trees like needles
Leaving patterns on my arms and across the ground
We get scratched on barbed wire as we run through the woods
So we dress it and are reminded we need blood to live
So you were never my friend
You were never my friend
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9. |
Too Close for Comfort
06:18
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There’s a scent that I’d
Rather not smell but it reminds me
Of the parking lot behind the old place where those three guys sat
And they just watched me while I tried to learn to start a car
From neutral, it was pretty hard but eventually I worked it out
But it’s pleasant on the highway like the highways where we drove
To the tables at the diner, like the diner where I had a friend
But there’s tables at restaurants all over the world
It don’t have to mean anything at all!
We sat in the backseat
The air full of whispers and strange youth
And I thought that only you could know me
But these crushed hands we’ve been holding
Have fallen to our sides
Said love should come easy
Some kind of cliche scapegoat daydream
So one day I said goodbye
And never looked back
No not even once
Forgotten is that the way to move on
Singing in the car
Windows down
If I’m not struggling
If I’m not scared and bruised
Am I living
Are we living
Are we alive?
I live in LA now, not sure if I feel at home
But I ride the train into downtown
Sometimes the view catches me off guard
Cause I take so much for granted these days
And I never think of you in our home town
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someday, maybe Los Angeles, California
sydney // william // zenny // LA twee
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