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Brain on Fire
03:02
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Covered the windows with a picture of the past
So each time the house sinks they just crawl right out and build it again
Right on the same spot
Right on the mire
Over and over and over
Brain on Fire
The glass is sweating
While they worry about the stain on the carpet
The ring on the table
But they'll slide you a coaster while your blood boils
It takes them a while each time to notice
The wallpaper stripping, water marks on the ceiling
All the hallways flooding while the whole worlds pooling
Upstairs
They'll leave you down there
Hope you rot before you turn bitter
But your memory lives forever
They'll hang you up with the others
Brain on fire
The glass is swimming
While they wish you'd shown more teeth
And stood up straighter
When they took the picture
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2. |
Goldfish
03:13
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His life it seemed just a little too bleak
So he looked into the sun just a little too long
Another crinkle, another fold burned to the top of his cheek
Each time he said he turned out anyways
That don't suit you, oh my god
It can't be true
Somewhere there's a goldfish in a glass bowl
Wishing he were in that plastic bag again
Going anywhere but a glass bowl
Building castles of white sand on his tongue
Talks of how he glows while the lamp lighters stay home
Now all he wants is 60 dollars to get back to that beach
Where the bottles he sends out are all empty
That don't suit you, oh my god
That won't do
Somewhere there's a goldfish in a glass bowl
Wishing he were in that plastic bag again
Going anywhere but a glass bowl
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Pegs
04:42
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Hands out the window and the pegs in the board
We say we've enjoyed it, we just don't anymore
Another empty room, one more open floor
You tell me you love me, you just won't anymore
You never cared for the metaphors
So I only kept a few
Who wants to hear this shit, and you've heard it too many times through
All these possessions I've lived with before
Mean much more in their Pile by the door
The more that you're taking the more that you leave
Foot in my mouth I'm drinking ink
You never cared for the metaphors
So I only kept a few
Who wants to hear this shit, and you've heard it too many times through
You're not coming home 'cause we don't have one
And no place is safe if I'm in it
Spent so much time pining for after thought
Now your voice has changed so I can't hear it
You never cared for the metaphors
So I only kept a few
Who wants to hear this shit, and you've heard it too many times through
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4. |
Nuclear Family
04:06
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I wanted to find out who you would be in a room with me
Who else did I think we'd see?
I wanted to find out what I would do in a room with you
Who'd I think would be there, too?
Tubes and wires
Hold their hearts up
It can't be enough
Tubes and wires
Hold their hearts out
We all give up
I pull it across quickly
It's always deeper than I want it to be
The dog on the porch, that TV screen
Couldn't save the atomic family
But I can't say we tried
Climbing up so quickly in the ranks
But the fact is that you made two beds today
One of them's got me, one's got your family
And the other one photographs so perfectly
So I pull it across quickly
It's always deeper than I want it to be
The dog on the porch, that TV screen
Couldn't save the nuclear family
But I can't say we tried
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5. |
A Day at the Fair
03:37
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Too hungry to get more sleep
And too burnt out to fill the need
A twisted arm for a swollen cheek
Or skin off my neck for a busted knee
'Cause the prize that she won didn't swim enough
When she tried to show it off
Smile and a laugh, a couple shakes behind her back
Til it never moved again
Forgot my dream, not that I'd know
Been kicking droughts and moving slow
Better not said and best to know
You grip the rope and then let go
They're telling my that the little fish drowns
And the big fish suffocates
Turn your pond to a crown, turn the bowl upside down
And start marching towards a lake
The prizes bob the hammer falls
Some clown says that you lost
Til an arbitrary toss lands around your neck and cons you
To thinking that you won
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6. |
Burning Ants
04:33
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Your TV tells me
I'm a wonderful commercial
So if I learn to take it
Someday I'll be on the big screens
This anger smells like burning ants
With a magnifying glass
But I can't get my teeth out of it
So who's she going to be?
What will she see?
Will you show her sides of you I wasn't privy to?
Until my heart starts to hurt
I can fend it off
I'm so hung up on the things I know
That I don't
Am I covering it up?
Is it sitting on the top?
Whispering to the wool that I fooled everyone
You can only convince yourself so many times
That hiding the truth isn't a lie
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Punchline
04:30
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Living life in a snow globe
Hoping I'm late getting home
To pass the rope, the tic tac toe
A loss I'll say I won til I choke
A lifetime to tell a joke
and the world fits me like a cheap suit
Can't take it in so I'm swimming
Hoping that the punchline hits soon
Since I can see I'm right
All I want is to be wrong
and keep it all inside my skull
but the proof is in the cabinets on the wall
I picture my spot in your tote
'Cause soon "will" turns to "won't"
Act of romance, cue the seen
I turned it to a childish need
Since I can see I'm right
All I want is to be wrong
and keep it all inside my skull
but the proof is in the cabinets on the wall
I can walk and talk and even do my job sometimes
Yeah, I'm not good for much
But for the sake of the cause I'll open up my mouth to
Move the joke along
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Beetles
03:43
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The man on the porch wore out my words for me
Not to say I didn't try
But now the man upstairs thinks he's got every reason why
My mom wants their numbers, she thinks I'm gonna die
S'pose I might
Probably not tonight, but she could be right
I'm drinking from a faucet where I don't trust the pipes
Tried to clean my teeth, but the brush grew legs and a thousand eyes
Already swallowed one of them today
Had to spit out the pill I was trying to take
They're hiding
In all of our open bottles
and under the door handles
We must look strange in the morning
with all those new dents
and different chunks of us missing
We must sound strange in the morning
With last night in our mouths
And all of our tongues stuck to the ceiling
All of our throats have been replaced
With wet pieces of paper and that's okay
'cause we don't feel much like singing anyways
Having coated our lungs and shrink wrapping our brains
And breathing
'Cause whatever the furnace is burning
The vents are bringing
Trying to make myself move but the
Draft has got a grip and so I'm adding to the bin
Someday I might just fit inside of it
All I plan to do is watch my knuckles turn blue
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Faux
03:21
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Cracking lips, a few too many sips
Swollen hands, it's time too look back on
All the times
I apologized for sleeping on the floor
All the times
I sized 'em up, you told me to ignore
Talking through them all along, I'm surprised that you have teeth left at all
But half of them are fake
You're too vein to keep from turning at your name
Scraped up knees, I'm too far in-between
A and B, looking back on how
You'd look to me for what you need
I noticed how you'd see everything you could want in others
So it never felt quite right and the
Day I bought a hat you didn't like
I drank what it cost in one night
You didn't like that either
What I need is leaving
And what I want doesn't need me
I've been dwelling in it and I guess that I'm
Supposed to suck it up and swallow all of it whole
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10. |
Suicide Shirt
04:02
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It's never who you want
And never when you could
Never what you need
And never why you should
There's a slight crook
When the straight sleeve comes up empty
Kept the card, I lost the trick
It thickens up and stagnates when it
Turns out he wants me dead anyways
Stops pumping
Til I put another one back, suck another one down
Runs thin with my hobbies
Opens up all his possibilities
All my arteries
To know you hate the feeling so
Someday you won't want to see me
Might make it easy
The book left on the shelf you won't reread
Can't say anything
A folded page always to be creased
For fear of being stained
He sure painted the scene
Now you warp the lens
A blister on the screen
But you look so good
No one knows what I'm here for or what I'm gonna do
So as long as I make it I can say I did
Stick that on the tombstone
I'm glad I spent the time
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11. |
Company's Best Interest
03:51
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Relax while I take the load off your back
Pick it up and carry it to the bin
To fill up the machine that you want to see change hands
Over yours, cold and dead
A transaction is planned to peel them off, pry the grip
And cut all the ties to the anchors we set
And jump ship
To work so hard
Figuring out what not to do
To work so hard
You lost the guts to see it through
What's next? Your guess
Bait the line, fix the net
If you let them go, who will know?
It's a catch and release you won't ever get or understand
To work so hard
Figuring out what not to do
To work so hard
I lost the guts to see it through
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Heather Evans Marquette, Michigan
My name is Heather. I write songs sometimes. Sometimes they get recorded.
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