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Intro
00:26
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Sober Intentions
01:43
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I got sober intentions cause I'm always fucking sober and I have
every intention of being your next crazy ex girlfriend
no shame in saying it out loud
and I didn't even like you that much, but I can't stop writing songs about you
Hope you like them, hope you like them, hope you do
Hope your new boyfriend likes them
Hope he sings along with you
And I got sober intentions but I'm stumbling drunk off anger
I can't stop singing, I'm spitting words like fire straight at you
I'm sorry if I burned your cute new hairdo
And I don't even hate you that much
but I can't stop being sad about this
I have had it I have had it, I'm a mess
I'm going crazy over a goddamn facebook status
And I got sober intentions but I'm strung out on emotions
I'm angry, inspired, I'm on fire
and I'm sitting on my bed
Throwing a tantrum while playing my guitar again
And I don't even hate him that much
but when you break his heart I hope he can't stop writing angry poems about it
Hope he loves you more than I did
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When I was just a little kid they told me to dream big
you can do anything
when I got older they told me to stop dreaming
start being more realistic, make the coffee do the dishes
but I can't seem to keep my head out of the clouds
cause whats the point of living life
to work until I die
That can't be it and if it is then I want out
and honestly I never had a dream of getting older
but here I am what can I do about it, tell me what to do about it now
Cause I never wanted to be every single stereotype of a white middle class 20-something pissed at the economy
I never meant to be the epitome of a quarter life crisis and being a junkie didn't live up to the hype
When I was just a little kid they told me I was special
Then I grew up and found out they told that to every single one of us
get addicted to our drugs then go away to universities
where we'll sell you dreams then make you work for free
They handed us an economy thats destined us for poverty
then have the nerve to call us soft and lazy for complaining
cause they're from a generation where you could be what you wanted to be
but baby I'm a 90's kid, only 90's kids will understand this
got bill collectors calling us to pay back student loans
but they can't ever find us if we throw away our phones
then we can sit in diners, drinking coffee smoking cigarettes outside
look in each others' eyes without cell phone lights to hide behind and
we can just kick off our shoes and make these sidewalks home
we'll write songs and sing for food and we'll never be alone
never be alone, never be alone, never be alone when we're with friends
and we'll never owe shit to anyone else
no we'll never owe shit to anyone else
no we'll never owe shit to anyone else
no we'll never owe shit to anyone
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Strangers
04:06
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You know lately I've been thinking
About some things
Like all the lovely friends I made in rehab
That I'll never see again
Cause some of them are dead
And all the people that I've met
In bar bathrooms and in checkout lines that I'll never see again
But in that moment
It was like we were best friends
Just having conversations
Cause sometimes the people who don't know the things you've done are the only ones who will bother talking to you
Sometimes strangers are the best people to tell your secrets to
Cause they don't know you
You know lately I've been thinking about things I've lost
Like my mind, my heart, your baby blue eyes
And lately I've been wondering about things that haven't happened yet
Like if I'll ever feel that way again
But the past already happened so I can't spend today digging through that shit
And the future hasn't happened yet
So there's no sense in worrying about it
Just living in this moment
And today I wish that I could put new glasses on your eyes so you could see the world the way I do through mine
Cause then maybe you wouldn't wanna die you wouldn't have to stick a needle in your arm
Just to survive
Cause I see myself in every single part of you and I made it through
So I can't just sit back and watch you throw away your life
And I don't give a shit if I'm the last person on this earth who believes in you
I will show you how beautiful it is to be
alive
And I will love you til you love yourself
And I will sing until I love myself
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Please excuse my manners for I suffer from a problem
of believing that my thoughts won't go away unless I say them
So it might sound like I'm talking to myself when I'm deep in conversation
It's a problem that I'm working on, I thank you for your patience
But imagine for a second that I could listen to every word that you just said
Instead of getting caught up in my head trying to finish all your sentences
and occasionally letting the words slip form my lips that I want to say next
But if I wanted to hear what I wanted to hear I would talk to myself all day instead of you
Lalala I can't hear you
Lalalala I'm not listening
Now I'm hating on myself but I'm not getting better so I'm hating on you so it's not self-centered now I'm hating on you but I'm not feeling better so I'm hating on myself and I just need to breathe
God grant me serenity and I swear that if I make it through this moment then I will believe
God grant me serenity and I swear that if I make it through this moment then I will believe in you
Lalalala I can't hear you
Lalalallalalala
And sometimes when I'm playing my songs I wonder if there's anyone listening at all but I swear to god I hope I die before I ever get bored of singing to myself
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6. |
Plate Glass Apology
02:54
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Excuse me while I go jump through a plate glass window or stop driving in the middle of the road
My car insurance is expired, enough to set my ass on fire
I'll just go to bed and deal with it tomorrow
You broke my heart I hope you die, emptier than how I feel inside
and when you lay your head to rest at night I hope that you never fall asleep when you
think of all the things you do I wish I could just hate you oh I wish all of
these words I said were true
Now I'm up at 5am again, writing letters from the demons in my head to leave outside your house
I'm not sure why it is I'm fighting, the pens ran out but I kept writing and I hope that if you found that letter, you just threw it out because
Baby I don't mean the things I say or do when I'm mad at you I'm just trying to figure out how life goes on without you
and I hope I die you broke my heart, stick a needle in my arm I know just what I'm running from I know that I will tear myself apart
I wonder if you still have the flowers that i brought you at work the day you dumped me
hope it wasn't a waste of money
I hope that you are happy hope you find everything you ever wanted in your life, I hope you're sleeping well at night
While I'm trying to figure out if life goes on without you, by writing a song about you
Yea I swore I'd never write another song about you, I'm singing a song about you
You broke my heart I hope you die, emptier than how I feel inside
and when you lay your head to rest at night I hope that you never fall asleep when you
think of all the things you do I wish I could just hate you oh I meant every word I said
and I hope I die you broke my heart, stick a needle in my arm I know just what I'm running from I know that I will tear myself apart
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Cats in Heat
02:35
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Now the cats in heat, now the cats in heat
We forgot to turn the AC on
We went to bed and we woke up hot
Please forgive me lord for the things I've done
Please forgive me for the things I've left undone
Now the cats in heat and so are we
I didn't follow cat instructions
And now my cat wants to go and fuck things
Please forgive me lord for the things I did
Please forgive me for the things I've left unsaid
Now the cats in heat
Please forgive me lord for the things I've done
Please forgive me for the wrongs I did
Please forgive me for the words I said
And I'll forgive myself for fucking up again
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8. |
I Listened
04:03
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Last night when I walked into your house I noticed that the couch had moved
And I wanted to ask you about it
But you were talking so when you finished I opened up my mouth
And you called me out for being bad at listening
So I wrote this song to tell ya just how well that I can listen
And that I think that you are really cute
And I thought that maybe I should wait to tell you that I like you but
I don't really have that much to lose
And I could learn your favorite song and play it on my guitar
and I'll probably sing it all wrong but it might catch your attention
and I don't know your favorite song but it's probably by Mars Volta cause you said you really like them when we talked and I listened
yeah I listened
so this morning when I woke up in my bed I made a list of all the things you told me last night that I had inside my head
like that yellow is your favorite because it's a happy color
and that you have been sad for as long as you remember
and that the way your kitchen looked made you upset because it was a mess and that's the way things look when you're depressed
and you sat across the room on that rocking chair you said you hate cause it is so loud and I wished that you had sat next to me on the couch
And I'm scared that this list is too long
That I can't fit all these things into a song
And still keep your attention
So I'm trying hard to mention some important things that I feel will really demonstrate
Just how well that I listened
Like how you said with tears in your eyes that you wish that being grateful was enough to keep you from feeling sad all the time
And that your favorite flowers are impatiens
And that when you love somebody you wait
Patiently for them
And that your favorite movie is the Shawshank Redemption
And that serenity means listening to the water down at Tucquan Glenn
And how you make poor decisions with the people that you choose to date
And you'll probably think I'm crazy for this and I'd tell you that I don't give a shit but that would be a lie because I care
What you think about me
And I just really, desperately want to be your next poor decision
Be your next poor decision
Be your next poor decision
And I could learn your favorite song and play it on my guitar
And I'll probably sing it all wrong but it might catch your affection and
I don't know your favorite song but it might be by Mars Volta
Cause you said you really liked them when we talked
And I listened
Yea, I listened
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Timeline
03:36
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Two years ago I was sitting on a tiny blue couch
In the basement apartment of a college town
The tears rolled out as I started to
Break
Down
Cause I was lost and I was scared I was graduating school and for the first time in my life I felt so unprepared
With no idea what direction I was heading to..
And I was trying I was trying not to lose my mind
Do do do do
Yea I was trying I was trying not to lose my mind
Do do do do
One year ago I was sitting on the edge of the bed
At my sister's house in Edison
I pulled the needle out as I started to
Break
Down
Cause I was hurt and I was scared I tried to make it on my own and I found out that I was just so unprepared
And that was how I learned
That in order to be fixed..
I had to be broken first
And I was trying I was trying not to lose my mind
Do do do do
Yea I was trying I was trying to stop getting high
Do do do do
Four months ago I met a girl with pretty brown eyes
She looked at me and she said "I want you for mine"
It made me happier than I'd been..
Well in a long time
And when I found her I was scared
Love never seems to come when I'm prepared
And I want to write her a song..
But everytime I try, the words never seem to come out right
And I'm just trying I'm just trying not to lose my mind
Do do do do
But she makes me yea she makes me lose my god damn mind
Do do do do
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10. |
On to the Next
03:28
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This city isn't big enough for the two of us, so one of us has to go
one of us has to go
This city isn't big enough for the two of us, so one of us has to go
one of us has to go
don't care about the old girlfriend, gonna find myself a new girlfriend and it's
on to the next one, on to the next one
don't care about the old boyfriend, gonna find myself a new boyfriend and it's
on to the next one on to the next one
this city isn't big enough for the two of us, one of us has to go
one of us has to go
this city isn't big enough for ANY OF US
SO ITS ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON TO THE NEXT ONE ON...
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Apes of the State Lancaster, Pennsylvania
folk punk from Lancaster, PA
for booking email
apesofthestate@gmail.com
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