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Mouse Trap Summer
03:43
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I never untied my shoes once,
I always rushed out in the morning.
I never heard the bus call my name down the block,
but if you rode right past me in your Barbie roller blades,
I'm sure I would have melted.
And the time you grabbed my coat from the back door rack,
and slipped me a left hand note, instead.
I'd walk home from that old street while playing
with the paper in my pockets.
Only you, Only you, Only you make it easy.
Playing Mouse trap with you all summer long,
you were red but I was always blue.
We didn't understand what the fuck we were supposed to do.
And running through back door,
I heard you say that theres a ghost
that sleeps 'neath the bridge downtown.
Your eyes smiled "no"
you just said "I like you around"
Only you, Only you, Only you make it easy.
Meet me in the library you said lets read some Eric Carle,
and dance just like the caterpillar does.
You said 'I want to be an artist" and
be the thing that catches the fuss.
I sat back down the other day,
waiting for your lilac skirt
but the teacher said you moved away.
I asked "Why do people make you feel so good before they go away?"
Only you, Only you, Only you make it easy
Playing Mouse trap with you all summer long,
you were red but I was always blue.
We didn't understand what the fuck we were supposed to do.
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2. |
Cherry Kissed Ice Cream
04:36
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You bought all your band t-shirts from target.
I didn't even like those bands, not once.
I didn't even like those bands, once we touched.
You bought all your jean skirts from Good Will or some old man.
I didn't even understand that once.
I didn't even understand, but I never forgot.
I never could read you, I always left your car so fast
and ran straight to my door but swore I'd never look back.
And I left you with my hat and my favorite Coltrane shirt,
We said we'd never fuck again cause it just leaves us both hurt.
Got a call last night, you drove straight into a tree; you shouted something at a bar and drove drunk home.
I heard your skull melted in the street like cherry kissed ice cream,
there was blood and teeth and wires in your nose.
They said it was at my old house, where you used to take me home,
you were a bitch to me then but I swore that you weren't alone..
There was a bag in your backseat with a photo of us two,
and Pink Floyd shirt and some rub on tattoos.
Couldn't even comprehend, but read inside your card:
"Lets leave this town and turn our backs like we used to do."
You bought all your band t-shirts from target.
I didn't even like those bands, not once.
I didn't even like those bands, once we touched.
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3. |
Sofa Shirt
03:55
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You my friend were easier, when you thought I'd be your man
And I would follow you down, down.
So please just love me here until this couch burns out
And I will steal your heart away
I melt with you.
And you will look at me in the eyes and start to ask:
"Do you really love me, like I do?"
So please let's be kind to all out hands and try to bruise
And move them in the backseat, drowning.
I melt with you.
Hold my hand and smell the attic of our smoke storm woods
and feel the burn of all our lungs.
Mine was black and yours was gold, I found you in the snow.
Your ash still blows away my cold hair.
I melt with you.
Pull my baby's arms inside and ask "how was your ghost"
But we'll still have a lot of time for that.
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4. |
Seven Foot Three
04:48
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I will tell you where to go if you ask me I won't look around.
Taste through the knife while you bend past the side
and are covered in tiny mirrors.
I see that wooden chest that I call home.
I will tell you where to run if you're paint drys in the middle of our sun.
Bend past the canyon of 40 degrees, but you love my soul
like I'm seven foot three.
I'll hold you shoulder hairs when I'm gone.
And I feel so warm
when your body starts to fall.
And I feel so warm
when you tried to slip the cost.
Cut my speaker box to the floor if you hide like the ghosts that sang before.
You have a better grip that only says what you need
when you pull my balance through a greed
That makes me feel so tired for you.
And I feel so warm
when your body starts to fall.
And I feel so warm
when you tried to slip the cost.
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5. |
Birthday Lines
06:28
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I was driving drunk in the wind, I was still swerving.
I saw your eyes blood cold with lies, and it kissed my lips.
And I know you weren't waiting, I know you weren't waiting on the road.
And I know my life is changing. I know your midnight reasons, or so I'm told.
If you say : "Now, baby, I'm not just what you want."
If you say: "Now, baby, I only came here for a line."
If you say : "Now, baby, I'm not just what you want."
If you say: "Now, baby, I only came here for a line."
I was taking time, peeling lines through your hair.
And I know the road gets windy, I know the road grows dark in your eyes.
And I wasn't planning on drinking, and you were only there for a birthday line.
If you say : "Now, baby, I'm not just what you want."
If you say: "Little baby, I only came here for a line."
If you say : "Now, baby, I'm not just what you want."
If you say: "Little baby, I only came here for a line."
I was drunk at four in the morning, I was so alone.
Running from tigers and sheep skulls in my bed,
but I cannot look you that way.
I know I wish that was dead to answer you.
If you say : "Now, baby, I'm not just what you want."
If you say: "Little baby, I only came here for a line."
If you say : "Now, baby, I'm not just what you want."
If you say: "Little baby, I only came here for a line."
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6. |
Smells Like Rain
07:43
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April fifth, your last smell was the coffee in my breath.
I changed those sheets where you died, but never slept in that bed.
When the flashing lights brought you out in those bags made for the dead,
I tore your locket from your neck and the rosary from you father.
I didn't count beads, on account I was a sinner.
Baby, it wasn't my goal to cheat on you.
I'd wind at two A.M. smelling like Tanquery and perfume,
I threw too many punches that night you broke my jaw.
It was my fault.
Honey, it smells like rain.
Honey, it smells like rain...the day I was to blame.
Early days were sweeter when we curled by the fireside.
We'd smoke cigarettes and laugh out loud, we'd lose track of time.
Try out different coffee shops and watch street cats beg for dimes,
you gave that man a $50 instead...that made me melt inside.
Cause Honey, we were poor.
Honey, we were poor, but kindness was your reward.
You'd play that same record and watch Dallas at 3 A.M.
Those reruns and singers down the hall became the white noise in my head.
When I was with you, I hated them fucking things.
But now they connect me like Jesus Christ, I need those things to sleep.
Tonight.
Your favorite books became the coasters on my desk,
Kurt Vonnegut now has wine running down his neck.
I was so drunk, I remembered all the lies...
so I hanged myself to James Taylor's "You Can Close Your Eyes."
But it's alright. It's alright.
Cause Honey, it smells like rain.
Honey, smells like rain.
I was the blame.
Now I lay like a puppet, on my string I wrote the word "God."
Honey, I never emptied that ash tray inside cause that's still your job.
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7. |
The Ropes
05:28
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The Ropes
When I was a lonely one, but I knew you were here.
When you said I "threw up on the lawn" I was covered in beer, oh no.
Talking to those records you smoked, I was kissing your feet in the night.
While your chambers smelt like all your clothes, I was feeling just alright, darling.
I want you.
If I try to grip to hard, tell me I will slow down.
Between the marbles and subtle scents of sand,
just don't stop lying here, naked on the floor.
Near the fridge where you said I was your man...
I believe all your charms are there for
my words and lists chirp like bar tap clicks,
I'm afraid that money is kissing shirts.
I want you
Hey Little baby, is your daddy home?
I can show you the ropes for the night.
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8. |
Phone Booth Booze
05:02
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I know that you can
taste my bones instead
when you try to blink
about the crooked thieves
That understand you, and I know
Check your crowded eyes
for phone booth booze and dimes
To call about your heart
that smells like paint stone charts
I understand you, but you know.
I can't get away from you tonight.
I can't get away from you tonight.
Fell the verbal drink
or peel like glass charm blinks
to fill the dust of days
your time is here to stay
I really want you, but you know
(I can't get away from you tonight)
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9. |
Pulling Bones
04:10
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When I pull your face songs inside,
I wrap around your curly leather.
When you say it’s harder to find,
My love and a burnt out stone.
But I could love you always
If you say that I'm your only man.
But I could love you always,
if you try to please.
Don't you try to run away or
think of me like I'm pulling all my bones
and turning inside out.
Don't you try to run away or
think of me like I'm pulling all my bones
and turning inside out.
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10. |
Suspect The Dog
05:34
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11. |
Butterscotch
04:56
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And I love you, no matter where your brains may fall.
And I can't use, the spoon you left beneath the store.
And when your path, spoke just like our graveyard kids.
But I love you, if smoke blew water down this line.
It would be so hard, It would be so hard, you see?
That I tried enough to peel your skin down to the floor
just for me.
And I know, that you feel so wonderful this time.
And I want to pull you closer
My little butterscotch.
Take your time and hold it on the window frame inside.
While the thought kissed your bones like a pony ride.
To take laps around the face of our dime store lives,
but your gold songs could fill me up and pour the silver outside.
And we could run, but don't etch me to the bone.
Or could just laugh to the honey roasted saxophones.
And I know, that you feel so wonderful this time.
And I want to pull you closer
My little butterscotch.
And I love you, when your hair sleeps all away in my tongue.
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